The smile on her face was cold, and there was no mockery, but a faint self-deprecation of herself.

Yan Qingfeng glanced at her a few times, then turned her head and ordered her subordinates to take Luo Nanchu to the car to measure the temperature.

Luo Nanchu didn't move, just turned his head and looked behind him, Yan Qingfeng's people had already entered the house and carried Fu Tingyuan out of the private house.

She just stood there, motionless with her eyes wide open slightly, watching Fu Tingyuan being carried into the ambulance they had brought.

Luo Nanchu stood in place for a while.

All right. She thought to herself. It's over.

She also felt something too big in her heart, maybe she was numb from pain, Luo Nanchu raised her hand, wiped her cold face vigorously, and then followed Yan Qingfeng's people into another car.

The nurse measured her temperature, a high fever of nearly forty degrees, handed her a fever reducer and a blanket, Luo Nanchu leaned on the passenger seat and closed his eyes a little tiredly.

She didn't know how long it took for her to hear the car door open.

Someone got into the car and sat next to her.

Luo Nanchu didn't open his eyes.

"I'm sorry." It was Yan Qingfeng's voice, "I didn't mean to lie to you." ”

“……”

"Only you can make him die."

“……”

"I hope you can understand the difficulties of a person who is an older brother."

"Nothing." Luo Nanchu closed her eyes, her snow-white face was still buried in the white fluff, she took fever-reducing medicine, she was drowsy, and even her voice was hoarse and lazy, "You guys came just in time, I was also about to call you." ”

Yan Qingfeng turned his head to look at her.

Luo Nanchu had no expression on his face, and he was relaxed and calm.

Yan Qingfeng pondered for a moment and nodded: "It's good that you understand." ”

She didn't speak, just buried her whole face in the blanket.

Yan Qingfeng didn't bother her anymore, opened the door and walked out.

Luo Nanchu was groggy and seemed to be asleep, and finished the dream in his dream.

Fu Tingyuan walked over step by step from the red carpet in a suit, he lowered his eyes and looked at her with a slight smile, still looking proud.

He placed the ring on her ring finger and leaned down to kiss her fingertips.

"At the beginning, we were together for the rest of our lives."

She trembled in her dreams and cried and said—"Good. ”

*

Fu Tingyuan was taken to a public hospital in a nearby city.

Luo Nan had a fever for three days at the beginning, and after the wind and cold, it was intermittently good.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, Yan Qingfeng came to her and asked her if she wanted to go back to Tongcheng or the United States.

Luo Nan thought for a moment, "Tongcheng." ”

She was already fine, and those illnesses had also been cured by Fu Tingyuan, so there was no need to continue to trouble Qin Su and them.

The work has been put on hold for a long time, and Guoguo and Luo Yi haven't watched it for a long time.

It's like having an absurd and bizarre dream, waking up at the moment and returning to a calm and indifferent daily life.

Yan Qingfeng nodded: "I'll buy you a plane ticket." ”

Luo Nanchu stood at the door of the ward, hesitated, but couldn't help but ask, "Will he go back...... What will happen? ”

Yan Qingfeng lowered his eyes and looked at her, and did not answer her question, but said, "Everything will be fine." You can rest assured. ”

Everything will be fine......

It's just that it has nothing to do with her.

Luo Nanchu didn't speak, lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Then I'...... Can you go see him again? ”

Yan Qingfeng was silent for a moment and said, "I'm sorry. …… He's probably not thinking much about seeing you right now. ”