A lot of things can be avoided early.

If Luo Juntian hadn't pushed Luo Nanchu to block the gun

If Luo Zhiying did not take Luo Nanchu's adoption certificate, he pretended to be her.

……

Hurt so many people, it's not a pity to die.

*

Luo Nanchu fell asleep in a daze, feeling that the quilt was suddenly lifted, she snorted in a low dream, and vaguely felt that someone had squeezed into her quilt.

Luo Nanchu buried his body in his slightly cool embrace, wrapped his arms around his waist, and muttered, "You are so cold." ”

In the dog day weather, Fu Tingyuan's body has the unique cold air of winter.

Fu Tingyuan gently hugged her and let her lean comfortably in his arms, "Is it still cold?" ”

Luo Nanchu shook his head, "Go to sleep." ”

She was so sleepy that she slowly fell asleep again after saying this.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her, but felt very sleepy.

He remembered what had happened to her over the years.

She had suffered so much because of him.

The pain that made her rather die was something she didn't have to bear.

She is the most innocent person in this feud.

but endured the most malice and torture from him.

He bowed his head and kissed her delicate face softly, his heart full of regret.

He loved too late, regretted it too late, and no matter how much he cherished, he couldn't make up for the damage he had caused her.

Even if Luo Nanchu forgave him, he couldn't forgive himself.

All are guilty.

If he knew the truth, Luo Nanchu was unwilling to forgive him because of this, and he would have admitted it.

He slowly hugged her.

[Luo Nanchu. I avenge you. 】

[I will not let go of anyone who has hurt you. 】

He took her in his arms and slowly closed his eyes.

*

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Luo Nanchu ate dinner early, carrying nourishing soup, planning to bring it to Luo Juntian.

Fu Tingyuan walked out of the restaurant: "Go so early? ”

"Hmm. It's almost time for my dad to eat, and the soup should be served hot. ”

Fu Tingyuan walked over and took the windbreaker jacket handed over by the servant, "I'll send you." ”

Luo Nanchu looked at him, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything, just smiled lightly, stepped forward and held his hand: "Let's go." ”

Fu Tingyuan drove her to the hospital.

Luo Nanchu stood at the door of the car and said to him: "I'll go up and come down in a while, you wait for me here." ”

Fu Tingyuan nodded.

He leaned on the seat of the car and took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and spit out the smoke ring boringly, and then saw a red BMW parked opposite his car, the door opened, and Luo Yi led Guoguo out of the car.

Fu Tingyuan squinted slightly, and was stunned for a moment when he saw the people coming down from the car one after another.

……

Luo Nanchu went upstairs and gave Luo Juntian medicinal soup.

When people get old, all the functions of the body slow down, and even when they are injured, the speed of scabbing is slower than that of young people.

Therefore, a day has passed, and the wounds on Luo Juntian's body are still oozing blood.

Most of his body were cut wounds from dishwashing fragments, which were cut deeply, difficult to heal, and painful, although the doctor gave painkillers, but after the painkillers, it still hurt badly.

Tossing De Luo Juntian lost a lot of weight overnight.

The nurse fed Luo Juntian porridge, and Luo Nanchu said softly on the side: "Dad, I'll go back first, Ting Yuan is waiting for me downstairs." ”

Luo Juntian nodded effortlessly, "Okay." ”