Hua Rong sits on the sofa wearing high heels,.

"Are you going to the hospital? I'll find someone to send you there. ”

Hua Rong put on her high heels, pushed away the housekeeper and said, "Don't bother me." ”

She turned and walked outside.

The housekeeper looked at her staggering figure that was about to fall, and was really a little worried, and after Hua Rong drove away, he took out his mobile phone and made a call to Fu Tingyuan.

In the city of London, the one who can take care of Huarong is Fu Tingyuan.

When Feng Jin was sent to the hospital, Fu Tingyuan received the news of Feng Jin's accident.

He hung up the phone quietly, and then said to Luo Nanchu, who was sitting next to him and watching TV with him: "There is something wrong with the company."

Luo Nanchu turned his head to look at him and asked nervously, "Is there something wrong with Rong Rong?" ”

"......" Fu Tingyuan, "Don't think about it. "Sometimes he really wonders if he's not a good guy to deceive.

Luo Nanchu looked at him suspiciously for a while, then quickly lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, and began to change clothes: "I'll go with you." ”

Fu Tingyuan stroked his forehead with a little headache, and he said beside her, "Hua Rong didn't have an accident." ”

"That's what happened to Feng Jin?" Luo Nanchu quickly changed out of his pajamas, "Then I'll go and see Rongrong."

Fu Tingyuan was speechless.

But it's not Huarong's accident, and she doesn't need to worry too much.

Fu Tingyuan drove Luo Nanchu to the hospital.

At the door of the emergency room, there was a lonely person sitting with a smile.

She leaned back in her chair, her feet in red stiletto heels bobbing boredly, her head bowed and she didn't know what she was thinking.

It wasn't until Luo Nanchu called her from afar that she raised her head to look at her as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Luo Nanchu ran over: "Rongrong." ”

Hua Rong smiled reluctantly: "Why are you all here?" ”

Luo Nanchu held her pale and cold face, "Are you okay?" ”

"I'm not hurt, what can happen."

Luo Nanchu didn't speak, just frowned and looked at her bloodless lips.

Such a sad and helpless face was something she had never seen before.

She gently reached out and took her face in her arms, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid." ”

Hua Rong listened to Luo Nanchu's soft voice of comfort, she originally wanted to say that I was not afraid, but when she opened her mouth, her throat seemed to be dumb. She slowly closed her eyes, trembling uncontrollably.

After about ten minutes, the nurse walked out and said to the three people at the door: "A bullet was taken out of Mr. Feng's chest. ”

Hua Rong shook her whole body, raised her head to look at the bloody bullet on the transparent surgical dish, and then clasped her teeth hard.

She was born into a family of underworld families, and she didn't know how many pistols she had touched since she was a child, and no one knew better than her how much damage a Browning M1900 could cause if it was shot at such a close distance to the heart.

No one knows better than her that Feng Jin's chances of surviving are very small.

Everything points to disaster.

She slowly exhaled a breath, covered her mouth and her face was pale, tears continued to flow down from the corners of her eyes, as if she couldn't bear it, and bent down in pain.

"Rongrong." Luo Nanchu looked at her a little helplessly.

Fu Tingyuan looked at Hua Rong's expression, frowned slightly, his face sank, and he raised his head to look at the door of the operating room.