Chapter 929 Fingers Clasped (2)

Debbie said in an indifferent voice, "Don't lower yourself to the same level as a barking dog."

It seemed that she was swearing, but she didn't mention the name. The woman didn't want to be really convicted. She just glared at Debbie and began to stop.

The others in the car also knew which was more important. Hilary was the heroine in the play, and some people saw her being together with the director. However, the person who spoke to her was an unknown star. They didn't know how she was put into the crew. She had some acting skills, but she couldn't go all out. If she wanted to be famous, she might not have a chance until she was old.

So they couldn't help but speak for Hilary and mocked Debbie.

Allan was pressed on the shoulder all the time. It was not until she loosened her grip that he said with a faint smile, "You really can bear it."

It was not that she couldn't bear it, but she didn't have much energy to care about other things at this time. Debbie shook her head and moved aside.

Since they hated each other, they should stay away from each other.

The woman in the passenger seat just snorted and turned her head back. The other lackeys saw that the leader was silent, so they fell silent.

They all rushed to the hospital to visit Baron. This small crew was not a big show. Seeing that Baron was injured, the director immediately stopped his work and waited for the ambulance. Fortunately, they were not far from the hospital.

After simple treatment in the nearest basic hospital, they began to transfer to the superior hospital. The staff of the crew also filmed the accident of Baron and posted it on Twitter.

When Baron was transferred to the superior hospital, the girl in charge of the crew's Twitter looked at the occupied Twitter and felt a little helpless. She went to the director.

On the other hand, Debbie called Baron's mother and her mother who was on holiday with their daughter Coco. Then she waited aimlessly.

Allan knew that she was not in a good mood now, so he stayed with her all the time, hoping that she could gradually recover and

needle in his hand, and then looked up at the half bottle of liquid left. She pressed her lips and began to peel the orange.

"Do you want to eat an orange?"

The man shook his head. Debbie had no choice but to put the orange into her own mouth at once.

"Do you want to eat an apple?"

The man continued to shake his head, and Debbie stuffed the peeled apple into her stomach again.

Later, she asked him a lot, but he all shook his head in response.

Then she decided not to ask.

The man closed his eyes and looked pale. He was supposed to be in a difficult position, but he was weak because of illness. There were bruises on his delicate face, and there was a red mark at the corner of his eyes. The nurse with trembling hand wiped a large amount of red medicine on his face.

He had changed into the hospital's blue and white hospital uniform. His soft short hair was scattered on the pillow, and there were many bandages tied covering his body under the quilt.

He couldn't speak now, and the anesthesia after the operation hadn't been eliminated. Debbie stayed there all the time. She was not free until his father and mother arrived, and was driven to the lounge of the nursing worker to sleep.

She didn't feel tired when she was with him. When she suddenly relaxed, the tiredness seemed to have weight and made her unable to breathe.

Feeling uneasy, she called Consuela.