Chapter 351

Clearly still in a coma, but tears continue to slide down the corner of her eyes.

"Tingyuan..."

From the coma, murmured the name of the man.

That kind of extreme grief and sadness is obvious.

Ronan pursed his lips slightly, then said in a low voice, "take her to the hospital."

"Your neck Don't you want to see it in the hospital? "

Ronan shook his head. "I'm going to sleep."

The servant looked at luonanchu's back and stopped talking.

Something happened to Fu Tingyuan. She was just Go to sleep?

Her reaction is not even as big as Angelica dahurica Yan.

This is also It's too cold.

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in the dark room with a width of more than 100 square meters, there are about a dozen tall young people holding iron bars.

Fu Tingyuan bowed his head and lit a cigarette with a lighter.

He was still wearing the white shirt, but there were a few bruises on his cheek. He stood in the middle of the room, slowly exhaled smoke, and looked at the dozens of bodyguards slowly gathered around him.

When he was two meters away from him, the head of a bodyguard looked at the people around him. In an instant, all the people held up iron bars and rushed to the man surrounded in the center.

The sound of the crisp fracture of the fist on the bone sounded quietly in the open room.

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An hour later, the door of the room opened again.

The bloody air in the air flows out slowly with the breeze. The sunlight outside the door shines in. Under the dim light and shadow, you can see the open room, and the clean walls are covered with splashing blood. A dozen or so bodyguards fell to the ground, almost all of them were in a coma, and blood was flowing from them. It's like hell on earth.

Fu Tingyuan's body is splashed with blood beads. His white shirt is almost stained with blood. He is sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, bending his knees and smoking. There is a blue purple corner of his mouth.

The old man who came in glanced at the scene of the house, and a trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. However, he said, "I was nearly jailed because of being played by a woman. Don't say it's my Yanzong's son if you go out!"

Fu Tingyuan lit a cigarette end and did not speak.

Yanzong came up and stood in front of his son. He was tall, over 60, but still had a terrifying aura. It was the result of fighting on the battlefield and ups and downs in the shopping malls. Even if he was dying, he would not lose a cent.

Looking at the apathetic look on Fu Tingyuan's face, he said sarcastically, "I should have come to save you. You have been living more and more in the past three years."

Fu Tingyuan glanced at him, "who told you to mind your own business? I can come out myself

"That's how you talk to your father?"

"Which father, when he meets his son, will have him beaten up indiscriminately?"

"Hum." Yanzong said coldly, "this is to see if you have made progress in the past three years! If they do it down, you are not qualified to be my son! "

Fu Tingyuan coldly twitched the corner of his lips and said in a cool tone: "I haven't seen you for three years. You are still as boring as ever."

A young man in a suit came in from the door. He looked like Fu Tingyuan, but he was a little older than him. "Dad, I'll ask the doctor to show him the injury."

"What's good to see. Kill him! How dare you say that his father is boring

Yan Qingfeng didn't speak. He came and helped Fu Tingyuan, who was sitting on the ground, and walked out.