Chapter 1310

Feng Jin hugged her forcefully: "I just can't give you away."

"Why didn't I know you loved me so much?"

His heart ached from her words.

"I've always loved you, Rong Rong. You can trust me again."

Huarong was lying in his arms and sneered softly. He didn't say a word. He just broke away from his arms and took out the boarding pass from his pocket and tore it up in front of Fengjin's face.

Fengjin looked at her quietly and looked at Huarong throwing her boarding pass in the garbage can. She had no mood on her white face. She stood in front of him coldly and said, "you can make trouble for me. Don't go to America to embarrass my father. He has been very hard-working, and I don't want to embarrass him because of the mess I've caused. "

"Rong Rong."

He called to her in a low voice, with a kind of pain in his voice.

"Well, don't put on airs for me." Her look and expression became more and more cold, and her tone seemed to be soaked in the ice water, "you win, let's go back."

Feng Jin looked at her without saying a word. At this moment, Huarong was getting farther and farther away from him.

This is a bad move. Of course, he knows how angry she will be if she does this. She is used to her strong character and hates to be threatened by others. However, he forces her most concerned family members.

Except that, he didn't know how to keep her.

She refused to stay, preferring to marry an old man in his late forties to be his wife. If she doesn't love her, she is absolutely rational and cold. She will only choose the conditions that are most beneficial to her family to obey. And he's not in her choice.

The heartlessness is to the extreme.

Fengjin stood up and took her hand. He felt that Huarong's body was slightly stiff for a moment. He seemed to think of something. He stopped and slowly released his hand. He looked at the hand that Huarong was entangled with silk scarf.

He thought the scarves were red.

He looked down at his palm.

It's the blood on the body.

Feng Jin's body could not help shaking for a moment. The blood on the handcuffs flashed in front of her eyes. His teeth were clenched. He reached out and grasped her wrist. He lifted the silk scarf on the back of her hand.

The tragic situation of Huarong's right hand made Feng Jin's expression solidify. Handcuffs are military. Adults can't get rid of them. Only when children have small bones in their hands can they drill out.

Huarong is certainly not a child, and she has no bone shrinking skill, so she can only use brute force to get it out.

Her fingers were broken by her own. The back of her white hand was full of scars, and even the leather belt was all worn by handcuffs. She was oozing tissue fluid and blood.

Even a man can't be so cruel to himself.

He couldn't imagine how Huarong broke his hand bone and got out of the handcuffs without saying a word, and then put on his clothes and left without saying a word.

Just want to leave him?

You have to leave him when you die, and you can't stand it for a second?

The man's face is iron blue, which makes his proud face look gloomy and terrifying.

His fierce fighting capacity, let Huarong some afraid of him, she pursed her lips, unhappy way: "see what to see, quickly send me to the hospital ah."

"Do you know about going to the hospital? I thought you were going to fly back to America with this crippled hand

"Or else?" Do you have to go to the hospital to deal with the wound, and then wait for him to come and arrest people?

There are so many things to be reckoned with, and the delay of American Airlines, which has always been famous for being punctual.