Chapter 1312

Huarong light way: "accidentally break."

Old expert: "what are you doing What does it mean to break it accidentally?

Feng Jin came and pressed on Huarong's shoulder and said to the doctor, "set her bone."

It didn't take much effort to set bones. The old expert was very skillful. He quickly corrected the two misplaced fingers to Huarong.

Huarong didn't cry for pain. She frowned a few times, and her endurance was stronger than that of a man.

After treating the wound for a while, the doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs and asked them to go back.

It's already light, the originally quiet city, gradually bustling up.

Huarong leaned on her seat and looked out of the window at the clear light and shadow in the morning. Her face was tired and cold, and she was a little bit tired.

Feng Jin took a blanket over her body and asked her, "have breakfast first or go home to sleep?"

"Sleep." She rubbed her eyebrows. "I'm so sleepy now."

Feng Jin didn't say anything more and drove to his villa.

Hua Rong closed her eyes and curled up in the front passenger seat.

I always feel that something is different.

With the disappearance of power, the relationship and position between her and Fengjin can no longer keep the balance as in the past. It is unexpected that such a passive situation was given to her by Fengjin.

Ah.

It could be retribution.

She had forced him for more than ten years, and finally it was his turn to take revenge on her.

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Yanzong stopped breathing in the early hours of a spring day in London in February.

When he died, his favorite children and women were with him. He lay on the bed where he had been sleeping for half his life. Accompanied by children and lovers, he stepped into the embrace of death.

He died peacefully and did not struggle. Death brought him eternal peace and finally did not need to be troubled by illness.

After his death, the old lawyer in charge of his will announced the will that he had entrusted him to draft. Fifty percent of his funds and stocks were distributed to his wife and eldest son, and the rest were inherited by his illegitimate son and illegitimate daughter.

Yan Qingfeng inherited the old house in his name. As the successor of Yan's group, he will inherit the old house from generation to generation.

There are not many items in the will. After all, he was not in charge of the Yan Family for a long time, and there are not many things left in his hand.

When announcing the will, everyone was very quiet. Those who stayed here were the people closest to Yanzong, and there was no property dispute. Everyone accepted the contents of Yanzong's will peacefully.

Yanzong's death was not a sudden event. As early as winter, everyone had accepted the fact that he was going to leave. The voice of choking came from the villa. It was the servant who had served Yan's family all his life secretly sobbing for his deceased master.

People from the funeral home will come soon. Fu Tingyuan comes out of the room, stands at the window and lights a cigarette.

The two most important people in his life disappeared within a month. He didn't react to it, just felt empty.

The weight that Yanzong had been pressing on his shoulder suddenly dissipated. With his death, his expectations, pressure and disappointment all at once disappeared.

There was no sense of relief.

It's like people who have been pressed by bricks all the time. Although they move the bricks, they seem to be not used to walking.