Chapter 1729

Huarong is sitting on the sofa, wearing high-heeled shoes, with her head down and expressionless.

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

Huarong put on high-heeled shoes, pushed aside the housekeeper and said, "don't bother me."

She turned and walked out of the house.

The housekeeper looked at her staggering figure, and was really worried. After Huarong drove away, he took out his mobile phone and called Fu Tingyuan.

In this city of London, it is Fu Tingyuan who can take care of Huarong.

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when Fengjin was sent to the hospital, Fu Tingyuan received the news of Fengjin's accident.

He hung up the phone quietly, and then said to Ronan, who was sitting beside him watching TV with him, "there's something wrong with the company. I'll go out first."

Ronan 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 doubts if he is not suitable for cheating.

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

Fu Tingyuan had a headache and stroked his forehead. He said by her side: "there is nothing wrong with Huarong."

"That's what happened to Fengjin?" Ronan quickly changed his pajamas. "I'll go and see Rongrong. She must be scared now

Fu Tingyuan is speechless.

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

Fu Tingyuan drove luonanchu to the hospital.

At the door of the emergency room, there was a lonely man with Huarong.

She leans on the back of the chair, her feet in red stilettos are shaking in boredom, her head is lowered, and she doesn't know what she is thinking.

It was not until Ronan called her from afar that she raised her head and looked at her.

Ronan first ran over: "Rongrong."

Huarong reluctantly smile: "how did you all come?"

Ronan held her pale and cold face. "Are you ok?"

"I'm not hurt. What can happen?"

Ronan didn't speak at first, but frowned at her lips, which had no blood color at all.

She had never seen such a sad and helpless face.

She gently reached out and held her face in her arms. "It's OK. It's OK. Don't be afraid."

Huarong listened to the soothing voice of Ronan's soft voice. She wanted to say that I was not afraid at all, but she opened her mouth and her throat seemed to be hoarse. She slowly closed her eyes and couldn't stop shaking.

After ten minutes, the nurse came out, facing the three humanitarians at the door: "took a bullet from Mr. Feng's chest."

Huarong shook all over for a while, raised his head and looked at the bullet head with blood on the transparent dish of surgery, and then buckled his teeth forcefully.

She was born into a gangster family. She never knew how many handguns she had touched. No one knew better than her how much damage a browning m1900 would do to her heart at such a close range.

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

It's more bad than bad.

She slowly vomited a breath, covered her mouth, her face was blue, tears from the corner of her eyes were constantly flowing down, as if she could not bear it, and bent down in pain.

"Rong Rong." Ronan looked at her in a daze.

Fu Tingyuan looked at Huarong's expression, slightly frowned, and his face sank. He raised his head and looked at the door of the operating room.