C134

I hate her for not being angry

Fu Huayong disapproved, and looked at the long fingertip on the steering wheel: "This is your own decision, I have no right to decide."

Regardless of whether he agreed or not, it didn't matter much to him.

"Grandmother, get in the car first, I'll take my time." He Jia said helplessly, but in truth, she could not move at the moment, and it was as if she was suffering from cramping. Old Lady Rong felt even worse when he saw this, hating his carelessness, and was thinking of how to make up for the screams from behind him.

"Jiko."

He Jia suddenly raised her head and blurted out the familiar name, "Gold?" Although it was shock, Old Lady Rong was still surprised. He immediately ordered his bodyguards to come forward and pulled He Jia up onto the carriage.

"Grandmother, what are you doing?" That's Ning Jin! He Jia looked at the big size man who charged up, and then shouted at her grandma in disbelief. Old Lady Rong had collapsed, how could she not know who she was? It was because he knew that they had to stop him.

"Out of the way!"

Ning Jin stopped in his tracks and looked at the big size man encircling her. Through the gaps in space, she could see He Jia's expression.

"Please go back, Miss is not in a good position to see you right now." The bodyguard said without holding back, but was she, Ning Jin, someone who could be given up that easily?

To be honest, she did not need to meet He Jia, but from the moment she was imprisoned, all that was on her mind were her injuries. A part of the reason was also because she wanted the Old Lady Rong to experience the feeling of being on tenterhooks.

"And if I don't?"

Ning Jin said arrogantly.

"Then don't blame us for being impolite."

Ning Jin laughed, since when was the He Family so polite to her? Imprisoning and slandering him?

If it were not for He Jia, she would not have needed to go through so much trouble. As long as she could explain everything, would He Family have a place in B City? After all, the Fu Family was not a pushover.

Just as he was thinking about how to charge through, a shout came from the front, "Gold, be careful!" Ning Jin turned to look and saw He Jia's face filled with panic, his entire person running in her direction. Fu Huayong, who was not far away, was also paying attention to the situation, and the moment He Jia uttered those words, his expression changed greatly.

Her lips uttered the word 'careful', but she did not utter a single word.

When Ning Jin regained his senses, he realised that two big sized men had suddenly rushed out from behind him with blades in their hands, approaching her aggressively, the blades in their hands released a cold light, Ning Jin's heart suddenly shrank, no matter how she tried to dodge, she would definitely be cut.

He quickly retreated and leaned to the left, appearing to be in the shape of a bow. However, his left abdomen still received the knife, which fused with her body. Within a few seconds, the knife was pulled out, but the blade had turned red.

Pain, it really was f * cking painful.

Ning Jin instantly felt that he was wandering around the gates of hell, what was going on?

A sneak attack.

"Gold!"

Tears were enough to wash Ning Jin's face. He fell towards Fu Huayong, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw, and his eyes were wide open as if to tell her that he was shocked?

The Old Lady Rong still maintained his position in front of He Jia, but when the white knife came out, his eyes immediately turned red, while the man who made a move remained expressionless.

"Who told you to use a knife, who let you!" However, in her heart, she was desperate. This time, He Family and the Fu family were enemies, and when Fu Huayong barged into her line of sight, Old Lady Rong instantly aged by half.

It was already the second day when Ning Jin opened his eyes again. He had already collapsed when he saw him in the sickroom again, but she was actually tied to the hospital instead. It was just that he was suffering due to the pain in his lower abdomen that made her exhausted.

When the tongue touched his lips, it could feel that his lips were cracked. The bumpy feeling made people feel cold, and in that moment, they wanted to drink their water. They scanned their surroundings and realised Fu Huayong.

He was looking at his phone with his head down, and did not notice Ning Jin's strength, until she said: "I want to drink water."

His words pulled Fu Huayong back to reality from his phone, and when he raised his head, Ning Jin was shocked. His eyes that were like pools of water had traces of blood, and the tiredness on his forehead could not be hidden, was he doing it for her?

"Wait a moment."

After Fu Huayong said this sentence, he did not have much words to say. When he picked up the water bottle, his eyebrows creased, and he immediately picked up the water bottle to go out, returning with a few bottles of pure water.

Ning Jin pursed his lips, feeling that the current Fu Huayong was a little strange, as though he had suddenly been too busy.

Before she fainted, she could clearly remember He Jia running towards her. Usually, when she was injured, the first person she saw when she opened her eyes was her.

As if he knew what Ning Jin was thinking at the bottom of his heart, Fu Huayong opened his mouth: "She returned to the He Family."

Ning Jin's right eye twitched as he had a bad premonition, "She knows about it already?"

Otherwise?

Fu Huayong's gaze that he looked at had already given him an answer. Ning Jin's heart trembled, according to He Jia's temper, he would definitely break through the heavens. That kind of thinking was definitely not as simple as she thought.

Fu Huayong sat on the chair for a while, then stood up and walked over to her, the phone in his hand was placed in front of her, his meaning self-evident.

Ning Jin was suspicious, but still opened the screen, which showed that he was completely unconscious. It was as if everything that happened yesterday had been captured and posted online, some green hat, it was like a witch meeting a young one in front of this matter.

Her finger slid for a bit, and then a picture entered her eyes. It was when she was stabbed in the stomach by the big guy, the blood had started to blossom on her white shirt, and He Jia stood behind her with his eyes wide open, staring at her in panic. Old Lady Rong beside her also covered her mouth with her hands in fear.

The last one was her state of being unwell on the ground. Ning Jin frowned, she hated the fact that she was not angry.