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Ning Jin and Han Chen were instantly stunned.

His entire face was wrinkled, and Fu Huayong felt that it was not enough. His entire body leaned on He Qiu, and with two hands holding his collar tightly, he swung his arms in front of He Qiu's face.

Han Chen hugged Fu Huayong and dragged him outside, but Fu Huayong's eyes were now completely red. Not caring about Han Chen's restrictions, he used his legs to kick He Qiu hard, and every time He Qiu moved his legs, he would change his position.

Fu Huayong's words were resolute and decisive, the viciousness in his eyes was something Ning Jin had never seen before. At this time, He Qiu stumbled and crawled up from the ground, and when he raised his head, Ming Long felt a cold wind blow past him.

The corner of his eyes was bleeding, the whites of his eyes were filled with thick lines of blood, which formed a stark contrast with the whites of his other eyes. His nose and lips were all covered in blood, which seemed to be unspeakable blood.

A hand covered the stomach that Fu Huayong kicked.

With a pah sound, He Qiu spat out a mouthful of blood. It was also this sound that attracted Fu Huayong's attention, and his eyes immediately filled with storm. In the blink of an eye, he was already right in front of He Qiu.

He Qiu dodged the first punch, the second punch still, but by the third punch, his nose was hit, and Ning Jin seemed to have heard the sound of bones shattering, as He Qiu released a low cry of pain. He reached out with both hands in front of his forehead, trying to block Fu Huayong's attack, but without the protection of his hands, Fu Huayong directly kicked towards He Qiu's stomach.

He Qiu was forced to retreat against the wall. Because he had used too much strength, he bounced back a bit and fell directly onto the floor, with his face looking right at Ning Jin. He stared at Ning Jin with his devilish eyes, allowing Fu Huayong's punches and kicks to strike him.

Ning Jin was so frightened that he covered his mouth. No one knew what she was feeling at this moment, a man who possessed the face of a man she loved was being violently slapped by another man. His face was covered with blood and he even spat out a mouthful of blood.

What was the difference between this and putting a knife in Ning Jin's heart?

"Fu Huayong, stop quickly."

Ning Jin screamed loudly, but she was still unable to remain indifferent.

Fu Huayong's movements stopped, his eyes looked straight at Ning Jin, his gaze was like a sharp blade that continuously exploited Ning Jin's body, this was not him!

Ning Jin felt unfamiliar, this really wasn't Fu Huayong.

At this time, Han Chen sneaked behind Fu Huayong, because Fu Huayong did not notice that Han Chen had directly pushed Fu Huayong to the ground after throwing himself down, causing a layer of dust to instantly rise from the ground.

"Calm down, she's not her, and He Qiu is not one of those men. Why can't you let go after so long?

In this world, there was no man who was born bad. When a man becomes flowery and doesn't take other women's sincerity seriously, that's because his sincerity was also hurt, and it was even hurt so thoroughly by the woman.

Ning Jin didn't know what this meant, but after he finished speaking, he had calmed down, this time completely calm down, because he couldn't see the unfamiliar Ning Jin in his hands.

For a moment, the room was so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was everyone's breathing.

Fu Huayong shook his head, looked at He Qiu and then looked at him. That's right, they were not him after all, and he was not the same as before either.

"Let me go."

Han Chen asked in doubt, having learnt from his mistake before, he did not dare to let go, since the place where Fu Huayong struck still hurt.

"Are you really alright?"

Fu Huayong also remembered his actions a moment ago, and apologized. Only then did Han Chen carefully let go of Fu Huayong, and without being bound, he was no longer angry, but walked straight in front of Ning Jin.

Without any hesitation or warning, Ning Jin was hugged by Princess Fu Huayong, but the blood under her feet was still flowing. She didn't know why he was lying in Fu Huayong's embrace, but she felt an unprecedented sense of security, which was very strange, but she wanted to depend on him.

Fu Huayong stepped out of the room with Han Chen following closely behind. Han Chen took out his mobile phone and called 120.

In the carriage, Fu Huayong hugged Ning Jin the entire time and did not let go. Han Chen became the driver, and no one spoke a word.

Fu Huayong lowered his head and looked straight into Ning Jin's eyes. Although he did not say a word, Ning Jin felt many things.

He moved closer to Fu Huayong, "Do not have any contact with him anymore."

She …

By the time she reached the hospital, there was already a doctor waiting at the door. She was pushed into the operating room on an operating car. She could clearly feel the splinters on her soles and thighs.

Even if Ning Jin didn't faint, seeing that the blood in his body was gone just like that, she had the feeling that he was going to die. When she was pushed out, it was already night, and all the wounds on his legs had already been bandaged.

Other than Han Chen, there was no one else in the room. Where was Fu Huayong?

Ning Jin scanned his surroundings to look for Fu Huayong, and Han Chen was not blind either. Although Ning Jin did not say it out loud, he still explained, "Old Gramps knows about you being hospitalized, Old Fu is handling it right now."

The old tutor knew?

Heavens, she estimated that it wouldn't be long before another storm broke.

After Ning Jin was sent to the hospital, the old man immediately called. At that time, Ning Jin was in the operation room, and Fu Huayong picked up the phone.

As a result, the old tutor became hysterical.

"How is the child inside Ning Jin's stomach?"

Fu Huayong frowned, how did he know?

"Grandpa will deal with it, you don't have to worry."