Hua Rong waited outside, and finally waited for Yan Zong to come out of Fu Tingyuan's ward.

The old man was on crutches, and his breath was no longer as angry as he had just entered, and even a little pleasant.

Faced with this situation, Hua Rong inevitably felt a hint of treachery, Yan Zong went in, could it be that he was talking and laughing with Fu Tingyuan? She watched Yan Zong's people leave with him in their arms, and then hurriedly pushed open Fu Tingyuan's door and walked in.

The man was already lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and when he heard the door open, he opened his eyes and turned his head.

Hua Rong immediately exploded when she saw the scars on Fu Tingyuan's face, "You're like this, your father still beats you?" ”

Fu Tingyuan looked very calm, "Our family has been a stick education since childhood. ”

"That can't beat you like that, right?" Hua Rong looked at the bruised mark on his face, and couldn't help but be a little speechless, "Are you okay?" Your dad looked angry when he came in. ”

"Nothing." He shook his head.

Hua Rong looked at him and didn't know what to say for a while, she was comforted just now, and she had already said what she should say, and after hesitating, she said goodbye again: "Then I'll go out first." I'll see you tomorrow. ”

Fu Tingyuan nodded.

Hua Rong sighed softly, then opened the door and walked out.

Fu Tingyuan seemed to be fine.

She didn't know why she was so nervous when she heard the news of his hospitalization, and flew over without sleep for more than ten hours.

I always feel panicked, maybe I'm afraid that something will happen to him.

But Fu Tingyuan didn't seem to be as haggard as she imagined.

She didn't know what it was like.

Luo Nanchu is already dead, Fu Tingyuan is fine, that is naturally very good.

But it's still uneasy.

probably overestimated Luo Nanchu's status in Fu Tingyuan's heart, so he was so worried.

She sighed lowly.

Fu Tingyuan slowly closed his eyes on the bed.

He was a little tired, his mind drifting in the dark.

What Yan Zong had just said had been echoing sharply in his mind.

He said so much, but he was right.

It was his incompetence that killed Luo Nanchu.

If he had the slightest ability, he shouldn't have let her die alone like this.

He was the one who killed her.

"Oh my God, how did you get here!"

The maid who was cleaning exclaimed, and hurried into the bedroom, and hurriedly picked up the little little one who had climbed on the sofa, and she rescued the shark doll from the little one's soft arms, and her face turned pale with fright when she saw the obvious saliva mark on the doll.

Any servant who was here to serve the owner of this villa understood that there was a place in this villa that could not be entered, that no one could touch anything in it, and that even the cleaning was done by that man himself.

However, Feng Jin's daughter, who came to their house as a guest today, was only in her early two years old, and she actually carried a group of adults on their backs, and she didn't know when she crawled out of the crib, and pushed open the door and ran to the sofa to shed so many watermarks!

The maid took Xiao Budian out, and at the same time took the doll and thought about taking it out to wipe it, but before she could turn around, she heard a deep male voice from the door: "What are you doing here?" ”

The maid was so frightened that she turned around with a trembling hug, and when she saw the man standing at the door, her face turned white, and she whispered and whispered with her lips squirming and shouting lowly: "Mr. Fu, Miss Feng ran to your bedroom with us on her back, I ......"