When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital.

She didn't know how long she had been in a coma, her breath was full of the bitter smell of the disinfectant potion, Luo Nanchu coughed lightly, opened her eyes and looked at the top of her head a little weakly.

The drip bottle hung there, the transparent liquid slowly slid down the plastic tube, and her gaze slowly descended, and she saw a pair of slender white fingers.

Fu Tingyuan sat leisurely on the sofa, holding a fruit knife in his hand and peeling apples. At noon, the sun was just right, falling on his white shirt, and he turned against the light, his face was delicate and handsome, like a god.

Luo Nanchu squinted, how did she think that the knife in Fu Tingyuan's hand that cut fruit was the knife she had stabbed herself.

"Angel in heaven, why do you have this face?" She spoke in disgust.

"Luo Nanchu, it stands to reason that you should go to hell." He replied lightly as he peeled the apple.

Luo Nanchu closed her eyes, thinking that if she went to hell, she wouldn't have to see her face, she really wanted to try.

What's more, she is now in the Infernal Hell and cannot be reborn.

She wasn't dead, she was still alive, and she clearly felt that the gate of the eighteenth layer of hell was slowly opening towards her, and Fu Tingyuan was the executioner who was about to torture her.

But now, she has no way to resist.

"How long have I been unconscious?" She asked.

"Three days." The man put the peeled apple on the coffee table beside him, playing with the fruit knife in his hand, he squinted and smiled, but his body suddenly leaned in her direction, and his tone was faintly mocking, "Luo Nanchu, if you really want to die, you should stick the knife here that day." ”

He raised his slender and beautiful hand, put the fruit knife against her heart, and his tone became more and more gentle, "If you die, I will really consider whether to let Luo Juntian and them go." Although he said this, the irony in his words was heavier, and there was even a faint anger tone.

It seems that her suicide action that day was a bit unexpected by Fu Tingyuan.

Luo Nanchu smiled, "So, does Mr. Fu think that Nanchu is using bitter meat tricks?" ”

In the next second, she reached out and grabbed the blade against her heart, and in an instant, the fruit knife that Fu Tingyuan was holding in vain was pinched by her and snatched it into her hand, almost in an instant, the cold light flashed, and the tip of the knife stabbed at her heart!

Then, just as she was about to stab her in the heart, the handle of the knife was re-grasped by the man.

"Luo Nanchu!" Fu Tingyuan pinched the handle of the knife, and his voice was tinged with a bit of hidden anger.

If he hadn't grabbed the handle of the knife in time, the knife would have sunk into Luo Nanchu's heart in an instant just now.

Fu Tingyuan's eyes turned cold, staring at her smiling face, his gaze was as secretive.

The sharp tip of the knife was separated by less than a millimeter, hanging in front of Luo Nanchu's heart, Luo Nanchu raised her eyes, looked directly at Fu Tingyuan, her voice was soft, and she smiled faintly: "Mr. Fu is right, last time Nan Chu was not thoughtful. She held the blade and slowly pressed the tip of the knife down, "This time I will definitely let Mr. Fu get what he wants, I only hope that Mr. Fu can keep his promise and let Nan Chu's family go." ”

How much he hated her, she always understood. Bad karma arose because of her, and it would be great if it could be married because of her again.

Fu Tingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Luo Nanchu's smile. Looking at each other, the light gentleness on his face had slowly faded, leaving only a little cool aftertaste. Luo Nanchu looked at this face, looking at the cold breath between his eyebrows. The essence of a person lies not in the side that he shows outwardly, but in the side that he does not show outward.

And the current Fu Tingyuan is the real Fu Tingyuan.