Chapter 1360
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Seeing that Fengjin has already hit the ambulance, Huarong takes her hand back. She presses her abdomen in pain, where she is touched by Fengjin's knee. Now she has a general pain.
There are blood clots and blood flowing down her legs. Huarong has never experienced these things. With the blood loss and the sudden drop of body temperature, she curls up to keep her body temperature and scolds Fengjin a hundred times.
What kind of evils she did would fall into his hands. If she really wanted to die young in her life, she would definitely be killed by this guy.
Huarong was delirious with pain, and felt that she was forced into a warm embrace. The smell of man made her extremely resistant at the moment, but Fengjin's body temperature was higher than her at the moment, which made her more comfortable.
"The ambulance will be here soon." Feng Jin could be said to be at a loss when holding her. His voice was shaking, "Rongrong, you can hold on for a while, and you will come soon..."
Huarong raised his head with difficulty, then stretched out his hand and patted him with all his strength: "go away!"
Feng Jin was slapped by her and held her closer. His reason came back and looked at the blood stains on the bed. His face was pale and terrible.
What did he do, how could he do anything to hurt her
He hugged her with trembling, lifted her from the bed, and then quickly walked to the door.
Although Huarong has a sharp pain in her abdomen, her mind is still there. Her heart is a little sad, perhaps because of this inexplicable child, or because she and Fengjin are no longer possible in the future
She didn't say it clearly, but she understood that it was really over between her and Fengjin.
After dinner, the servants are idly cleaning, and then they can see the man of the house, with a man in his arms, running down the stairs in a hurry. Fengjin is wearing a white woolen coat, and now the hem has been completely dyed red with blood.
The servants were startled. They saw that Feng Jin rushed out of the hall with her face in her arms. He put the man in the passenger seat and quickly got on the driver's seat.
The housekeeper looked at the blood on the ground and nervously raised his head to look out of the door. Fengjin had already started the Rolls Royce, and the black car body rushed into the dark rain curtain.
"Miss Hua, she..."
The maid was pale with the blood dripping along the road. Fengjin had just gone upstairs. The servants downstairs faintly heard their quarrel. But Huarong and Fengjin were not very polite to Fengjin all the time. They were used to it. I didn't expect this to happen today.
"You look at the young master and the young lady at home." The old housekeeper, who came all the way from Liangcheng to serve Fengjin, seriously turned his head to the flustered servants in the living room and said, "go upstairs and change the sheets and drag the floor. Don't leave any bad marks for the young masters to see."
The servants answered and went to take care of the aftermath.
The old housekeeper frowned and thought for a while, then went to one side and took out his mobile phone to call old Feng.
*
after driving for a few minutes, Fengjin met an ambulance to pick up Huarong.
The nurse took oxygen while checking Huarong's body. Seeing that she was still sane, she bowed her head and asked, "how do you feel now?"
Huarong frowned, and her fingers grasped the arm of Fengjin tightly: " It hurts
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Seeing that Fengjin has already hit the ambulance, Huarong takes her hand back. She presses her abdomen in pain, where she is touched by Fengjin's knee. Now she has a general pain.
There are blood clots and blood flowing down her legs. Huarong has never experienced these things. With the blood loss and the sudden drop of body temperature, she curls up to keep her body temperature and scolds Fengjin a hundred times.
What kind of evils she did would fall into his hands. If she really wanted to die young in her life, she would definitely be killed by this guy.
Huarong was delirious with pain, and felt that she was forced into a warm embrace. The smell of man made her extremely resistant at the moment, but Fengjin's body temperature was higher than her at the moment, which made her more comfortable.
"The ambulance will be here soon." Feng Jin could be said to be at a loss when holding her. His voice was shaking, "Rongrong, you can hold on for a while, and you will come soon..."
Huarong raised his head with difficulty, then stretched out his hand and patted him with all his strength: "go away!"
Feng Jin was slapped by her and held her closer. His reason came back and looked at the blood stains on the bed. His face was pale and terrible.
What did he do, how could he do anything to hurt her
He hugged her with trembling, lifted her from the bed, and then quickly walked to the door.
Although Huarong has a sharp pain in her abdomen, her mind is still there. Her heart is a little sad, perhaps because of this inexplicable child, or because she and Fengjin are no longer possible in the future
She didn't say it clearly, but she understood that it was really over between her and Fengjin.
After dinner, the servants are idly cleaning, and then they can see the man of the house, with a man in his arms, running down the stairs in a hurry. Fengjin is wearing a white woolen coat, and now the hem has been completely dyed red with blood.
The servants were startled. They saw that Feng Jin rushed out of the hall with her face in her arms. He put the man in the passenger seat and quickly got on the driver's seat.
The housekeeper looked at the blood on the ground and nervously raised his head to look out of the door. Fengjin had already started the Rolls Royce, and the black car body rushed into the dark rain curtain.
"Miss Hua, she..."
The maid was pale with the blood dripping along the road. Fengjin had just gone upstairs. The servants downstairs faintly heard their quarrel. But Huarong and Fengjin were not very polite to Fengjin all the time. They were used to it. I didn't expect this to happen today.
"You look at the young master and the young lady at home." The old housekeeper, who came all the way from Liangcheng to serve Fengjin, seriously turned his head to the flustered servants in the living room and said, "go upstairs and change the sheets and drag the floor. Don't leave any bad marks for the young masters to see."
The servants answered and went to take care of the aftermath.
The old housekeeper frowned and thought for a while, then went to one side and took out his mobile phone to call old Feng.
*
after driving for a few minutes, Fengjin met an ambulance to pick up Huarong.
The nurse took oxygen while checking Huarong's body. Seeing that she was still sane, she bowed her head and asked, "how do you feel now?"
Huarong frowned, and her fingers grasped the arm of Fengjin tightly: " It hurts
Seeing that Fengjin has already hit the ambulance, Huarong takes her hand back. She presses her abdomen in pain, where she is touched by Fengjin's knee. Now she has a general pain. There are blood clots and blood flowing down her legs. Huarong has never experienced these things. With the blood loss and the sudden drop of body temperature, she curls up to keep her body temperature and scolds Fengjin a hundred times. What kind of evils she did would fall into his hands. If she really wanted to die young in her life, she would definitely be killed by this guy. Huarong was delirious with pain, and felt that she was forced into a warm embrace. The smell of man made her extremely resistant at the moment, but Fengjin's body temperature was higher than her at the moment, which made her more comfortable. "The ambulance will be here soon." Feng Jin could be said to be at a loss when holding her. His voice was shaking, "Rongrong, you can hold on for a while, and you will come soon..." Huarong raised his head with difficulty, then stretched out his hand and patted him with all his strength: "go away!" Feng Jin was slapped by her and held her closer. His reason came back and looked at the blood stains on the bed. His face was pale and terrible. What did he do, how could he do anything to hurt her He hugged her with trembling, lifted her from the bed, and then quickly walked to the door. Although Huarong has a sharp pain in her abdomen, her mind is still there. Her heart is a little sad, perhaps because of this inexplicable child, or because she and Fengjin are no longer possible in the future She didn't say it clearly, but she understood that it was really over between her and Fengjin. After dinner, the servants are idly cleaning, and then they can see the man of the house, with a man in his arms, running down the stairs in a hurry. Fengjin is wearing a white woolen coat, and now the hem has been completely dyed red with blood. The servants were startled. They saw that Feng Jin rushed out of the hall with her face in her arms. He put the man in the passenger seat and quickly got on the driver's seat. The housekeeper looked at the blood on the ground and nervously raised his head to look out of the door. Fengjin had already started the Rolls Royce, and the black car body rushed into the dark rain curtain. "Miss Hua, she..." The maid was pale with the blood dripping along the road. Fengjin had just gone upstairs. The servants downstairs faintly heard their quarrel. But Huarong and Fengjin were not very polite to Fengjin all the time. They were used to it. I didn't expect this to happen today. "You look at the young master and the young lady at home." The old housekeeper, who came all the way from Liangcheng to serve Fengjin, seriously turned his head to the flustered servants in the living room and said, "go upstairs and change the sheets and drag the floor. Don't leave any bad marks for the young masters to see." The servants answered and went to take care of the aftermath. The old housekeeper frowned and thought for a while, then went to one side and took out his mobile phone to call old Feng. *after driving for a few minutes, Fengjin met an ambulance to pick up Huarong. The nurse took oxygen while checking Huarong's body. Seeing that she was still sane, she bowed her head and asked, "how do you feel now?" Huarong frowned, and her fingers grasped the arm of Fengjin tightly: " It hurts
