Su Yan stood up from his embrace.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the blood mixed with the scent of grass filled the air.
Looking down, there was a new scratch on her arm.
She didn’t know where it got scraped.
The blood flowed down her arm, dripping from her fingertips to the ground.
Her hair was disheveled, looking sowhat embarrassed.
Hong Ye hurriedly squatted down and checked Feng Rong up and down.
Then, he frowned and looked up.
"Young master, your leg is broken."
Feng Rong’s face was pale.
There was no emotional fluctuation on his face.
He just stared intently at Su Yan.
Not knowing what he was thinking.
Quickly, the car drove in.
A few people worked together to lift Feng Rong into the car.
Su Yan was also forcibly ’invited’ into the car by Hong Ye.
The whole way was silent.
Quickly, the car arrived at the hospital entrance.
People were already waiting there.
As soon as the car door opened, Feng Rong was placed on a stretcher and pulled into the hospital.
Two hours later.
In the VIP ward.
Feng Rong’s leg was in a cast, lying on the bed.
He had an IV drip in his hand.
His eyelids were drooping, blocking his vision.
Coupled with his current appearance, just looking at him made people painfully sympathetic.
But as soon as his eyelids lifted, his dark eyes were filled with a chilling nace.
Looking at Hong Ye standing beside him,
"How’s the investigation on the bomb going?"
Hong Ye shook his head,
"The caras were all destroyed, and the room was blown up. For now, we can’t suspect anyone in particular."
The two were talking.
There was a knock on the door.
The door was ajar, and standing at the door was the bodyguard, who saw that the person coming in was the one who saved the young master.
He did not stop her.
Su Yan slowly pushed the door open and walked in.
The wound on her arm had already been treated.
It was wrapped in gauze.
When she fell, her right wrist had supported her weight.
As a result, stones got stuck in the flesh, leaving so blood marks.
Her right hand was also bandaged.
The dress Su Yan was wearing had long been changed; she was now in hospital clothes.
As soon as she walked into the ward.
Hong Ye and Feng Rong’s gazes fell on her.
Feng Rong looked away,
"What do you want?"
Su Yan hesitated for a mont, then nodded,
"I want to go ho."
Hong Ye saw that he essentially had nothing more to do here.
He automatically walked out of the ward to continue investigating the bomb incident.
Feng Rong listened to Su Yan’s words.
Looking at her obedient appearance.
Always looking at her, quiet and well-behaved.
As pure as a blank sheet of paper.
Needing soone to protect her to prevent being deceived.
Now, this was the third ti they had t.
Every ti they t, it always felt like this woman would surprise him in different ways.
The first ti, she managed to subdue his n with such a frail body.
The second ti, she sohow went in and dismantled the bomb from under the seat in an orderly manner.
The third ti, this ti now.
Feng Rong’s thin lips showed a smile,
"Does my little stepmom need my permission to return? Why co to specifically just to say that?"
Su Yan spoke,
"I’m out of money."
Feng Rong was taken aback.
Su Yan spoke up,
"The bag I brought was left at the venue. I can’t go back."
Feng Rong nodded,
"Is my little stepmom here to borrow money from ?"
Su Yan nodded, then shook her head,
"I saved your life, you give the money for a ride ho, fair trade."
Feng Rong listened, silent for a long ti.
He beckoned to Su Yan.
Su Yan was puzzled.
But still walked over.
As she walked over.
Su Yan was suddenly pulled onto the bed by him.
He turned over and pinned her down beneath him.
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