Chapter 729 (1/2)

Luo Fanxing reached out to pull a chair and sat down.

Glancing at Hong Ling's foot injury, Luo Fanxing turned his eyes to Hong Ling after confirming that the injury on her foot was all right.

Hong Ling was still brushing the tablet, staring at the screen, as if she was very serious. She didn't even react when the popsicle in her hand dripped onto the hospital bed.

It's stupid and stupid to be so strong.

"Are you feeling better?" Luo Fanxing lowered his voice.

Hong Ling replied casually, "I'm very good. I feel better than ever."

Luo Fanxing looked at Hong Ling's stubborn expression and smiled quietly. "I just came from Jun September. Don't you want to ask something else?"

Hong Ling was obviously stunned when she heard Jun's name in September.

But she still stubbornly replied.

"What do I have to ask? Jun did his own evil in September. He hurt himself like that and wanted to be a demon. It's not a good time to hang up. Besides, what does his immortality have to do with me? It's not as interesting as watching the play." With that, Hong Ling continued to stare at the tablet in her hand.

Luo Fanxing has light eyebrows and eyes. Hong Ling is such a person! I don't even know that the tablets have been taken down. The popsicles in her hands have melted. It's not honest.

Sure enough, He Jun had the same temper in September. Both of them were stubborn. Like cattle, they couldn't pull back.

No wonder two people have a spark. There is a reason.

"I'm relieved to hear that, Jun. he... I'm still worried about how to speak when I tell you about his situation." Luo Fanxing said and stood up slowly.

Almost as soon as she got up, Hong Ling sat up from the hospital bed, directly ignoring her leg in plaster.

"What did you just say?"

When Luo Fanxing turned around, Hong Ling grabbed her wrist. It was so powerful and frightening that it didn't look like a patient should have.

Luo Fanxing stopped and didn't look back. He just threw down a cold sentence: "Jun's ribs were almost completely broken in September, and his abdomen was like that... His situation... The only outcome..."

Before Luo Fanxing could say the following words, Hong Ling's strength in holding her hand suddenly increased.

"No, he can't die. Our account hasn't been settled yet. He can't die now." Hong Ling burst out in excitement, and her expression was very depressed.

Luo Fanxing turned back and glanced at Hong Ling holding her tightly.

Hong Ling's strength was so strong that red marks soon appeared on her arm.

Hung Ling bowed her head. It seemed that she could not accept that Jun had died in September. She clung to the bedside with her other hand and clenched her teeth. It seemed that she was trying to endure something.

"Don't you think it doesn't matter that Jun died in September?"

"I......"

Hong Ling was silent. She hung her head down, and her strength in her hands gradually decreased, but the whole person's mood seemed to collapse at this moment.

"That bastard... I haven't forgiven him. He can't die. I don't owe him. Why should he meddle to save me? I don't need it at all." Hong Ling said, tears falling down.

Stubbornly, she turned her head and tried to hold back her tears.

Luo Fanxing, who looked at this scene at the bottom of his eyes, gently smacked his tongue: "Hong Ling, is it interesting to be duplicity?"

Hearing this, Hong Ling was stunned.