Neither side can offend anyone. Unless he is a fool, what else should he do if he insists on intervening in the middle?

Such profound questions should be left to the forensic doctor, and then decided by the judges and juries in the court.

However, he said lightly: "I heard that the young lady of the Fu family was besieged by the media before the incident, and perhaps she was mentally stimulated." He said this very skillfully. After saying that, he turned around and returned to the police station.

Ziyang woke up around ten o'clock that night.

The first time she woke up, she suddenly sat up from the bed. The man sleeping lightly beside her was shocked and immediately woke up.

"Don't be afraid!"

Almost immediately, Fu Hong hugged Ziyang tightly and patted her back: "Yangyang, don't be afraid..."

Zi Yang sat up straight and woke up from the haze for a long time.

She turned her head and looked at the handsome and evil man blankly.

"Fu Hong?"

"Well, it's me, Yangyang, are you awake?"

Fu Hong's gaze fell on her face, and when she saw her eyes gradually becoming clearer, her heart relaxed.

"Are you better?"

"I had a nightmare and dreamed that I was besieged by reporters. You fought with Dong Zhuo, and I fired a shot at him." Zi Yang took a deep breath and then wiped a sweat: "I'm scared, I still dreamed that you spanked me----"

As she said that, she suddenly stopped and then looked at her ten fingers that were bandaged like rice dumplings, and her face slightly darkened.

Then, she reluctantly turned her eyes away and looked at Fu Hong.

"I fired a shot at Dong Zhuo?"

Those are not dreams, they are all things that have happened. She is sick again, right?

Why did she get sick again? Didn’t the doctors say that her illness has been cured?

Now, does even Fu Hong know that she is sick and she is crazy?

what to do?

She didn't want anyone to know that she was a lunatic.

"How is he...he?" Zi Yang carefully observed Fu Hong's face, afraid of seeing a disgusting expression on his face.

"He...what is he like?"

Fu Hong stared at her deeply, and after a long time, he sighed. He could clearly feel the deep concerns and fear hidden in her eyes.

"Don't move, I want to hug you."

His voice, revealing a little bit of self-blame and heartache, slipped into her ears in a low and deep manner.

"Don't worry, the doctor said that he missed a little bit and was still in the observation period, so he wouldn't die anyway." He said as he choked up his throat: "Why are you so uneasy? Even if you want to kill him, you ask me to do it. I can find a place where no one can do it. How can I shoot myself and how can I make myself so bad?"

Ziyang remained motionless.

She clearly felt his care, Zi Yang pursed her lips and quietly let him hold her. His warm body made her not so cold. She really wanted to take that inch of warmth.

Ziyang is unwilling to admit his instant dependence mentality.

But the next second, some water droplets fell down to the back of her neck and flowed all the way.

Only two drops slowly followed the S-shaped curve on her back, flowing through her body, burning her skin.

Did he cry?

How is that possible?!

"Let me take care of you in the future, okay? Yangyang..." Fu Hong's voice was muffled, with a little choking.

Zi Yang's heart trembled when he heard this. Did he really cry?

Why?

She doesn't cry!
Chapter completed!