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Fu Zhirong raised his head and leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes tiredly, and responded to his words with silence.

When Dr. Zhao got up, he glanced over Fu Zhirong beside him inadvertently, only to find that his fingertips were trembling violently.

He didn't dare to ask any more questions, he lowered his head to minimize his presence, and slipped away along the crack of the door.

Fu Zhirong lay on the sofa and fell asleep unknowingly. When he opened his eyes again, almost two hours had passed.

According to the time estimated by the doctor, Ruan Qianya should be ready by now.

He stood up and walked to the bedroom, and the moment he opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Ruan Qianya closed her eyes lightly and lay peacefully on the bed.

The sunlight shone in through the window and spread on her body, but it seemed that it couldn't illuminate her, and she just lay lifeless on the bed.

She had one arm limply on the side of the bed, and blood dripped down the bloody arm.

There was already a small pool of blood on the ground.

Anger and panic surged into Fu Zhirong's heart for a moment, he ran over like crazy, stepped on the pool of blood, splashed small blood, stained his spotless suit pants.

Fu Zhirong didn't care about the wound on Ruan Qianya's hand, but raised his hand and slapped him across the face, turning Ruan Qianya's head away.

The hypocritical mask that Fu Zhirong had put on for so long was completely torn off at this moment. He grabbed Ruan Qianya by the collar and dragged her up from the bed.

"I think you fucking really don't want to live anymore!" Fu Zhirong shook Ruan Qianya vigorously, roaring like crazy.

Ruan Qianya opened her eyes with flickering eyelashes as if she had just woken up, and smiled weakly at Fu Zhirong.

"If you can take me away in front of Jing Yihong, you will have a way to make me never see him. Instead of staying in your hands and being treated as a knife by you, it's better for me to kill myself."

After hearing what he said, Fu Zhirong didn't get angry, and raised his hand to hit her in the face again.

Ruan Qianya didn't avoid it, just squinted her eyes slightly, looking at him calmly.

Fu Zhirong's hand stopped in mid-air, he looked at Ruan Qianya's face, and clenched his fist fiercely, his bones made a toothache creaking sound.

After a while, his fist landed heavily on the bed.

The room in the hotel is European-style, with solid iron shelves at the head of the bed, when Fu Zhirong hit it with his fist, his fingers were instantly torn to pieces.

"Let me tell you Ruan Qianya, I can rescue you from the water during Jing Yihong's arrest, and I can hang your life today to prevent you from dying."

Fu Zhirong looked at her, and smiled angrily, "Do you want to die? It's not that easy! I want you to be the sharpest knife, and stab Jing Yihong in the heart, so that he will die without knowing it." !"

Ruan Qianya raised her head and looked at him desperately. Fu Zhirong's crazy face was reflected in those clear eyes.

Fu Zhirong looked at himself from her eyes, those eyes seemed to be able to write, filled with his Fu Zhirong's indescribable crimes.

Fu Zhirong stretched out his hand arrogantly, covering Ruan Qianya's eyes, and sternly said to the door: "Doctor Li, get out of here for treatment!"

When Dr. Li heard the call, he didn't dare to delay for a minute, and ran in staggeringly.

When he saw the bloodstain on the ground and the messy Ruan Qianya and Fu Zhirong, he couldn't help but gasped.

He carried his medical kit and walked over like walking on thin ice, and saw the wound on Ruan Qianya's wrist right away.

He sighed secretly in his heart, how much this woman wanted to die, she actually bit her flesh and tendons with her teeth, and wanted to cut her wrists and kill herself in this way!
The wound on Ruan Qianya's arm was ferocious and glaring.

Fu Zhirong's body was also spattered with a lot of blood. At first glance, it looked like a crime scene.

"Treat her wound," Fu Zhirong's voice was cold and emotionless, "it's not so easy for her to want to die."

The doctor put down the medical kit, and as soon as he touched Ruan Qianya's wound, he didn't know where she got the strength to lift up the injured arm, and slapped his hand open.

Immediately, the wound was pulled, and another stream of blood flowed out.

"This..." Dr. Li was a little embarrassed for a while, "The patient didn't cooperate."

Fu Zhirong didn't even look at Dr. Li: "I don't want to be treated, do I? Then wait for her to bleed until she has no strength."

Ruan Qianya was handcuffed with one hand and injured with the other, so he could only gently rub Fu Zhirong with his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Let me die, okay, Fu Zhirong? "

This was the first time Ruan Qianya called his name, Fu Zhirong's heart moved, and then a strange feeling flooded his heart.

He couldn't tell what kind of experience it was, as if someone had stabbed the tip of his heart with a vinegar needle, it was a little sour and painful.

"During the time when you were pretending to lose your memory, I tried my best to treat you well, and you never asked me for anything. At that time, if you asked me, I would agree," Fu Zhirong wanted to curl his lips, but there was no strength whatsoever, " Now you beg me, beg me to let you die."

Ruan Qianya really didn't have the strength to say anything to him.

Fu Zhirong is really terrible, even though she comforted herself psychologically, it was for her own good that Jing Yihong let go.

But she was still afraid.

I was afraid that Jing Yihong would not be able to find this place, and that Jing Yihong was a step late.

When she passed out in a daze, she heard clearly that Fu Zhirong wanted to let the psychiatrist hypnotize herself.

She couldn't believe how she would face herself if she really became the one who hurt Jing Yihong.

Ruan Qianya closed her eyes, still muttering in her mouth: "Let me die, you have many hostages to choose from, why is it me?"

Ruan Qianya's voice had already started to tremble, as if he wanted to crush Ruan Qianya, he held her tightly in his arms: "Ruan Qianya! I don't believe it's someone like you who has no desire to survive."

Seeing that Ruan Qianya had no intention of struggling, Dr. Li quickly took the time to treat her wound.

The wound was deeply bitten and looked very hideous, and even if the wound healed, the function of the wrist might be affected in the future.

Dr. Li sighed with some pity. He heard that Ruan Qianya is a designer, and she chose to injure her right hand. I am afraid that it will be difficult to work for a long time in the future.

Ruan Qianya struggled lightly a few more times, Fu Zhirong freed up a hand to hold this arm tightly to prevent her from moving, and then managed to heal the wound.

After treating the wound, Dr. Li didn't dare to stay for a long time, and ran out quickly with the medical kit, and closed the door by the way.