The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 387 If it wasn't for relying on Jiang Yunshen, she really didn't know how to maintain her standing

The car was quiet for a moment, Jiang Yunshen didn't keep her waiting too long, and quickly gave the answer in a low voice, "Your father had a car accident."

It took Huarong a while to digest the simple and intuitive sentence.

In just a few seconds, various emotions passed through her mind in turn, but she still couldn't grasp even one of them, and her cognition quickly faded to blank.

She stretched out her hand in a panic and grabbed the man's arm, trembling in her voice, "What did you say on the phone just now, how is my dad...how is he?"

Jiang Yunshen glanced sideways at her and said softly, "The situation is not good."

Not good... what does not good mean?

No, what does it mean...

Time will become extremely slow under certain circumstances, and even the seconds are like years, making it impossible to see the end.

Before going to the hospital, Hua Rong imagined various situations.

She even prepared herself mentally for the worst.

But what is the worst situation?

It's not what she imagined, because she didn't dare to imagine at all.

She thought she was going to the operating room, but she was taken directly to the cold morgue.

Hua Rong was in a daze. When she reached the door, she even stood still and refused to go any further. Her pure black eyes looked even darker against the pale complexion. She just looked at the person in charge who led them, As if very puzzled.

The person in charge glanced awkwardly at the man holding Hua Rong's arms, and then carefully said, "Miss Hua, it's a pity, because the one that collided with your father's car was a heavy truck...the ambulance hasn't arrived yet, People have already left."

When she was making a movie before, there was a scene where a person was dizzy after a huge blow, as if all the strength in his body was drained. At that time, she didn't quite understand it. I couldn't stand still.

If it wasn't for Jiang Yunshen's arm, she really wouldn't know how to maintain her standing.

The man wrapped his arms around her waist.

His voice was so far away that it seemed to come from the sky, "I know it was sudden, and I also know that it was difficult for you to accept for a while...but Rongrong, this is the last time."

Hua Rong only felt that she could no longer feel any reality.

She was hugged by Jiang Yunshen and entered the mortuary where the air-conditioning rushed into the skin with the person in charge in the white coat, and everything in this lifeless scene was like the background of a nightmare.

A white cloth that symbolizes death.

After one corner was lifted, the pale face was so silent that there was no sound.

Familiarity has become strange, making people dare not recognize each other.

Jiang Yunshen's gaze fell, his handsome face was cold and tense, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his dark eyes were like a sea of ​​rolling ink, but his hands never left the woman's waist.

It wasn't until the woman's body was heavy that he brought her into his arms reflexively, only to find that her face was covered with ice-cold liquid and she had passed out.

His thin lips were pursed tightly, almost forming a straight line, "Set it up, someone will arrange the funeral soon."

"I understand."

The temperature in the man's voice seemed to be colder than this space full of lifelessness, "I don't want any news to spread from the hospital."

"do not worry."

Jiang Yunshen picked up the woman horizontally and strode out.

Just found a ward to put Hua Rong on the bed, Secretary Jin who rushed to follow behind, and Lin Lin who appeared quickly after receiving the order came over almost at the same time.

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(End of this chapter)