Report to the president, your actor has run away again

I don't know if he was disturbed by the sound of beating and killing next to his ears, or was rushed into his head by the smell of blood all over the room. At that moment, Tang Ruan actually regarded Fu Zhao as Fu Xin.

To be exact, it was Fu Xin from the past.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, Fu Xin was so reckless that he carried an iron rod with bare arms. Even the most capable gangsters on the streets of Tongcheng dared not provoke him. It's all gangsters.

The flower-armed boy straddled the locomotive, threw his helmet to the noble young master who was carrying a backpack on the side of the road, and raised his eyebrows at him, pampering and provocative.

Memories and past events flooded his heart, Tang Ruan shook his head, forcing himself to be more sober.

"Fu Zhao!"

Tang Ruan anxiously called Fu Zhao's name, but the man seemed to have lost his hearing and did not respond at all.

"you you"

Nie Dong's entire face turned purple even with his neck down. He was strangled like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, and his breath was stuck in his throat, unable to get up or down.

Looking at the person in front of him, Nie Dong didn't even have the strength to resist, so he could only make a hissing sound of inhaling.

Fu Zhao stared at the pair of protruding eyeballs due to lack of oxygen, and the strength in his hand continued to increase.

Nie Dong was pushed against the wall by him, and his whole body was lifted off the ground. Fu Zhao grabbed his neck and slowly tightened his hands.

kill him.

kill him.

This is the only thought in Fu Zhao's mind.

Tang Ruan looked more and more wrong.He originally thought that Fu Zhao just wanted to teach him a lesson first, but now that Nie Dong has started to roll his eyes, Fu Zhao still has no intention of stopping.

He could even hear the cracking sound of Nie Dong's bones.

Tang Ruan began to panic.

He seemed to see the shadow of Fu Xin when he was young in Fu Zhao, the same violence, the same out-of-control.

He used to think that it was just Fu Xin's personal violence factor, but now it seems that this is the awakening of the fighting ethnic blood in their Fu family.

Seeing that Nie Dong was about to die completely, Tang Ruan was heartbroken and yelled anxiously.

"Fu Zhao, look at Leng Ran!"

The movements of Fu Zhao's hands stopped immediately.

cold fire

Fu Zhao was like waking up from a dream, the stern expression just now disappeared, and a trace of bewilderment flashed across the gray-green eyes.

"cold burn"

Fu Zhao read Leng Ran's name, threw Nie Dong aside, turned around, and staggered towards the person behind him.

"Ran Ran, Ran Ran, look at me." Fu Zhao knelt on the ground, he touched Leng Ran's cheek with trembling hands, the violent breath just now was gone, and at this moment he was as fragile as a bewildered man child.

There were several scars on Leng Ran's cheeks, one of which crossed the corner of his eye, the wound was deep and bleeding profusely.

Fu Zhao hugged the person in his arms tightly, lowered his head and kissed Leng Ran's eyebrows and eyes, his voice was hoarse and desperate, "Ran Ran, please, look at me."

A ray of light suddenly shone in the dark and cold abyss, and a voice penetrated the boundless darkness, calling out his name one after another.

Leng Ran's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Something warm ran down his cheeks, Leng Ran blinked his eyes, it wasn't the heat of blood.

It is the heat of the tears of the people on the body.

Leng Ran looked at the person in front of him, smiled, and murmured softly: "Fu Zhao, you are here!"

"I'm coming." Fu Zhao wiped his face, blood and tears mixed together, he held Leng Ran's hand, and kept kissing the cold fingers, "I'm coming, Ran Ran, I'm coming"

Leng Ran couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or in reality, he opened his chapped lips, and raised his hand to touch Fu Zhao's face.

"Fu Zhao...I'm sorry...you...don't be angry with me, okay?"

Fu Zhao's heart was broken.

"I'm not angry, I'm not angry." Fu Zhao stroked Leng Ran's soft hair, wishing to let these injuries fall on him ten times and a hundred times.

The sound of fighting in the room gradually subsided, and Nie Dong and several of his subordinates were seriously injured, and they all lay on the ground and couldn't get up.

Tang Ruan stood by the window, when the ambulance appeared at the gate of the downstairs community, Tang Ruan's eyes lit up, turned around and shouted to Fu Zhao, "Fu Zhao, don't be silly, go to the hospital quickly!"

Fu Zhao's IQ is probably zero now, and he will only hug the person in his arms tightly, and he will do whatever Tang Ruan says.

"Yes, the hospital, go to the hospital," Fu Zhao wrapped Leng Ran in his coat, and carefully hugged her in his arms, "Ran Ran, let's go to the hospital, it won't hurt anymore."

The wound on Leng Ran's head was still bleeding. He leaned against Fu Zhao's arms, sniffing the familiar smell, and felt that the wound didn't hurt so much anymore.

When passing by the punks who were beaten up on the ground, Leng Ran pulled Fu Zhao's sleeve with all his strength, and said in a low voice, "He took my ring..."

Fu Zhao felt sore and astringent in his heart, his eyes fell on the ground and shrank