Everyone is guessing who my patron is

When He Dongming came, he only saw He Mengmeng's beautiful face as dirty as a little tabby cat, with a bandage on one leg, sitting unsteadily, grinning and crying out for pain.When did the He family hold the little princess in their hands, when did they suffer so much?

He Dongming's eyes darkened.

Lu Ning saw that Mr. He had also come, so she stood up quickly, her hands were in excruciating pain, and she hadn't been dealt with properly until now. Seeing He Dongming this time, suddenly a feeling of grievance welled up in her heart .

It was a hard day for him. He was forced to question by reporters, his eggs were smashed, and he was injured. Now he met He Dongming.

He actually wanted to say, Mr. He, I am very happy, really, I can see you now.

Seeing that He Dongming's eyes fell on He Mengmeng, he wanted to say, Mengmeng is fine, don't worry.

Suddenly, she was slapped on the face by an oncoming slap. Lu Ning was stunned by the blow, half of her face was swollen, her cheeks were burning with pain, and her head was buzzing.

What I wanted to say was just like that being knocked out.

"He Mengmeng is messing around, and you are messing around too? Is this the place she should come to?"

Before He Dongming finished speaking, He Mengmeng rushed forward, "Old He, are you fucking sick?!"

"To shut up!"

He Dongming's voice is not high, but he has been in the top position all year round, and he has never put on airs at home. He may be really angry this time, and his face darkens. Just two words, even the old Zhang who has been with him for so long, is a bit Terrified.

"Drive, go to the hospital."

Lao Zhang nodded, sensed something was wrong again, and glanced at Lu Ning, "Young Master Lu..."

He Dongming didn't say a word, and didn't even look at Lu Ning.

Until Lao Zhang came and left with the car, Lu Ning stared blankly at the exhaust left by the car, and finally, fog filled his eyes.

His hands were still hurting, and his arms were covered with wounds. He quietly hid his wounds.

Mr. He didn't look at him more.

Cold like a stranger.

Didn't even notice...he was hurt too.

In Mr. He's eyes, who else could he see besides his precious sister?

Lu Ning clutched her heart, the pain was too much, as if the wound that had been accumulated for many years broke out overnight, and the flesh and blood were smashed to pieces over and over again.

The aftermath staff came and went, and they all noticed Lu Ning, but they all signed an agreement before they came, and some things cannot be disclosed to the outside world.

They saw that beautiful boy who often appeared on TV, with mixed reviews,

Sitting on the bench, motionless, some egg liquid stuck to his hair, his body was covered with wounds, even his face was swollen, and there was a small wound. The dim yellow light hit his face. They saw him It seems to be crying, but it seems not, a little embarrassed, a little pitiful.

Someone asked him to look at the wound, so he said softly, to teach him a lesson.

Let me teach you a lesson, it hurts every day, and I look at it every day, reminding myself not to be mean again.

They didn't know what he was thinking, but they couldn't help feeling in their hearts that it was not easy to do anything. They heard that this guy had an egg smashed today, so much hatred and humiliation.

Lu Ning didn't leave the venue until midnight.

He didn't come home either.

There is a bar around the corner.

People say that people who have trouble on their minds tend to get drunk easily.

Lu Ning got himself drunk, he didn't hold a lot of alcohol, and now he drank a lot, he was like a child, motionless and quiet.

He used to go to the bar with An Dong Lin Xueru often. The boss was worried about him and said he would send him off. Lu Ning waved his hand, and walked out of the bar under the boss's concerned eyes. He was overwhelmed and retched, and from a distance, he looked like a homeless man. No one would have guessed that it was Lu Ning under the camera during the day.

Last time, He Dongming picked him up and said to go home.

Thinking about it now, it's ironic.

So ironic.