Chapter 11 Not a Man
Her legs were weak, and she no longer had the strength to break his hand.

The limp body kept sliding down.

Seeing her like this, Huo Jingcheng still maintained a frozen face, "Jing Fan, don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me."

He doesn't eat this set!
Jing Fan opened his lips to say something, but a strong sense of dizziness struck again, and she gradually lost consciousness.The hand covering the forehead fell down, and the forehead was dripping with blood.

Hot blood flowed from the forehead to the corners of the eyes, which was shocking.

When she was about to fall, Huo Jingcheng instinctively grabbed her arm.

Being very close, the faint scent of the woman's body lingered in his nostrils, it smelled so good that he felt inexplicably familiar.It seems to have met somewhere before.

However, when I think about it carefully, I can't grasp that feeling, it's misty like light smoke, and it dissipates in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Huo, she seems to have fainted." Lu Jianming felt that if he didn't step forward, he might be killed.

Huo Jingcheng's thoughts were interrupted, and he frowned as he looked at the woman in his arms who was as fragile as porcelain.

This damned troublesome woman!
"Mr. Huo?" Seeing that there was no answer, Lu Jianming called again.

"Then why not call an ambulance?"

"..." Lu Jianming hurriedly asked the secretary's office to make an emergency call.

Here, only Huo Jingcheng and Jing Fan were left.She passed out, and her trembling eyelashes were stained with a thin layer of moisture, like tears.

Huo Jingcheng saw it, and there was only indifference and disgust on his face.

The hand holding Jing Fan suddenly loosened, and he withdrew, leaving her on the ground and ignoring her.

What is the use of these false tears now?Everything is irreparable!What she is suffering now is just what she deserves!

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When Jing Fan woke up again, he was already in the hospital.What catches the eye is the white ceiling, white bed sheets.

"Are you awake?" A male voice came into my ear.

Jing Fan turned his head and saw Huo Jingcheng's assistant sitting beside his bed.

She pressed her forehead and sat up.As soon as he moved, he became dizzy again.

"Miss Jing, don't exercise vigorously." Lu Jianming helped her.

"Thank you, I didn't get a concussion, right?" Jing Fan asked again, "Will there be a scar on my head?"

She is an artist, although she has no works yet, the most important thing in this line of work is her face.

"It's been checked, it's just a trauma, no concussion. There will be no scar on the forehead, Miss Jing can rest assured."

"Oh, that's good." Jing Fan sighed.She touched her forehead, and unconsciously remembered Huo Jingcheng's fierce look before.And those two sentences he said.

Brother Huo and Uncle Huo are gone...

Heart, sinking and sinking, bored a little uncomfortable.

She didn't dare to think, if Huo Jingcheng knew that he was one of the instigators of the incident five years ago, it would be a big blow to him.

That night five years ago, she had already dared not mention it, but now it has become a secret that she cannot tell in her heart.

only……

There is a distance between them.

Two human lives are two horizontal chasms that cannot be crossed.

Thinking of this, Jing Fan felt that what he was thinking was a little ridiculous.

What are you thinking?It seemed that without these two lives, she and Huo Jingcheng would have hope.He is obviously married!

Even if they are not married, it is far from possible between them.

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(End of this chapter)

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