Agni Group: Good Morning Black Boss

That being the case, Shangguan Rui cannot be blamed.

"Fang Yiren..."

"That day, it was Fang Yiren who drove the car..." Shangguan Rui said in a low voice, without any concealment, and told Sikong Lingge everything that happened afterwards.

Sikong Lingge nodded again, "How is Fang Yiren now? I want...to meet her...is it okay?"

Shangguan Rui was silent for a while, and nodded in agreement.

So, the two left the bedroom together and went to the ward where Fang Yiren lived.

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operating room.

Doctors and nurses are nervously busy, nervously resuscitating.

Sikong Lingge stood outside, looking at Fang Yiren on the operating table through a large piece of glass——

She was burned all over her body, only her face was still intact.

Wearing an oxygen mask, breathing is very rapid.

ECG fluctuations are getting smaller and smaller...

Sikong Lingge hates Fang Yiren very much——

Not only Fang Yiren, but also the Fang family...had done so many things that hurt the children and Shangguan Rui.

Of course, until now, she still hated Fang Yiren very much.

However, looking at Fang Yiren struggling on the edge of life and death on the operating table, Sikong Lingge suddenly figured out something——

Fang Yiren really loves Feng Liye.

Otherwise, she would not bet her life to save herself and Shangguan Rui.

Everything she did was not for Fang, but because of Feng Liye, because of love...

After figuring this out, Sikong Lingge is no longer like before, he doesn't even want to see Fang Yiren anymore.

The rescue work came to an end.

Renault pulled Fang Yiren back from the brink of death.

Fang Yiren was awake when he was pushed out of the operating room.

Seeing Sikong Lingge in the corridor, he immediately asked to see her by name.

"Not too long, her body is very weak." Lei Nuo handed over the isolation gown to Sikong Lingge.

Sikong Lingge nodded, and changed into silently.

Shangguan Rui did not accompany him, but stood outside the glass window and waited.

The intensive care unit was dark and lifeless.

Sikong Lingge walked in slowly, suddenly felt the negative pressure air was pungent and unpleasant.

The last time he wore such clothes and smelled negative pressure air was when Shangguan Rui was shot.

At that time, she didn't feel this way——

The whole ward is filled with a whizzing cold wind, and the breath is weak...

Is it because Fang Yiren's will to survive is not strong?

Her eyes were filled with ashes, and she had no love for this world.

Sikong Lingge stood far away without approaching.

"Are you... already married?" Fang Yiren said weakly, and took off the obstructing respirator with great effort.

Sikong Lingge paused and nodded.

"Congratulations." Fang Yiren smiled weakly, his face as pale as paper, "I was asked by Li Ye to convey this sentence to me. Your happy life is the greatest comfort to him."

Fang Yiren's voice rang slowly in the dead space.

Sikong Linge's tears kept falling down in a "pat pa pa pa", and he couldn't stop it no matter what.

"Sikong Lingge..." Fang Yiren's body is very weak, and it takes a lot of energy to say a word, "Sometimes, I am really envious... cough cough... two men, are so I love you and am willing to die for you..."

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