The young man came to the bedside and looked down at the sleeping Lu Tingwan from a high place. Then he took out his cell phone and called a phone number.

The phone was connected, and the man opened his thin lips and said lightly: "Tell the old man that his granddaughter is very good, so that he can rest assured to recuperate."

Without saying anything else, after hanging up the phone, the man sat down beside the bed, his eyes swept across Lu Tingwan Kong Luoluo's wrists, which were not wearing anything.

He looked at Lu Tingwan, looked at her, then reached out to her face.

The white fingers pinched Lu Tingwan's delicate and small chin. The man moved his wrist and pinched Lu Tingwan's chin and turned her face left and right.

Lose weight.

After letting go of Lu Tingwan, the man stopped, turned on the camera in his phone, approached Lu Tingwan's face, and looked at Lu Tingwan's face with a few big faces without any skills or angles.

I took back my phone and looked at it. The man was very satisfied. After sending the photo, he put the phone in front of Lu Tingwan's face and prepared to take a few more photos of the old man.

Lu Tingwan, who had been sleeping all the time, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his horror.

The phone just blocked Lu Tingwan's eyes. The man didn't notice it, but he felt her sudden rapid breathing when approaching the back of Lu Tingwan's hand that was close to the tip of Lu Tingwan's nose.

He slightly turned his phone away, and when he saw Lu Tingwan waking up, he said lightly: "I'm awake."

Then he took back his phone and continued to send the photos.

Lu Tingwan, who was confused, subconsciously looked at the sound and saw a strange man sitting by the bed. She reacted fiercely to the fact that Screenwriter Yang and Jingping were drugged in the hotel.

Then he stepped aside and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"

His eyes were full of vigilance towards the man.

She looked around, and the unfamiliar environment and room made her nervous.

The man who sent the photo looked up and looked at Lu Tingwan lazily, then raised the corner of his lips, laughing so badly, and said in a scary tone: "Jiang Zhu, is the hell's prison, are you afraid?"

There was no smile in my eyes.

Lu Tingwan's eyes were fixed on his face, but he was not looking at him or listening to him.

Her brain slowly woke up, and she tried hard to sort out her chaotic thoughts, and suddenly remembered Lu Chibai, who blocked the gun for her before she was in a coma, fell down.

She immediately panicked and murmured: "Where is Xiaobai, Xiaobai..."

"The person is fine, he is in the hospital." The man responded slowly, then looked down at his phone.

Lu Tingwan's eyes narrowed and his eyes became clear.

She looked at the man, moved her pale lips, and asked excitedly, "...really? Is he really okay?"

“In the hospital!”

The man slightly stressed his voice and repeated another sentence.

Lu Tingwan's tense nerves finally loosened a little.

She swallowed and tried to clean up her confused brain, she asked, "You saved me?"

He was less alert to the man.

The man slowly pressed his phone, as if he didn't hear it.

After a while, after processing, he turned off his phone, then looked up at Lu Tingwan, and said without any emotion: "What, do you want to repay me?"

Lu Tingwan looked at his cold eyes, and after a moment, she said, "Thank you."

"cheap."

But the man said.

Lu Tingwan's hand holding the bed sheet under the quilt tightened slightly, and she said, "I can't take out anything except 70,000 yuan."

After leaving North City, she may not even be able to afford to rent a house.

Jiang Yu glanced at Lu Tingwan, who was a little embarrassed, and then said, "I took the medicine on the bedside table."

When Lu Tingwan heard this, he looked at the medicine placed on the bedside table.
Chapter completed!