Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 813 Bloodstained

Feng Mocheng had already withdrawn his gaze from her, as if he hadn't said anything.

Lin Jing looked a little disappointed.

Perhaps she accidentally misheard the word "lifetime".

Feng Mocheng never said anything.

I have been in a trance recently, and I always have delusions.

She smiled bitterly, and let Feng Mocheng lead her hand, playing a series of strange and pleasant sounds on the black and white keys.

Feng Mocheng held Lin Jing in his arms for a long time.

Lin Jing was a little sleepy: "Stop playing, okay? I'm so tired."

"Okay, I won't play." Feng Mocheng was also a little tired, his legs were numb from Lin Jing's sitting.

He held her waist with both hands, trying to put her down from his lap.

Suddenly, there was a snap from above.

Feng Mocheng frowned slightly, raised his head and glanced up.

In an instant, he hugged Lin Jing tightly, and threw his whole body forward, pressing Lin Jing under him, while protecting her head tightly with one hand.

"Ah!" Lin Jing screamed, not knowing what happened.

By the time she realized it, she had been thrown to the ground by Feng Mocheng.

In the ear, there was a sudden crashing sound, something hit the ground and shattered, and the sound was loud.

Lin Jing's face was dripped with drops of moist stuff, which gradually slid to the corner of her mouth. She stuck out the tip of her tongue, and a bloody smell spread into her mouth.

Lin Jing looked around in astonishment, she and Feng Mocheng were surrounded by shards of glass.

At this time, she was stunned to realize that the giant crystal chandelier above had fallen down.

The man lay on her body without making a sound. When the crystal chandelier fell, Feng Mocheng threw her to the ground and protected her with his body.

Lin Jing struggled to get out of his embrace as if he had lost his soul, while Feng Mocheng lay on the ground, unconscious.

"Feng Mo City, Feng Mo City!" Lin Jing called his name like a stick in his throat.

His hair was wet with blood, and his white shirt was stained with blood.

This scene made Lin Jing's hands tremble, as if struck by lightning.

"Mocheng, Mocheng! You...you wake up!" She pulled Feng Mocheng up from the ground and hugged her, "Wake up!"

Fragments everywhere, mess everywhere.

In his arms, Feng Mocheng closed his eyes tightly, and his breathing became weaker and weaker!

"Come on, come on!" Lin Jing yelled heartbreakingly.

She lowered her head, hugged Feng Mocheng tightly, and said tremblingly: "Please don't die, you will be fine, you will be!"

……

hospital.

Lin Jing sat outside the door of the emergency room, in a daze as if he had lost his soul.

Tired, really tired.

She would rather that Feng Mocheng didn't protect her, and she would rather be the one lying in the emergency room than let her suffer so much outside at this moment.

Lin Jing grabbed his messy hair, his eyes were red, and there were still tears on his face, he was very embarrassed.

As time passed by, Lin Jing waited until his eyes were red.

Finally, the door of the emergency room opened.

Lin Jing rushed up excitedly, grabbed the doctor's clothes, "How is it? How is he?"

The doctor was very tired and had to perform several hours of surgery: "President Feng is out of danger, but his head was seriously injured and needs to be hospitalized."

Although Feng Mocheng was out of danger, Lin Jing did not breathe a sigh of relief, instead his whole heart was in suspense.

Soon, the hospital bed was pushed out, and Lin Jing rushed up immediately: "Mocheng."

(End of this chapter)