Rong Luchi sent Zhao Huaran and Chu Yan to the hospital together.

Let Mu Sen personally bring people to look after the two of them.

He went to the inpatient department.

He is always in my heart.

He is already dealing with the Rong family's affairs.

Since they have repeatedly challenged his bottom line, there is no need to leave the future of Rong's company to them!

Rong Luchi entered the elevator and headed towards the intensive care unit on the top floor.

At the same time, there were large and small turmoils in the financial circle, real estate circle, and all industries that Rong family was involved in.

The Rong family has completely changed hands, and all the shares are in the hands of Rong Luchi and Song Wanwan.

Of course, Rong Luchi had not yet told him all of this.

When I entered the ward, I saw Song Wanwan sitting against the head of the bed, seemingly checking his wound.

Rong Luchi stepped forward immediately.

"Have you applied the medicine? Does it still hurt?" Rong Luchi looked down and saw the place on her collarbone that was scratched by the glass.

His fingertips gently and warmly pinched the little face, and his warm breath enveloped all of Song Wanwan's senses.

Just when she was about to have a good talk, when she saw his frowning and worried look, Song Wanwan couldn't keep a low profile anymore.

The man in front of me was crouching, his handsome features were very close, his eyebrows and eyes were very beautiful, and he had a rare handsomeness that blended beauty with masculinity.

Handsome with a mature and steady temperament.

His misty eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his nose was straight, his eyelashes were thick and long, and beneath his eyelashes were a pair of deep and cold eyes. His usual cold gaze that looked down upon all living beings was now filled with a hint of worry.

"I'm fine, you don't need to be nervous." Song Wanwan smiled.

There was no color on her cold and gentle face, making her look fragile, like a sick beauty.

"How can you be okay? You're all scratched. Lie down quickly." Rong Luchi wanted to observe the severity of her injuries, but when his eyes touched her skin, he couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

His eyes looked down from the collarbone injury.

"What are you doing?" Song Wanwan crossed his arms in front of him, feeling helpless and amused.

The fair little face was pink and shy, and there was a hint of coquettishness in the eyes.

What's that burning look for?

Rong Luchi withdrew his hand from mid-air.

"I didn't mean to mess around. I just wanted to see if you were feeling any better."

"Girls can't have scars on their bodies, otherwise you won't be able to wear those suspender skirts." Rong Luchi seemed to be thinking of a solution.

Although his force was very light, he still felt a little distressed when he saw the bruises on her body.

Even a slight rub on the skin, which is as white and delicate as a newborn, will leave bruises.

No way!

He can be indifferent to any woman, but he is very particular about her.

"Will you dislike me because I have scars?" Song Wanwan asked seriously.

What you say is the truth.

"How could I dislike you? I will only pamper you."

This is what she said to him back then.

"So, just be good and let me spoil you, and don't think too much about anything." Rong Luchi turned around and said, his hand supporting the side of Song Wanwan's head again.

He looked very serious and earnest.

The sharpness in those black eyes, as deep as glass, faded away, leaving only a hint of tenderness.

What a domineering president’s oath!

Song Wanwan's heart skipped a beat, and there was a rare look of shock in his eyes.

"Rong Luchi, do you have schizophrenia or multiple personalities?"

One second he was furious or acting like a hooligan, and the next second he became gentle and kind.

She can't keep up with this frequency, it's so scary.

Rong Luchi felt that he was too frightened and had a stress reaction.

Caring too much, worrying too much.

Worried that she would know the truth, worried that she would know that she had lost her grandfather and their child.

Rong Luchi looked at her voice, appearance and smile, and was suddenly stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned slightly red.

Song Wanwan's heart suddenly ached, and she immediately hugged him: "What's wrong, I'm fine, I know you will always spoil me, so I'm not afraid, not afraid of anything.

As long as we are all fine, let's hold the wedding when grandpa gets better and fulfill his greatest wish, okay?"

Rong Luchi hugged Song Wanwan tightly in his arms, his throat choked with sobs. He suppressed the sobs with all his strength and responded with a difficult sound: "Hmm..."

He was used to being aloof, but suddenly he became warm and affectionate. Song Wanwan felt that the most likely possibility was that he had a split personality.

Otherwise it will be cold and hot at the same time.

Maybe he was also scared by such a car accident.

After Song Wanwan figured it out, she immediately hugged him back tightly.