Chapter 87: It's still like this

"Dad, our bodyguards can handle the provocations of those clowns. I don't believe Duan Peng dares to have a conflict with our Luo family head-on? Besides, even if the existing staff is not enough to deal with it, we can still be there..." Before Luo Bingwen finished speaking, Zhao Jianhui shouted suddenly: "No, everyone, go quickly..."

As he spoke, he held Dongfang Wenjing with one hand, pulled Zhou Wanyi, who was sitting on the other side of him with the other hand, and ran to the door like lightning. While running out, he was still shouting: "Luo, protect my sister. Xiaoma, carry Mr. Luo out, there is a bomb in the room..."

In the room, there was a chaos in chaos because of his violent reaction. Da Liu and Zhao Xiaoting sat in the innermost position, more than 20 meters from the seat to the door. Da Liu didn't even think about it, and stood up and picked up the seated chair and smashed it to the window behind him, and shouted, "Jump out quickly."

Zhao Xiaoting turned around and protected Luo Rongguang. Ma Hongchen rushed to the door with Luo Rongguang on his back. Luo Bingwen was stunned in panic, his legs trembled continuously, and he wanted to move but couldn't lift his feet.

Da Liu rushed to him, grabbed his shoulder with both hands and threw him out of the window he had just smashed. Da Liu jumped out immediately, with a loud bang, and the air waves behind him rolled. The dining room where several people just now had already become as bright as the sea.

Ma Hongchen intuitively got hit by a soft body behind him, and flew out with Luo Rongguang on his back.

Zhao Jianhui, who was the first to run out of the room, left Dongfang Wenjing and Zhou Wanyi, turned over and rushed back. "Ah... Xiaoting..." Seeing the last figure that came out of the door, Dongfang Wenjing couldn't help but screamed in surprise.

Zhou Wanyi blushed with her eyes, and said in a very low voice: "You are still conscience." Is it that Zhao Jianhui has conscience towards Zhao Xiaoting, or is it that he was grateful to him who pulled herself out as soon as possible? Only Zhou Wanyi knew in her heart.

"Xiaoting? Xiaoting, are you okay? Wake up?" The door panel of the restaurant pressed on Zhao Xiaoting's legs, and a bright red spot could be seen on Zhao Xiaoting's back.

"Zhao...hehe...sir, don't shout, please send him to the hospital as soon as possible..." Luo Rongguang pressed on Ma Hongchen and it took him a long time to get up from the ground. Seeing Zhao Jianhui lifting the door panel and picking Zhao Xiaoting up from the ground, he shouted anxiously, and asked him to send Zhao Xiaoting to the hospital.

The bodyguard leader of the Luo family was standing outside the door, but this explosion did not affect him at all. Seeing his master trembling as if he was unable to stand firm, he quickly came over to support him. But Luo Rongguang coughed so hard that he spitted on his face: "Bastard, didn't he say that he had thoroughly checked it? Why did this happen?"

The bodyguard leader stood in front of Luo Rongguang in awe, not knowing whether he should apply the thick phlegm on his face or keep it.

"What are you still standing? Why don't you drive over?" When Luo Rongguang raised his hand angrily, he remembered what he should do and ran forward like a flying one.

Luo Rongguang looked at his back and hummed twice, but his body fell softly to the ground, his face turning black and purple and bruised.

At the entrance of the surgical operating room of Puhui Hospital, the lights in the two adjacent operating rooms were all red. In the operating room No. 6 is Zhao Xiaoting, and in the operating room No. 8 is Luo Bingwen. When he was thrown out of the window by Liu, he was scratched by something. His pants were torn between his legs, and blood was blurred.

In the corridor, Zhao Jianhui kept experiencing with a gloomy face, and Zhou Wanyi and Dongfang Wenjing stood against the wall and tried to leave enough space for him to move.

At this time, no one had the heart to speak. He looked at the red light on above the operating room door from time to time, and felt extremely nervous.

Luo Rongguang was also sent to the internal medicine custody ward, and he was accompanied by the two sisters Luo Binghui and Luo Yingying and Luo Jingjing who arrived later.

In this weather, the three of them were wearing black suits, white shirts and elegant ties. They looked solemn and solemn. With their serious faces, they made people feel that the three of them were not here to take care of the patients, but they were clearly attending a funeral.

If Luo Rongguang wakes up and sees his children's outfit, I wonder if he will be so angry that he faints again?

The red light in the operating room No. 8 was first turned off, and the doctor wearing a white coat and a mask walked out from inside. He looked at Dongfang Wenjing with a strange expression: "Miss Dongfang, Master Luo's life has finally been saved, but..." As he said, he had already walked to Dongfang Wenjing, lowered his voice and said a few words, and then walked over while taking off his mask.

Dongfang Wenjing looked at Ward No. 8 and looked dazed, with an expression that seemed joyful and sad, which was simply indescribable.

A big hole was torn apart by a broken door panel on Zhao Xiaoting's back, and nothing else was injured. With the careful treatment of the doctor, she could get out of bed and walk around in just two days.

In the ward not far away, Luo Bingwen roared like he wanted to fight almost every day. The main person who took care of him was his younger brother Luo Binghui. Dongfang Wenjing also occasionally went in to check it out, but after seeing Dongfang Wenjing, Luo Bingwen's temper would become even more irritable. If he hadn't been lying on the hospital bed now and could not move, he would probably have used his fists and feet to drive Dongfang Wenjing out.

Luo Rongguang's body collapsed in just two days. I don't know if it was smoked by poison or mentally stimulated. His face was haggard and his eyes were deep. He didn't even have the strength to turn over. He could only lie on the bed every day, but his mind was clear. Sometimes when he wanted to speak, he could still clearly express his meaning.

The more at this time, his children who were hard to see people on weekdays became more and more diligent. Zhao Jianhui couldn't name these people. Seeing the solemn and solemn clothes they were wearing, he couldn't help but shake his head and sneer. What's the use of even more children?

In the hearts of these children, I am afraid that they have already treated Luo Rongguang as a dead person, and I don’t know that many funerals have been held for him.

Now he is willing to go to the hospital to see him. He probably doesn't have the old man lying on the hospital bed. In their eyes, they only focus on the real estate money under his name.

Since Zhao Xiaoting was able to walk around, she would run to him every day to sit for a while. When the little girl was sad about the passing of her life, she even spoke up for the old man who had been caring for more than half a year.

The children who came to see the flowers in their hands and left were always expressionless, because when they came, Luo Rongguang mostly kept his eyes closed and did not say a word to his children. Those who didn't know thought that the other party was a stranger, and were not as good as the doctor who was jailed. Sometimes they could chat with Luo Rongguang for a few words.

As long as Zhao Xiaoting was in the ward, Luo Binghui would hand over his brother to his sister Luo Jingjing to stand up. He sat by the old man's bed, lowered his head and listened to the old man talking to Zhao Xiaoting in a mess, but the expression on his face was quite painful.

While Luo Binghui was not in front of him, Zhao Xiaoting said to the old man: "If you have so many children, this is the only one son who really cares about you."

Hearing Zhao Xiaoting's words, Luo Rongguang grinned, but said nothing, and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, a bright spirit burst out from his two turbid eyes.

"Girl, don't blame the old man for doing the things he did to you before." Listening to his weak words, Zhao Xiaoting couldn't help but nod.

Is it really a good thing for a person to die?

Luo Rongguang looked at Zhao Xiaoting with his eyes: "I can see that Luo Binghui likes you. If, I said, if... as long as you marry Luo Binghui, I will distribute half of all my property to you two. Will you...will you agree?"

Zhao Xiaoting stared at him, stared at the old man who was almost unable to speak, and shook his head solemnly: "Even if I give me all your money, I won't marry him, so don't worry about it."

"Why?" Old Man Luo stared at the quiet girl in front of him with incredible eyes. He really didn't know what her little head was thinking. She obviously needed money, otherwise she wouldn't have been angry for so long because of her monthly salary of 20,000 yuan per month. However, she used money to seduce this girl many times, but she had never touched her heart.

Old Man Luo smiled, and to her, he could only be attributed to an alien.

"Then... I'll give you all my money. Will you agree to my request?" Luo Rongguang asked weakly. Zhao Xiaoting still shook her head firmly.

"Call me to help me invite lawyer Fu Di. It's time for me to make a will." Fu Di, Aisin Gioro. Fu Di is the legal counsel of Rongguang Group and the lawyer of Fu Di Law Firm. This beautiful young woman in her thirties looks like a 25 or 26 years old. Zhao Xiaoting has seen him several times.

So Zhao Xiaoting picked up the phone and called lawyer Fu Di.

After putting down the phone, Luo Rongguang seemed to be inspiration again. "Daughter, do you want to hear a story? I want to tell you a funny story. I guarantee you have never heard of it."

"I don't want to listen." Zhao Xiaoting glared at Luo Rongguang: "The doctor told you to have a good rest."

"Ahem... what's the use of resting well? Is there any difference between today's death and tomorrow's death?" Luo Rongguang gasped, closed his eyes, opened his eyes and said slowly: "Forty years ago, a man had a car accident. Because of this car accident, he lost the right to be a father. However, he himself didn't know at that time..."

Zhao Xiaoting frowned: "Don't you want what you said? Why are you still talking?"

"Daughter, if I don't say it, I may never be able to tell you. Can't you listen to me well once?" Although Luo Rongguang's voice was weak, he was very moved. This time, Zhao Xiaoting heard the change in his name. It seemed that the old man had always called him a girl, why has he changed to a daughter now?

"That man was originally a taxi driver. After this car accident, he was almost scared and he didn't dare to drive a taxi anymore. But after all, he still had to live, so he opened a construction supplies rental company. At the beginning, he rented some pole and boards for those small construction teams. Later, this man also set up a construction team and followed them to do some small projects. Gradually, from a small project to a large project, this man became more and more famous in the construction industry."

"This person is very hard-working and never cut corners when doing projects. This person has a very good opportunity. In more than ten years, he caught up with the establishment of the first stock exchange in Shanghai, and he caught up with the development of Pudong... He built a bridge and built high-rise buildings, sold securities and played stocks. This person completed the accumulation of his first pot of gold, and since then he became uncontrollable. His company has quickly become one of the few giants in Shanghai since he was a child."
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