Zuo Chen's drink completely awakened. All the previous things have been written off, now he must go to Ding Luoluo's side.
Among the guests who were knocked down at the table was a man with a big belly. He was red with a shiny face and stretched out his feet to pick up the unconscious Ding Luoluo. "Hey, you, you his mother, pretend to be dead? Get up and drink to the master." Jiang Xiao was furious and shouted: "You are still not a human being?" As for Zuo Chen, he did not believe in the nonsense idea of "a gentleman should talk but not do anything". He kicked the man in the stomach and gave the same howl as the pig to be slaughtered. Next, Zuo Chen bent over and hugged Ding Luoluo, saying to Jiang Xiao, "Liang Youqi's girlfriend, I'll take her to the hospital first." As he spoke, he shot out of the bar like an arrow leaving the string.
Now, Jiang Xiao turned into a wooden figure: did he recognize me, Zuo Chen?
The one who regained Jiang Xiao's consciousness was the chubby pig with a big head and ears. He covered his stomach and hunched over his back, moving towards Jiang Xiao with a fierce expression. Jiang Xiao smiled awkwardly, but then glanced behind the fat guy and saw several crooked little brothers standing there. Jiang Xiao's hair stood up all over her body and she spoke up, "No, it's none of my business. I'm just passing by
At this moment, Katie stood up straight and shouted, 'Hey, aren't you coming back yet?' Jiang Xiao cleverly ran over with a whoosh. Katie held Jiang Xiao's hand and leaned her lips over her ear, saying, 'I can't see clearly with my eyes, so take me out.' Jiang Xiao was confused again, but she had no choice but to reluctantly pull Katie towards the exit of the bar. Katie took out a finger thick banknote from her handbag and threw it on the ground as she passed by the fallen table. Pig boss has never seen the world before, so he was sent away like this.
Ding Luoluo, who was placed in the passenger seat, had no blood on his face. Zuo Chen in the driver's seat shouted at lightning speed, "Luoluo, Luoluo? Wake up." Ding Luoluo let Zuo Chen be like an ant on a hot pot, but still looked indifferent, as if he had passed away.
Over there, Katie and Jiang Xiaohu escaped from danger. The two of them ran away arm in arm, gasping for breath. As for the Sumu in the bar, when he saw that something was wrong, he hugged his head and stabbed out the back door, disappearing in a flash.
Ding Luoluo was lying in the hospital ward, and the only color on the bed was her long black hair. Her face and lips were almost submerged in a flawless expanse of white. She had needles and tubes inserted into her thin arms, and the fluid that helped her survive was slowly being injected into her body. Zuo Chen sat by the bed, furrowing his brow and his gaze fixed anxiously on Ding Luoluo's face.
Jiang Xiaotuo Katie called Zuo Chen, and the two of them were on their way to the hospital.
Katie extended her hand first and said, "My name is Katie, a fashion designer and a friend of Zuo Chen." Jiang Xiao held Katie's hand and said, "Jiang Xiao, Ding Luoluo's friend." Jiang Xiao knew that Katie, Zuo Chen's friend, was actually one of Zuo Chen's women, but she didn't know how to design clothing because this woman couldn't see clearly. As she thought about it, she couldn't help but ask, "You? Fashion designer?" Katie smiled casually and said, "Hmm. Strange? Actually, my eyes can't see clearly only when the light is dim." Jiang Xiao nodded and said, "Oh, night blindness." However, Katie shook her head and said, "Retinal degeneration. Night blindness is just a symptom. The doctor said I will soon lose my sight
Jiang Xiao's heart can hardly bear it anymore. One night, Zuo Chen scared her, Ding Luoluo scared her too, and now, another woman has appeared, talking about her impending blindness like discussing the weather.
Katie also finds it strange. She has always kept her illness a secret, and Zuo Chen is the only one who knows about it. Now, she is talking to an almost unfamiliar woman. However, this confession made her feel extremely comfortable, like a basket of broken stones that she had been carrying all along, suddenly bursting and scattering most of it.