Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

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Fu Ling rushed to Wen Cheng, he quickly took off his coat and put on Wen Cheng.

He doesn't know where Wen Cheng hurt, so he dare not touch Wen Cheng indiscriminately.

He knelt on the ground and looked at Wen Cheng closely.

He took her hand carefully, and whispered to comfort: "Don't be afraid, the ambulance is coming soon, you will be fine. I will never let you have an accident..."

Wen Cheng felt that she was sleepy.

She looked at Fu Ling through her blurred vision.

This strange man, he took away her most precious thing.

She hates him and can't wait to see this man again.

Didn't she understand what she said just now?

Why did he follow?

Wen Cheng held up the last trace of strength and said to Ling Chi: "Go away, you go away. I don't want to see you again..."

Fu Ling was startled, he saw the hatred in Wen Cheng's eyes.

He knelt there a little at a loss, he only felt bitter in his throat, and the bitterness gradually spread.

Seeing that he was motionless, Wen Cheng didn't intend to leave at all.

She was sobbing, and there were many pleadings in her voice.

"I beg you, please leave. I... I never want to see you again... If it weren't for you... I would still love Brother Jiang. But... now I can't, I even like it. I can’t like it anymore. I can’t like Brother Jiang, how can I summon the courage to live? How can I live?"

Fu Ling listened to Wen Orange's heart-piercing growls in a daze.

Fu Ling, who never knows what it feels like to feel distressed, seems to have tasted the pain of being severely pulled by that heart at this moment.

Therefore, Wen Cheng has someone she likes.

Because she took away her innocence by him, she could no longer like that person.

She is also completely gone, the courage to live?

Therefore, she just chose to commit suicide and ran to the truck.

Fu Ling only felt that her whole body was extremely cold.

He almost killed Wen Orange?

A lot of guilt came up slowly, and Fu Ling looked at Wen Cheng at a loss.

"Why do you treat me this way, why do I? I hate you, I hate you..."

Wen Cheng cried, grabbed Fu Ling's hand, put it in her mouth, biting fiercely.

Fu Ling did not resist, and he let Wen Orange bit her hand.

His hand was bitten, and a lot of blood flowed out.

He didn't feel any pain, said nothing or said nothing.

After about ten minutes, an ambulance arrived.

Fu Ling followed the ambulance and protected Wen Cheng to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctors and nurses quickly sent Wen Cheng to the emergency room.

Fu Ling was standing at the door of the emergency room in embarrassment, staring blankly at the red light at the door of the emergency room.

Zhang Liang received the news and rushed to the door of the emergency room at the fastest speed.

He looked at Fu Ling, embarrassed.

In his heart, there was a shock.

He quickly looked at Fu Ling's **** palm.

"Mr. Fu, your hand..."

Fu Ling glanced faintly at his palm, he didn't care at all.

He looked up at Zhang Liang and ordered: "Immediately find the contact information of President Wen Muchu of Country S and tell them the news of Wen Cheng's accident..."

Zhang Liang responded in a low voice, daring not to delay at all, and quickly sent someone to check Wen Muchu's contact information.

Soon, Zhang Liang found the phone number of the presidential palace.

Fu Ling personally called Wen Muchu.