Chapter 398

Although Fu Zhiran was wronged by LAN Jingyan's doubts, she felt guilty and had nothing to say.

But she's still proud, so how could she tolerate it, jabeshan.

She glanced at jabeshan and hummed coldly: "Miss Jia, it's time to play enough. If you don't expose the former and the latter, it's me who didn't pay attention to you. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of you."

Before her voice fell, she was interrupted by LAN Jingyan, "Fu Zhiran, revenge is what I taught you, but I didn't expect that you would use my father's body, don't you hate him against us together, don't you let me choose, I now very clearly tell you, I can not you."

Fu Zhiran's heart seems to be pulled by a sharp claw. She almost suffocated in pain.

She gasped and trembled.

Don't you let me choose? I can tell you clearly now that I don't want you

"Jingyan, you can't do this to Xiaoran!"

Liang Yu can't stand any longer. He comes forward to blame LAN Jingyan, and then goes to comfort Fu Zhiran, "Xiao ran..."

He opened his mouth, waiting for his words of comfort, Fu Zhiran raised his hand and waved to him, indicating that he would not say anything.

She did not dare to open her mouth. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would not be able to control her emotions. She would cry wrongly and lose her pride.

Liang Yu has always been very respectful, never reluctant, he pursed his mouth, will be ready to say back.

Fu Zhiran held her breath and turned to leave. Jia Beishan suddenly stretched out her hand and held her, "don't be sad. Jing Yan is angry. You should calm him down first. The most urgent thing is to find a way to get Uncle LAN out."

"Go away."

Fu Zhiran finally couldn't control it. She turned around and pushed Jia Beishan hard. This time, she admitted that only half of her disgust was from the former to the latter, and the other half was because she wanted to vent her emotions.

She made a great effort, and jabeshan faltered backward. Finally, she failed to stand firm and fell on LAN Jingyan's bed.

Head hit the shelf at the end of the bed, "Dong" sound, the pain she did not ease for a long time.

Fu Zhiran doesn't regret at all. She looks at her coldly.

"Fu Zhiran, you have enough."

LAN Jingyan's roar almost shattered Fu Zhiran's heart.

Her eyes are empty and desperate to look at him, voice is also cold, "you keep saying that you exist only to protect me, but you repeatedly come forward to save her why?"

"Don't forget that she once blocked a shot for you," Lan said

Smelling speech, Jia Beishan, who has just eased the pain, flashed a touch of disappointment in her eyes.

Fu Zhiran is not half touched, "I don't need you to return."

Then she flashed her eyes acutely and reached for the fruit knife on the bedside table.

"Xiaoran."

LAN Jingyan sat up from the bed, and Liang Yu almost shot with him at the same time.

But it's still a step late. Fu Zhiran stabs the sharp blade into the edge of her heart. Without hesitation, she immediately picks the blade out again. A stream of blood comes out and dyes her clothes red.

Her hand held the handle tightly, her whole body was trembling, as if she might fall down at any time, but her back was stubborn and straight, and blood gradually seeped out of her clothes.

"What are you doing now?" Lan Jing Yan is in a hurry and drinks angrily at the doctor who has just treated his wound.

He's going to get out of bed, too.

Fu Zhiran stepped back and refused the doctor.