"Don't cry, I just asked the doctor, your face can recover, and your throat should recover 50% to 60%." Han Wan comforted.

Rong Huang calmly raised his hand and touched his throat, without expressing his position.

If it is the original owner, he may indeed not be able to recover, but it is not a problem for her.

Sculpting the body and making bones was just a matter of handwork for her.

When the injection was finished, Han Wan left because the company still had things to deal with.

Only Rong Huang was left in the ward.

Rong Huang looked around in the ward and found the phone of the original owner.

Rong Huang found Weibo without a password.

Click to open.

A series of ticking noises rang for a while before stopping.

There are two red dazzling 99+s behind the comment and Aite, and there are also many private messages.

Rong Huang looked up and down roughly, and he was basically gloating or scolding her.

Rong Huang pursed his lower lip, directly turned off the comment function, and clicked on the hot search list.

#容凤凰揭容#

#容凤凰被下药#

Rong Huang bulged his cheeks, hissed with pain when he touched his face in the process.

Rong Huang thought about leaving the hospital in two days, and whether it was the injury on his face or his throat, he could heal earlier.

Rong Huang ignored these two hot searches, and then scrolled down.

#杜赛明#

Rong Huang raised his eyebrows, and Du Sui was the hero of this world, that is, Rong Chan's fiance.

It's not a good thing anyway.

Rong Huang clicked on this hot search, and the first one was a video.

"Mr. Du, what do you want to say about Rong Huang's claim that you are her fiance?"

"I don't know Rong Huang, she is slanderous, and I can sue her."

"Then Rong Huang will not shake the feelings between you and Rong Chan, Mr. Du?"

"No, Chanchan and I love each other, no one can separate us."

"..."

Rong Huang looked at a man in a black suit in the video. If he was in front of her now, she would definitely kill him.

do not doubt.

"What's the matter? I heard your sister said that you were hospitalized, come and see you." The door of the ward was pushed open, and a graceful and luxurious woman walked in, looking at Rong Huang with cold eyes.

Rong Huang looked back at her coldly, his voice hoarse, "Are you?"

Mother Rong frowned, her eyes unhappy, "Why? I haven't seen you for two months, so you don't know me?"

Rong Huang blinked, his soft black hair cleverly draped over his shoulders, and his skin became whiter and paler under the shining of the sunlight refracted through the window, giving a sense of fragility that would break at the touch of a touch.

If there is no such an eye-catching gauze on the face.

Mother Rong hadn't noticed that Rong Huang's throat had broken, and stared at Rong Huang's face for a long while, somewhat regretful.

Originally, seeing Rong Huang look beautiful, she was planning to marry her with Zhou's youngest son.

After all, Zhou Lesheng only likes beautiful women.

It now appears that this plan is going to fail.

Mother Rong had an expensive bag hanging on her arms, and looked at Rong Huang a little displeasedly, "How come I hurt my face? How old is he, how can he be like a child?"

Rong Huang licked his dry lips and went back directly, "You didn't raise me, how do you know what I was like when I was a kid?"

Mother Rong choked, but she didn't expect that Vinono's daughter before suddenly became so sharp and sneered, "I am your mother, how dare you talk to me like this?"