After rebirth, the substitute just wants to sit and eat

"pain……"

The pain from the leg made Fu Ran breathless. The first moment was the burning pain of a sharp knife piercing his chest and being burned by the fire, and the next moment it turned into a thick needle piercing the bone.

Fu Ran was like a fish deprived of oxygen, gasping for air with his mouth wide open, trying to relieve his body's intolerance.

"Luoluo, it will be fine in a while. The doctor has put on a plaster cast, so it won't hurt later."

The people around him noticed Fu Ran's discomfort, and a voice of relief sounded, and the soft tone was a little choked up.

The opponent's hand patted Fu Ran's back gently, which gradually calmed down Fu Ran's unbearable emotions.

After the pain subsided for a while, Fu Ran opened his eyes, saw the pure white ceiling squeezed into his eyeballs, and tilted his head, feeling that the tinnitus had finally subsided, and he could finally hear the sound.

There were continuous voices in my ear, men and women muttering something noisy, this is not the old Xie family house, nor a private hospital, and the person who comforted me softly, Fu Ran, did not know him.

I'm alive?

Although the leg with the cast was still painful, it was not as unbearable as before. Fu Ran raised his foggy eyes and looked at the woman who had been taking care of him.

The woman who had been comforting Fu Ran felt Fu Ran's gaze, her raised hand paused in the air, then silently retracted behind her back, and smiled flatteringly at Fu Ran, as if she was a little afraid of Fu Ran .

She looks a bit old, the accumulation of wrinkles at the end of her eyes and the corners of her mouth conceals the delicacy of her facial features, her yellowish skin makes one look old, and she is wearing a tan shirt, which is very old, but it is extremely clean.

"Luoluo woke up!"

Seeing Fu Ran waking up, the woman was a little happy, but also a little flustered, and quickly asked, "Does Luoluo want to drink water? Are you hungry? I brought you porridge. You said you only drank fish porridge. I bought some porridge from the river." Fresh fish, boiled for several hours, will you try it later?"

The other party chattered endlessly, and the concern in his tone was about to overflow.

Fu Ran opened his mouth and squeezed out a voice from his dry throat: "I want to drink water."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ran was stunned by his childish voice.

His voice had long been hoarse and deep due to childhood poisoning, and this voice was definitely not something he could make.

"Okay, water."

Hearing Fu Ran's request, the woman quickly turned around and poured a glass of water on the table next to her, picked up the handkerchief next to it, wiped it quickly, and then handed the glass to Fu Ran.

The transparent glass was a bit thick, Fu Ran held the glass with his fingers, and took two small sips.

Warm water entered his throat, warming Fu Ran's cold hands and body. After taking two sips, Fu Ran returned the cup to the woman, turned his head slightly, and his eyes stopped on the TV in the ward.

The TV hanging on the wall is broadcasting the noon news. In the screen, the female anchor is sitting upright: "Yesterday, the Fujia Manor in Dongcheng, our province was hit by a fire. The fire came suddenly. At present, 27 people have died, 11 have been seriously injured, and 107 people have been slightly injured. All injured patients are being rescued at Dongcheng Cross Hospital."

"The cause of the fire is still under investigation. Dongcheng Fu's company's stocks were in turmoil due to the accident. The main management personnel of Fu's company suffered heavy casualties. According to our reporter, Fu Ran, the chairman of Fu's chairman, was unfortunately killed in the fire. His body It was charred and sent to be cremated by Mr. Tang, the designated successor of Chairman Fu, and Mr. Tang Yuding is the sole manager of Fu's related enterprises. For more detailed reports, please pay attention to the Provincial Daily."

Listening to the TV station's report, Fu Ran lowered his head to look at his smooth palm, which had no calluses or scars, and there was still a plaster cast on one leg. It was obvious that this was not his original body.

Although it sounds unbelievable, Fu Ran quickly accepted this reality.

That bastard Tang Yuding took so much pains to kill him, he certainly didn't expect that he would be reborn from the corpse.

"Hey, the chairman of the Fu family was very good before, but I didn't expect to leave like this."

It was a young man who made the sound, and the other party was sitting on a low stool, probably accompanying the bed.

The middle-aged woman sitting on the hospital bed next to Fu Ran who was eating sunflower seeds heard the young man's emotion, snorted and said, "This rich man is in a mess. I heard it wasn't a fire at all, he was killed."

"Killed? How is that possible? The police are all gone!" Another woman continued talking like a joke, with the sound of crackling melon seeds.

The middle-aged woman spread her hands, showing an expression of disdain for the other party's ignorance: "Why is it impossible, kill the person first, and then set the fire, anyway, if the person is burned, what else can be found out?"

The woman who had just finished feeding Fu Ran heard the discussion behind her, she quickly blocked Fu Ran and the group of people with her body, looked at Fu Ran's face in a panic, and asked cautiously: "Do you want to listen to some music, Luoluo?"

Fu Ran looked up at the other party and tilted his head.

Hearing the other party call him 'Luo Luo' all the time, and his attitude towards him was both concerned and afraid. Fu Ran had long been suspicious of the current situation, and was about to ask side-by-side questions when he heard the voice next to him stop suddenly. .

The man standing at the door was obviously out of place in this ward, because of his appearance, the few people in the ward who were chatting together shut up.

The man was wearing a well-pressed suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His brows and eyes were long and narrow, and there was a flash of light. One could tell that this man was deeply scheming.

Fu Ran recognized the other party.

Shu Lai, the personal secretary of Xie Yunzhou, the head of the Xie family in Xicheng, was highly praised by Fu Ran as the best dog leg.

Although Fu Ran didn't like anything about Xie Yunzhou, he had to admit that Xie Yunzhou's bastard was indeed more caring and capable than a lot of people under him.

A long time ago, before Fu Ran and Xie Yunzhou broke up, Fu Ran used to beg for someone from the other party. Afterwards, Fu Ran shamelessly wanted to spend a lot of money to lure him to Dongcheng, but still It didn't work out.

At this moment, the man Fu Ran couldn't get/Xie Yunzhou's personal secretary actually appeared in this big ward.

Fu Ran turned her head, glanced at the middle-aged woman sitting next to her, then at the young man, and finally set her eyes on the young girl.

Could it be that this girl is having an affair with Shu Lai?

Before Fu Ran's divergent thoughts had time to drift away, he saw Shu Lai striding long legs past the first hospital bed, the second hospital bed, and finally stopped, standing in front of Fu Ran's hospital bed, looking at Fu Ran who had been taking care of Fu Ran. woman.

A decent smile appeared on Shu Lai's face, and he said softly: "Aunt Juan, sir, he asked me to arrange a private room for Young Master Fu, it's upstairs, and I'll take you up there."

Wait... who arranged for whom?

Fu Ran was stunned for a moment, feeling that the calm mask on his face was a little unsteady.

From Shu Lai's short words, Fu Ran learned two pieces of information, one is that both this body and himself are surnamed Fu, and the other is that the original owner of this body seems to have an affair with Shu Lai's master Xie Yunzhou.

"But... Luoluo is still sick, his leg has just been put in a plaster cast, and..." Aunt Juan said hesitantly, she was a little afraid of Shu Lai's gaze, and lowered her head.

"Aunt Juan is thinking too much. Sir, he doesn't live in West City now. Besides, sir, his temper is obvious to all. How could he hurt Young Master Fu?"

Shu Lai's tone was gentle, but there was no negotiating attitude, "Aunt Juan, you also know what happened back then. Young Master Fu did it voluntarily. Mister has never forced anyone to do anything."

Listening to Shu Lai's words, Aunt Juan turned pale for a while, nodded in a daze, and dared not speak again.

Seeing that Aunt Juan didn't speak, Shu Lai waved behind her, and the bodyguard standing outside the door came in immediately.

Kong Wuli, the three bodyguards, who were both tall, went straight to Fu Ran's hospital bed, and completed the task without speaking. Two of them pushed the hospital bed, and one carried things, and they took Fu Ran upstairs to transfer.

The two bodyguards pushing the bed were not gentle, and their steps were fast. Aunt Juan next to her had to trot to catch up. Fu Ran looked at Aunt Juan's movements, frowned, looked at the person next to her, and said: " Can you slow down?"