Shen Yizhou was silent on the other end of the phone.

As a doctor, of course, he knows very well that any operation has risks, and as a doctor, he can only avoid control, and no one can guarantee absolutely.

Long.

He spoke again, "I'm going to think about it and talk to my mentor about how to deal with it." ”

"Thank you, Yizhou!" Leng Zimo's tone turned gentle, "The day after tomorrow and Saturday, you and Tong Ya will both come to the farm, and I will give you a barbecue." ”

"Good!" Shen Yizhou agreed with some difficulty.

Hung up the phone, Leng Zimo immediately turned on the computer and started to work, he didn't need to complete the work today, he also read the documents carefully in the same way, for no other reason, it was nothing more than that he wanted to finish everything so that he could accompany her wholeheartedly.

In the early morning, the headache struck again.

After swallowing a pain-relieving potion, Leng Zimo sat on the chair seat with his eyes closed for a while before opening his eyes again.

Looking at the glimmer of light outside the window, he got up and walked into the bedroom, to her bedside.

Now, for him, it is a great happiness and satisfaction to be able to watch her wake up every morning.

Luo Xiaoqian woke up from her sleep, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Leng Zimo's smiling face.

"Good morning, wife!" Bent down and gave her a good morning kiss, Leng Zimo smiled and straightened out her messy hair, "What do you want to eat, Chinese breakfast or Western breakfast, you go and make it for you." ”

Luo Xiaoqian held his palm and paid attention to the shirt on his body, "You haven't slept all night?!" ”

"Why, I just woke up early, so I just changed my shirt in advance." Leng Zimo winked at her ambiguously, "You also know that men are always more sober in the morning!" ”

Afraid that she would see something wrong, Leng Zimo rubbed her head and stood up, "Okay, let's eat chicken soup wontons today, and then add a vegetable and fruit platter." ”

Luo Xiaoqian looked at his back and noticed the folds of the shirt on his back, and she immediately frowned.

Leng Zimo has always been a little clean, the shirt is at most worn for a day and must be updated, she remembers very clearly, he seemed to be wearing this shirt last night, although he has many shirts of the same color, but the back is wrinkled and still wears, this is impossible.

The only explanation is that he didn't sleep all night yesterday.

This is, for what?!

Sitting up with the quilt in her arms, Luo Xiaoqian remembered what happened last night, and her heart became more and more suspicious.

Something must have happened, it must be!

Picking up the quilt, taking a thin coat and draping it on her body, Luo Xiaoqian got up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Leng Zimo was familiarly preparing breakfast for her, noticing her, he smiled at her sideways, and then continued to make breakfast.

In the meantime, he looked at her several times, and when he saw her standing by the kitchen, his gaze stared a few times, and then he smiled and withdrew it and continued to make wontons.

It's not like Leng Zimo.

He had always been very attentive when he was doing something, and every time he looked at her, that look, that look...... It's like I'm afraid I'll never see her again.

Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of sadness, and the look was ...... made her heart hurt inexplicably.

"Let's wait in the restaurant, it smells of fumes." Leng Zimo whispered to her.