He was distressed, but more angry.

Although she didn't know what was going on, the injuries on her body and her state at the moment confessed that something must have happened.

He wanted to ask that bastard Leng Zimo, how could he let his own woman be like this?

"Don't!" Hearing him mention Leng Zimo's name, Luo Xiaoqian just hurriedly stretched out her hand and grabbed his arm, "Don't call him, please!" ”

Leng Zimo said that it was because of "that woman" that he broke up with his father, and because of this, he didn't even see his mother's zuihou.

Luo Xiaoqian knew very well that her dead mother was an important existence in his mind, and "that woman" was her mother.

She was the daughter of his "enemy", she was the woman he hated the most, and the thought of this fact made her chest so tight that she could barely breathe.

Now, she didn't want to see him, let alone him.

She was really afraid, afraid of his indifference and evasiveness to her, afraid that he would say to her zaijian.

Feeling the strength of her fingers on her arm, Jiao Yang turned around again and looked at her expression scrutinically.

"Something to do with him?"

There was anger in his tone.

"No, it's not his fault!" Luo Xiaoqian retracted her arm and said with a dumb voice, "Jiao Yang, I want to think about it and let me stay alone for a while, okay?" ”

Jiao Yang stared at her for a long time, and finally compromised again, "I'll help you to the upstairs guest room, and you can rest for a while." ”

Luo Xiaoqian nodded, he took her arm, helped her to the upstairs guest room, and went to get a set of his own sportswear to give to her, "Change out of dirty clothes and sleep well." ”

"I'm going to take a shower." Luo Xiaoqian took the clothes.

"Go straight to bed!" He stretched out his arm to stop her, "The wound on your body, it's better not to touch the water for the time being." ”

"But I'm too dirty." Luo Xiaoqian lowered her face and looked at her dirty calves.

When was it, she was still worried about getting his bed dirty.

Looking at her appearance, Jiao Yang's heart was already wrinkled.

"Luo Xiaoqian, do you think I'm a friend?" He roared uncontrollably, and when he finished yelling, he regretted it, and pulled her to the edge of the bed to lie down, he raised his hand and pulled the thin quilt over her, "Apologize, I...... I shouldn't be angry with you, you are still burning and injured, not suitable for water, lie down well, and I will bring medicine up later. ”

“xiexie。” She thanked her in a hoarse voice.

The doorbell rang, Jiao Yang turned around and ran downstairs, taking the things he told her to send from the assistant, "I can't go to the company today, if there is anything you will handle first, call me if you are in a hurry!" ”

As soon as the assistant agreed, he carried everything downstairs to the guest room.

Carefully opening the box containing breakfast, and putting the steaming porridge on the table, he looked at Luo Xiaoqian with a smile, "Hungry, come, eat." ”

Luo Xiaoqian turned her face and looked at the porridge in his hand, her eyes touched the medicine on the table and the clothes in the paper bag on the side, and she couldn't help but think of Leng Zimo.

It's all so familiar.

Remember, that time, when EM, when she had a fever, he did the same, preparing hot porridge for her, as well as medicine and clothes.

Her heart tingled again.

In the future, there will never be a time like that again, right?!

"I'm not hungry." She whispered.