Leng Zimo nodded and reminded in a low voice, "This matter must be kept absolutely secret!" ”

If this incident lets the media know, those guys will stare at this matter like flies, it will definitely be a disaster for Luo Xiaoqian.

"Don't worry!" Huangfu arrogantly agreed, then took out the phone and ordered his subordinates to send clothes over.

Leng Zimo walked back to the room, Luo Xiaoqian raised her face from the bowl, looked at him, and showed an extremely pale smile.

Looking at her long-lost smiling face, his tightly held heart breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you want more?"

Luo Xiaoqian shook her head.

He took the bowl from her hand and set it aside, "We'll go home in a moment, and you can rest on the bed for a while?" ”

Luo Xiaoqian still shook her head.

Seeing the uncertainty in her eyes, Leng Zimo smiled comfortingly at her, carried her to the inner room, and put her on the bed in the ward, he stretched out his left hand and held her slightly cool palm in the palm of his hand.

"Don't worry, I'll always be there!"

Grabbing his fingers with both hands, Luo Xiaoqian shrank into the quilt and slowly closed her eyes.

Sitting down on the chair next to the bed, feeling the strength of her fingers, Leng Zimo silently tightened her palms and held her two small hands together in the palms of her hands.

Soon, a soldier brought a set of women's clothes.

Luo Xiaoqian didn't sleep well, and she was awakened by the slightest movement.

Leng Zimo carefully comforted her, and it took a long time to help her change the torn dress skirt on her body.

"Don't lose it!"

Seeing Leng Zimo walking to the bathroom with the dress skirt, Luo Xiaoqian spoke nervously.

“weishenme？”

Leng Zimo paused.

He really wanted to throw away this outfit, so naturally he didn't want her to see the clothes touch the scene and think about last night's incident.

"You sent it!"

Luo Xiaoqian hugged the quilt and whispered.

Leng Zimo looked at her little face, and then looked at the dress skirt in her hand that was full of mud and blood stains, and carefully folded the skirt into a paper bag, turned around and took the clothes sent by Huangfu Ao, and stretched out his hand to her.

"Don't!" Luo Xiaoqian tightened the quilt, "I'll do it myself!" ”

He didn't force her, he just took the clothes and put them within her reach.

"You've got a pricked foot, be careful!" With a careful reminder, he walked to the living room and helped her close the door, "I'm right outside the door!" ”

While waiting for her to get dressed by the door, Leng Zimo took out his mobile phone and made a few calls.

First, to arrange the work at hand, and second, to inform Shen Yizhou to prepare a ward for Luo Xiaoqian.

She was pricked in the foot yesterday, it rained yesterday, and now she has a fever and needs to be cared for 24 hours a day, after something like yesterday, even for him, she is somewhat repulsed, and it is obviously unwise to leave her at home to take care of her.

By the time he finished his phone call and prepared everything, Luo Xiaoqian had already changed her clothes.

"You're in!"

Hearing her voice, Leng Zimo immediately put away his mobile phone and walked in.

In the ward, Luo Xiaoqian was wearing fat camouflage makeup, and her face became more and more slender, and when Leng Zimo walked in, she was trying to put on her shoes.

"Be careful!" Leng Zimo hurriedly took two steps, rushed over, and grabbed her arm, "You sit on the bed and wait, I'll carry you down when you're ready!" ”

Noticing the gauze on his arm, Luo Xiaoqian reached out and held his arm, "I injured your arm?" ”

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