"Okay."

Leng Zimo sat down on the chair.

Luo Xiaoqian took out the shawl that was ready to be draped over him, and carefully pushed his hair off little by little.

Leng Zimo is an actor, although he doesn't pay much attention to appearance, but for himself, his requirements have always been very high, Luo Xiaoqian was originally worried about whether pushing off his hair would have any impact on his psychology, so he decided to do it himself.

After pushing his hair, she picked up his face and looked at it carefully.

"Well, my husband is handsome!"

This sentence is really not flattery and comfort.

Leng Zimo's facial features and face shape are almost perfect, even if he pushes off his hair, it will not affect his appearance.

Leng Zimo laughed, "Of course, otherwise how can you be your husband!" ”

In fact, at this time, he didn't care about these things for a long time.

However, it's just hair, and as long as you live, it will grow back.

"I didn't lie to you, you're so handsome, I want to take a photo with my handsome actor's husband!" Luo Xiaoqian took the mobile phone, put her face on him, and took a photo with him, "I want to keep this photo well, and when the time comes, I will let my grandson see it, his grandfather once pushed the bald ......"

Leng Zimo hugged her to his mouth and cooperated with her to take pictures, he smiled happily and bitterly.

After taking several photos, Luo Xiaoqian put away her mobile phone and put away the things on the table.

After packing up her things, Luo Xiaoqian walked over with a smile, held Leng Zimo's arm, and then learned the tone of the palace maid in the movie, "Seeing that it is getting late, Your Majesty, you still have something to do, it's time to go to bed now, and the slave maid will help you to bed!" ”

Tomorrow's surgery is too important, she knows that he will definitely be nervous, not because of nervous surgery, but because of nervous about the results of the operation, in order to let Leng Zimo relax and rest, Luo Xiaoqian has already used the whole body solution.

Leng Zimo also knew her thoughts, stood up very cooperatively, lay on the pillow, Luo Xiaoqian turned off the headlights, leaving only a small lamp at the head of the bed, and then sat beside him, holding his head with one hand, and gently massaging him with the other, while massaging, she told interesting stories about Luo Jun when she was a child.

The small hospital bed, a small dim lamp, and her gentle voice were his greatest comfort.

……

……

Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Alan pushed open the door and walked in, and walked in front of Locke, who was watching Luo Xiaoqian's video, "Sir, the matter has been clarified, Leng Zimo has a tumor in his brain." ”

"Tumors?" Locke's face was also full of surprise, "Really? ”

"I have sent someone to inquire clearly, this time, in order to operate on Leng Zimo, Shen Yizhou not only invited back his mentor Dr. Statham from the United States, but also introduced special surgical instruments for his operation, Leng Zimo is now living in the special care ward of the hospital's high-rise building, and the news is absolutely not wrong." Alan replied.

Locke's slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, "When was the surgery?" ”

"Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning." Alan Dao.

Locke stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, stared at the night outside the window, and a pair of dark green eyes gradually turned cold, "Tomorrow, send someone to the hospital, I don't want him to walk out of the operating room alive!" ”

Alan was behind him, respectfully agreeing, "Yes, sir!" ”