She turned her head slowly, and the dazzling light outside the floor-to-ceiling window seemed to be swaying with his movements.

As this powerful man said, what can be sold is worthless.

Maybe she's used to selling and selling, she sneered at herself.

"If you want to sell, be professional." The man took her hand, and his deep eyes burned with endless desire.

Her starry eyes looked at him fixedly, but he frowned slightly, leaned down and kissed her slightly red lips.

……

When Luo Xingchen woke up, his nasal cavity was filled with the pungent smell of medicinal oil.

Probably the man drugged her, she thought.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and the light was a little dim.

As soon as she moved her body, she heard a voice next to her, "Awake?" ”

Jin Zeming's voice revealed a layer of bed air that had not yet dissipated, lazy and sexy.

Only then did she realize that she had a man's arm at her waist, holding her firmly in his arms.

"Don't move," Jin Zeming reached out and touched the watch on the bedside table, looked at the time, but didn't tell her what time it was.

She was curious, and didn't want to talk to him, but she couldn't help but ask, "What time is it?" ”

After some tossing, she felt a little hungry.

"Does the foot hurt?" He did not answer her words and opened the curtain with the remote control.

The heavy fuchsia velvet curtains slowly opened, letting in the light from outside the room, inch by inch.

Suddenly, the brightness of the room.

Luo Xingchen couldn't move, but he could also see the clear sky outside through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

It seems that it should be four or five o'clock in the afternoon.

This man started tossing early in the morning, and she slept so tired that she even missed lunch.

The big hand moved away from her body, taking the scorching heat with it.

Seeing that she was silent, Jin Zeming got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.

She heard him talking on the phone outside, as if he had called room service and asked for food to be delivered.

She reached out and touched the mobile phone next to the pillow and opened WeChat, wanting to ask her mother about her brother's situation.

Suddenly, she noticed a new message on WeChat, a man named Frank, and the avatar was a Westerner.

She clearly remembered that there was no such person in her contact person.

Then all this must have been done by Jin Zeming.

With a tight heart, she quickly clicked in.

Inside was a video, she clicked to play, and when Luo Qiyue lying on the hospital bed appeared in the image, her nose was sore, and tears fell.

The younger brother in the video still didn't wake up, and then, she heard someone inside talking in English.

After a while, the camera turned, and the Western man on the avatar appeared, wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses.

At this time, someone was translating for him.

But Luo Xingchen could understand English, so he quickly understood that this Frank was a brain surgeon from the United States.

The brown-haired middle-aged lady next to him was also from the United States and was a rehabilitation training expert.

They introduced Luo Qiyue's situation in the past two days and their next treatment plan.

After a few minutes of video, Luo Xingchen watched it many times.

In the end, it was fixed on Luo Qiyue's face, and the tears fell on the screen, and she wiped them away with her fingers.

A very small choking sound began to come out of her throat, and she didn't want Jin Zeming to see her crying, especially at this time.