Luo Xiaoyi chose a room farthest away from Leng Muchiao. When he opened it, the guest room turned into an exhibition room.
"Young Madam, I just wanted to tell you that this room is not suitable for anyone to live in."
The interior is filled with various wood carvings.
Each one was the work of her favorite engraver.
It reminded her of the wooden carving she had received as a gift before.
"When did it change?"
"Young lady, you moved out soon."
"The young master treasures this exhibition room very much. He designed all the decorations inside, and he placed every furnishing himself."
Luo Xiaoyi said softly, she didn't stay, turned around and left.
Regardless of whether this exhibition room had anything to do with the original wood carvings, she would just pretend there was no connection.
She didn't want to cause trouble.
Luo Xiaoyi is very firm when it comes to matters he has decided.
Just like before, she and Leng Muchiao could no longer be together no matter what.
After all, it was a mistake to begin with.
"Young madam, don't you want to look at it again?"
Aunt Yan also knows how to look at her eyes. Mrs. Gang obviously likes her very much, but after hearing the young master personally arrange it, she is not moved even if she is not interested, but she still lacks such interest.
"I'd better choose a room first."
After a long time, Luo Xiaoyi's room was chosen. She did not intend to inform Leng Muchiao, but Aunt Yan did not dare to decide privately and insisted on asking her to confirm with Leng Muchiao.
When she came to the study room, she faintly heard Leng Muxiao's conversation.
“Shareholders lose confidence when people in power stay in hospital for too long.”
"She is back, she is just a lover."
Luo Xiaoyi had no habit of eavesdropping on people's privacy, even if it was about her.
The word "lover" is very offensive, but from the moment she agreed, she should have been mentally prepared.
I'm afraid there will be more unpleasant words in the future.
Now that I feel uncomfortable listening to it, what about the remaining six months?
Luo Xiaoyi told himself that it was worth it for Zhong Mao to wake up.
She didn't listen anymore and was about to leave when she suddenly heard the sound of banging things coming from inside, and finally the sound of falling.
Could something happen to him?
Luo Xiaoyi was shocked. He knocked on the door but no one heard him and rushed in.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Leng Muchiao lying on the ground, surrounded by broken things.
"Leng Muxiao?"
"How are you? Hospital, go to the hospital."
She's a little confused.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Afraid of my death?"
"Don't worry, I still have your half-year agreement. I won't do loss-making business."
Soon, Aunt Yan called the doctor over.
The doctor is Dr. Zheng, whom Luo Xiaoyi has met.
Dr. Zheng asked people to carefully lift Leng Muchiao to the bed. He untied Leng Muchiao's clothes and almost exposed his back. He looked at Luo Xiaoyi, wondering whether he should let her go out first to avoid being frightened later.
He had studied Leng Muchiao's condition before coming here, so he knew the extent of his injuries very well.
Luo Xiaoyi knew what the doctor wanted to say, and she said firmly: "I'll stay and help."
Dr. Zheng didn't say anything when he saw Leng Muchiao, which proved that he had no objection, and it was hard for him to say anything.
So he began to treat Leng Muchiao.
After seeing Leng Muchiao's injury, Dr. Zheng frowned, "Why is it serious again?"
"Isn't he in a wheelchair?"
wheelchair?
Yes last night, but today, after he got off the car and took her away from Qin Yanzhi, he was no longer in a wheelchair.
She almost forgot how seriously he was injured.
Looking at it now, she was deeply impressed.
The bloody back was shocking.
Luo Xiaoyi stood there, dizzy.
She bit her lip hard and forced herself to hold on.
No wonder he grabbed his waist at that time, maybe he couldn't hold it back at that time.
Dr. Zheng handled the injury very quickly. Even though the injury was serious, it was only a flesh injury and the muscles and bones did not get worse.
"The wound is inflamed. I'll give Mr. Leng some medicine and an injection later. If it doesn't go down or the fever starts again, I'll wipe it with alcohol."
"Miss Luo, can you do it?"
Doctor Zheng had already bandaged the wound, and no blood could be seen. Only then did Luo Xiaoyi recover.
"Um."
After all, Leng Muxiao was injured trying to save himself.
"Doctor Zheng, does his wound hurt?"
Pain is normal, but Leng Muchiao has never seen anything in the world, so this pain is nothing in his eyes.
However, touching the worry in Luo Xiaoyi's eyes, Dr. Zheng finally understood why Mr. Leng, who had always been fearless, groaned when he was treating the injury.
Dr. Zheng said seriously, "Yes, so take good care of it."
"If you have any questions then, call me."
Aunt Yan sent Dr. Zheng out, and only Luo Xiaoyi and Leng Muchiao were left in the room.
Leng Muxiao took an injection and took medicine, but the high fever subsided and came back quickly. Luo Xiaoyi took the alcohol and looked at him. Leng Muxiao had not yet put on his shirt, revealing his wheat-colored chest muscles and most of them were covered by bandages. mermaid line.
She shook her head, shifted her gaze, and applied cooling fluids to her neck and hands, which should do the trick.
"how?"
Seeing her delay in taking action, Leng Muchiao asked weakly.
"Are you scared?" Leng Muxiao's eyes lingered on Luo Xiaoyi, "You are my little lover."
The words "little lover" were spelled out very clearly. Normally, this would have been insulting to her.
But for some reason, when he said these three words, he felt particularly lingering. It didn't feel like an insult, but rather like a pet name with a little excitement.
"I'm going to apply alcohol on you now. Don't move around, otherwise I won't be responsible for the wound."
She didn't understand whether his look was hatred, revenge, or something else.
Anyway, she couldn't figure it out.
Luo Xiaoyi took the alcohol and carefully wiped it off Leng Muxiao.
She dipped cotton in alcohol and worked it from his Adam's apple down.
To the neck, collarbone, chest...
What Dr. Zheng said about the whole body came to mind.
Wouldn't it be necessary for that place too?
Luo Xiaoyi glanced down, and the scene of Leng Muxiao and "Mu Qing" on the bed appeared in his mind. His hand trembled slightly, and he suddenly retracted his hand, but was caught by Leng Muxiao.
Maybe it was a fever, Leng Muxiao's hands were very hot.
The heat was like fire, burning her.
At this moment, Luo Xiaoyi's cell phone rang.
It was WeChat that came in.
She quickly withdrew her hand, glanced at the content of WeChat, raised her eyes and said, "There is news from Zhong Mao. I'll call and ask first."
She no longer wanted to have any intimacy with Leng Mu Xiao, and she would think of him and "Mu Qing" every time.
"Luo Xiaoyi, I still have a fever."
Luo Xiaoyi didn't even look back, "I'll ask Dr. Zheng to come over."
She ran away.
Leng Muchiao looked at her fleeing back and threw the alcohol directly into the trash can.
He was also injured because he saved her. Why did she only see that man in her eyes?
What can he do in the institute?
Just a little bit of useless news, she threw him away.
Does he have such no status in her heart?
