Usually someone will remind Luo Xiaoyi when he comes over.
But something serious happened today. Everyone was only focusing on their own patients and experiments, so they didn't notice Luo Xiaoyi's arrival.
It happened that she heard something she shouldn't have heard.
Dr. Zheng's heart was beating wildly, and his brain was running rapidly, thinking about how to get over it.
"Miss Luo, when did you arrive? What we just talked about was just a worst-case scenario, but the current situation is far from that."
"You must not misunderstand."
Luo Xiaoyi is not blind. She is a screenwriter and often watches actors acting. She knows who is telling the truth.
Dr. Zheng is now clearly looking for excuses.
"Step aside."
The only thing she believed in was data.
Dr. Zheng refused, and when he touched Luo Xiaoyi's eyes, he felt his heart go cold.
"How about I watch it now, or I inform Leng Muchiao to come over and watch it together."
Luo Xiaoyi will not give in.
When Dr. Zheng saw this, he really had no choice.
He could only get out of the way.
Luo Xiaoyi looked at the data in front of him. These were all Zhong Mao's physical examination reports in recent years.
It turns out that Zhong Mao’s brain stem has long since failed.
There was no way he would wake up.
Luo Xiaoyi felt as if someone had stabbed him hard, it felt so uncomfortable.
She couldn't believe that such a good person would end up like this.
At this time, the office phone rang.
When Dr. Zheng saw the familiar phone number, his heart skipped a beat.
For some reason, my eyelids were twitching wildly, and I had a bad feeling.
Luo Xiaoyi took one step ahead of Dr. Zheng and clicked the speaker button.
She glanced at him, forcing Dr. Zheng to speak.
"Hello."
"Why is the phone never answered?"
"Did your people call Luo Xiaoyi?"
"No matter what happens to Zhong Mao, don't let Luo Xiaoyi know about his living death."
Leng Muxiao's voice was urgent, and the sound of rain could be heard faintly.
Dr. Zheng's face was ashen. He pressed his aching temple and reluctantly responded.
After hanging up the phone, he slowly looked at Luo Xiaoyi.
Luo Xiaoyi's expression was unclear, and the atmosphere around him was as cold as freezing point.
He knew he was dead this time.
The research institute was very quiet, and the previous panic was completely invisible at this time.
Leng Muchiao quickly came to Zhong Mao's ward, opened the door, and Dr. Zheng was inside.
"What's Zhong Mao's situation like? Who called Luo Xiaoyi? Where is she?"
Zhong Mao couldn't see anything wrong in the hospital bed, and Leng Muxiao was even more worried about Luo Xiaoyi.
Although it was confirmed that Luo Xiaoyi had arrived at the institute.
"I remember I said if anything happens to Zhong Mao, let me know first."
Leng Muchiao questioned him for a round, and found that Dr. Zheng's face was not very good.
Following Doctor Zheng's gaze, Luo Xiaoyi was leaning behind the door.
"Suddenly I remembered that a patient wanted to see me, so I went over to check on him first."
"I have already informed Miss Luo about Zhong Mao's condition."
Dr. Zheng reminded me.
Leng Muchiao understood immediately that after Dr. Zheng left, they were the only two people left in the ward except Zhong Mao.
Leng Muchiao didn't panic at all, as if nothing had happened.
"Give me the phone number you just gave me, and I'll have someone investigate."
After a round of inquiries, no one called Luo Xiaoyi.
There's definitely something wrong with that number.
Luo Xiaoyi didn't expect that Leng Muchiao would be so shameless. She could see through all the bad things he did, but he could still pretend that nothing happened.
"Give it to you? Do you think I can still trust you?"
"Leng Muxiao, you don't tell the truth."
"I can't get along with someone like you. I will explain to my father about the remarriage. Just pretend you haven't heard of it."
How can such a person exist?
He knew how worried he was about Zhong Mao, but he still didn't tell her about Zhong Mao's condition.
Instead, he used this to threaten himself and asked her to be his lover.
Even now, there is no explanation.
Luo Xiaoyi felt sick when he saw him.
"Just because of this living dead, why don't you remarry?"
That's right, he didn't let Luo Xiaoyi know Zhong Mao's situation, partly because he didn't want Luo Xiaoyi to give all his attention to Zhong Mao.
More importantly, he was afraid that it would affect Luo Xiaoyi's mood.
Luo Xiaoyi is pregnant now, and the doctor has said that she can no longer receive any stimulation.
Now Luo Xiaoyi is actually willing to go against Luo Jun's wishes and not remarry for Zhong Mao?
Leng Muxiao knew very well how much she valued Luojun.
Leng Muchiao suppressed his anger, and his tone was not good.
The words "living dead" hurt Luo Xiaoyi even more, thinking that he had deceived her for so long for his own selfish desires, and even allowed her to be his lover to undermine her dignity.
The body reacts faster than the brain.
With a snap, a slap hit Leng Muxiao's face.
Luo Xiaoyi's face was cold and he scolded sternly, "Don't say those words."
Pain shot through his cheek, and Leng Muxiao pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek.
This was the third time Luo Xiaoyi slapped him.
It was all for the sake of defeat, and he endured it all.
But this time, it was for another man.
The anger in his chest burned fiercely, and his deep eyes glowed scarlet.
He grabbed Luo Xiaoyi's hand and forced him against the wall.
With a bang, Luo Xiaoyi's back hit the wall, causing bursts of pain. Before he could curse, his jaw was pinched, and a passionate kiss fell.
Her lips felt like they had been ravaged by a storm, and they were bitten painfully.
Leng Muxiao was very cruel, even if she gritted her teeth, he could pry open the city and plunder her.
The inner walls of the mouth are all invaded.
It was so painful, my chest felt so tight from the lack of breathing.
The base of her tongue was numb, and she didn't even have the strength to refuse.
His eyes were red and tears were rolling around him.
Physiological tears finally fell down.
Luo Xiaoyi was like a broken doll, being held by him.
I don't know how long she was kissed, but Leng Muchiao finally let go of her.
"If he's not the living dead, then get up and stop me."
"He can't even open his eyes. What else are you thinking about? Are you too stupid to put your hope in him?"
Luo Xiaoyi was furious and waved his hand to hit him.
But the hand he waved out was held down by him, pressed on top of his head.
"You want to hit me because of him again? He doesn't deserve it."
Leng Muchiao's tone was full of ridicule and contempt.
"You have no right to criticize him. Since you look down on him, don't take advantage of him if you can. Without him, I wouldn't look at you twice."
"A person with interests like you has no right to judge him."
When Zhong Mao was mentioned again, her eyes were filled with fire.
Jealousy burned Leng Muchiao's reason.
The emotions he had suppressed completely exploded at this moment, and he was out of control.
He turned Luo Xiaoyi over, fixed her hands above her head, and squeezed his long legs between her legs while she was struggling.
The man's powerful body covered her body, and she was helpless.
"Leng Muxiao, what are you going to do, you bastard?" Luo Xiaoyi scolded.
He bit her earlobe and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll show you what a bastard I am."
