Li Juefeng stared deeply at her eyebrows, and said in a frivolous and casual tone, "I asked him to come back to China with me, but he didn't want to, so I asked a few bodyguards to chat with him all day long."
"..." Gu Xiaoai repeated his words with obvious disbelief, "We chatted all day? Did you hit him with the injury on his face?!"
She thought it was his father's masterpiece...
"Well, he was probably frightened by the old man, so he quickly begged for mercy and agreed."
"But you are injured now, so we can't return home so soon." Should he beat up Dr. Joel so soon...
No, you can't beat someone up whether you're fast or not.
As she stayed with Li Juefeng for a long time, her thoughts became more and more... beastly.
"We will stay for half a month at most, and then we will return to China."
He didn't want to stay in this hellish place in Europe for a moment longer.
In Europe, the old man can cast his net as wide as he wants, and he cannot escape the old man's control.
"..."
Stay for up to half a month?
Did he think that the broken ribs were an injury on the same level as her sprained foot? It would take half a month to heal?
The mother and the nurse did not push them back to the ward, but directly pushed them out of the hospital building.
There is a beautiful garden behind the hospital building. The patients are sitting in twos and threes chatting, and there is also an old foreigner standing in the center playing the saxophone, his fat body swaying...
Copenhagen is a city where even the hospital is full of romantic atmosphere...
"Can you play the saxophone?" Gu Xiaoai suddenly asked.
"No." Li Juefeng snorted coldly from his nose, "What's the point of playing around with a broken instrument?"
"But I think men who can play the saxophone are very romantic..."
Gu Xiaoai looked at the old man playing the saxophone enthusiastically and said unconsciously...
"Romantic?!" Li Juefeng glared at the obese old man who was twitching with disdain, "Gu Xiaoai, has your taste been so low?"
"..."
Why does it have anything to do with her taste...
Gu Xiaoai simply ignored him and continued to watch the old man playing the saxophone. More and more patients were attracted, and some applauded.
Look, it’s not just her who has bad taste, there are many people who have the same taste as her...
After the song ended, Gu Xiaoai clapped along, and the old man happily danced on the spot, making a group of people laugh.
"You like the saxophone very much?" Li Juefeng asked suddenly.