But she doesn't have to worry about Aunt Zhou losing her job, Tang Yuchen should make good arrangements for her.
Aunt Zhou was gone, and Kangkang was not at home either. An Ruo felt that the house was empty, deserted, and without any warmth.
In this life, what she fears most is loneliness and abandonment.
And after all these years of going around in circles, she always tastes loneliness. She no longer expects that one day she will no longer be alone. The only thing she can do now is to learn to adapt to loneliness and learn to be strong alone.
At noon, An Ruo received a call from Mo Hua after cooking alone.[
He first asked her some questions with concern, and then hesitantly said: "An Ruo, can you come over and help me?"
"What's wrong with you?" An Ruo asked doubtfully.
Mo Hua smiled and said straightforwardly: "I'm sick and haven't eaten for a day."
"Are you sick? Is it serious?"
"well enough."
How could it possibly be okay? If it were okay, I wouldn't have gone a day without eating.
"Just wait, I'll be there right away." After hanging up the phone, An Ruo changed her clothes and rushed to his place.
She had only been to Mo Hua's house once, and she brought Kangkang as a guest.
Twenty minutes later, she arrived at his door and rang the doorbell for a long time before someone opened the door.
When the door was opened and she saw the man standing in front of her, she was stunned.
His head was wrapped with thick gauze, and his hair was red.
He was almost turned into a mummy.
We haven't seen each other for only two days, why did he become like this?!
An Ruo covered her mouth in shock and asked him in disbelief: "How did you get injured? Is it serious?"
Mo Hua grinned and said: "It's not serious, it's just some skin trauma. It will heal in a few days. Aren't you coming in?"
An Ruo quickly went in and closed the door for him.
As the man walked inside, he chuckled and said, "Originally I didn't want you to know, but I'm like this, I can't cook for myself, and I can't eat the food outside, and I don't dare to tell my family, so
I have no choice but to shamelessly trouble you."
An Ruo followed him into the living room and saw a few bites of boxed lunches and instant noodles on the table, and she knew how badly he had eaten.
She hurriedly said to him with concern: "Go and lie down and rest quickly. I will cook for you and you will have it in a while."[
Mo Hua did not go back to the room, but sat on the sofa and leaned on it carefully: "I don't want to lie down. I have been lying on the bed for the past two days and I am tired of it."
An Ruo put down her bag, sat next to him and asked him: "How did you get injured? Did you get injured on a mission? Why don't you stay in the hospital like this? You are at home alone. What if something happens?"
Her tone couldn't help but be a bit reproachful, and the man felt warm in his heart.
No one has ever cared about him with such a tone...
"I don't like hospitals. Besides, these are just skin injuries, which are not a problem." Mo Hua smiled, raised his wrapped hand, and joked to himself: "It's just not convenient for cooking."
"Is it really okay?" An Ruo still didn't believe it.
"Really, you see, I look pretty good." The man suddenly came closer to her, allowing her to see his face up close.
But he was so close that An Ruo could see the number of his eyelashes clearly. She was stunned. She didn't expect that his eyelashes were so long, and she had never noticed them before.
