There was a clear water color in her eyes, and her gaze was full of stubborn persistence.
Those eyes were clear in black and white, huge and bright. It was impossible for him to lie to her eyes.
Leng Zimo inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again, exhaled again... His lips trembled and he was speechless.
After a long time, he spoke with difficulty.
"There is a tumor in my head. Yizhou said it may be malignant and requires surgery."
Although looking at him like that, Luo Xiaoqian had already guessed that this matter might not be simple, but when she really heard the truth, she still cried uncontrollably, hugged him tightly again, and pressed her face against his neck.
On the bed, tears were pouring down.
Leng Zimo hugged her tightly again, feeling her tears soaking his hair. His throat was so clogged that he couldn't speak, and his eyes were getting hot. After taking a few deep breaths, he controlled his emotions.
"Don't worry too much. In fact, it's not a serious illness. It's just a surgery..."
"You are talking nonsense, Leng Zimo, a big liar and a big fool!" Luo Xiaoqian let go of him again, "Then, what do you want to do? Keep hiding it from me, find an excuse to send me away, and perform the surgery quietly by yourself?!"
Leng Zimo lowered his face, not daring to look into her eyes, "I..."
"How are you? Tell me!" Luo Xiaoqian asked crying.
Leng Zimo said hesitantly, "I...I don't want to tell you."
"You don't want to tell me what you mean, do you want to hide it from me for the rest of your life..." At this point, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly became speechless and took a step back. She looked at him with her whole body trembling, "What are you talking about with Jiao Yang?"
"us……"
"Say!" Luo Xiaoqian roared.
"I...I want him to take care of you."
He asked Jiao Yang to take care of her, and also said he would never tell her?!
No wonder Jiao Yang was also weird, no wonder Leng Zimo took the initiative to send Jiao Yang away. They were indeed conspiring to deceive her together.
"He is not my husband, why do you want him to take care of me?" Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand and grabbed his collar, "bastard Leng Zimo, how do you want to arrange for me and leave me to him to take care of me? What is it?
What do you mean, tell me!"
Leng Zimo had a sullen face and did not dare to look at her, "Yes, I am a bastard, Xiao Qian, I don't deserve to love you, please leave me, Jiao Yang is a good man, he will take good care of you!"
"You big idiot, I'm going to wake you up right now!"
Luo Xiaoqian's right hand suddenly raised, and stopped suddenly half a foot away from his face.
She knew this man well.
How could he push her out if it wasn't a last resort?
If he wasn't afraid that he wouldn't be able to take good care of her for the rest of his life, would he have done this?!
She couldn't bear to hit him, so she rushed over and hugged him again. Her little fists hit his chest and shoulders angrily, "You promised me you would never let go of my hand, but how dare you give up on me?
Isn't it just a tumor? What's so great about it? We do surgery and we cure it, Zimo, we are not short of money and we can cure it. Why are you doing this..."
"Xiao Qian!" Leng Zimo hugged her tightly, "I'm scared, I'm really scared to see you sad, I hate myself, I don't want to give up on you, I really don't want to, but I can't be so selfish..."
"Do you think I will give up on you? Don't you know the man I love is you..."
