Luo Xiaoqian took out the prepared shawl and put it on him, carefully pushing off his hair bit by bit.
Leng Zimo is a movie actor. Although he doesn't pay much attention to appearance, he has always had high requirements for himself. Luo Xiaoqian was originally worried about whether pulling off his hair would have any impact on his psychology, so she decided to do this.
Do things yourself.
After pushing her hair, she held his face seriously and looked at it carefully.
"Well, my husband is handsome!"
This sentence is really not flattering or comforting.
Leng Zimo's facial features and face shape are almost perfect. Even if his hair is removed, it will not have any impact on his appearance.
Leng Zimo laughed, "Of course, otherwise how could I be your husband!"
In fact, at this time, these things no longer mattered to him.
However, it is just hair, and it will grow back as long as you live.
"I'm not lying to you, he's so handsome. I want to take a photo with my handsome actor husband!" Luo Xiaoqian took the phone, put her face against him, and took a photo with him, "I want to take this photo carefully.
I will keep the land, and when the time comes, I will show my grandson that his grandfather once had a bald head..."
Leng Zimo smiled and hugged her to his mouth, cooperating with her to take pictures. He smiled happily, but also smiled bitterly.
After taking several photos, Luo Xiaoqian put away her phone and packed up everything on the table.
After packing her things, Luo Xiaoqian walked over with a smile, held Leng Zimo's arm, and then imitated the tone of the palace maid in the movie, "Seeing that it is getting late, Your Majesty, you still have vital points tomorrow, it's time to go to bed now,
My servant will help you get on the bed!"
Tomorrow's surgery was so important, she knew he would be nervous, not because he was nervous about the surgery, but because he was nervous about the results. In order to let Leng Zimo relax and have a good rest, Luo Xiaoqian had already used all the techniques in her body.
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Leng Zimo also knew what she was thinking, so he stood up cooperatively and lay down on the pillow. Luo Xiaoqian turned off the big light, leaving only a small lamp on the bedside, and then sat beside him, holding his hand with one hand.
She massaged his head gently with one hand. While massaging, she told interesting stories about Luo Jun's childhood.
A small hospital bed, a dim lamp, and her gentle voice were his greatest comfort.
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Hotel, presidential suite.
Allen opened the door and walked in. He walked up to Locke who was watching Luo Xiaoqian's video and said, "Sir, the matter has been found out. There is a tumor in Leng Zimo's brain."
"Tumor?" Locke's face also showed surprise, "Really?"
"I have sent people to inquire clearly. This time, in order to operate on Leng Zimo, Shen Yizhou not only invited his mentor Dr. Statham back from the United States, but also introduced special surgical instruments for his operation. Leng Zimo
Now he is staying in the special care unit in the high-level building of the hospital, and the news is absolutely correct." Allen replied.
Locke's slender fingers tapped the table lightly, "When is the operation?"
"Nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Allen said.
Locke stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and stared at the night outside the window. His dark green eyes gradually turned cold, "Tomorrow, send someone to the hospital. I don't want him to walk out of the operating room alive!"
Allen was behind him and respectfully agreed, "Yes, sir!"
