Leng Zimo nodded and reminded in a low voice, "This matter must be kept absolutely confidential!"
If this matter is known to the media, those guys will stare at it like flies. For Luo Xiaoqian, it will definitely be a disaster.
"Don't worry!" Huangfu Ao promised sternly, then took out his phone and ordered his men to send him clothes.
Leng Zimo walked back into the room. Luo Xiaoqian raised her face from the bowl and looked at him, showing a very pale smile.
Seeing her long-lost smile, he breathed a sigh of relief with his tightly held heart.
"Do you still want it?"
Luo Xiaoqian shook her head.
He took the bowl from her hand and put it aside, "We'll go home soon. Can you go to bed and rest for a while?"
Luo Xiaoqian still shook her head.
Seeing the uncertainty in her eyes, Leng Zimo smiled comfortingly at her, carried her into the inner room, and put her on the bed in the ward. He stretched out his left hand and held her cold palm in his palm.
"Don't worry, I will always be there!"
Holding his fingers tightly with both hands, Luo Xiaoqian huddled in the quilt and slowly closed her eyes.
Sitting down on the chair next to the bed, feeling the strength of her fingers, Leng Zimo silently tightened his palms and held her two small hands together.
Soon, a soldier sent a set of clothes for a female soldier.
Luo Xiaoqian's sleep was not peaceful, and she was awakened by the slightest movement.
Leng Zimo carefully comforted her and spent a long time helping her change out of the damaged dress.
"Don't throw it away!"
Seeing Leng Zimo walking towards the bathroom carrying the dress and dress, Luo Xiaoqian spoke nervously.
"Why?"
Leng Zimo paused.
He really wanted to throw away this set of clothes, naturally because he didn't want her to get emotional when she saw the clothes and think about what happened last night.
"You gave it to me!"
Luo Xiaoqian hugged the quilt and whispered.
Leng Zimo looked at her little face, and then at the damaged dress that was covered in mud, water, and blood. He carefully folded the dress and put it into a paper bag. He turned around and took the clothes sent by Huangfu Ao, and raised his hand to her
Stretch over.
"No!" Luo Xiaoqian tightened the quilt, "I'll do it myself!"
He didn't force her, he just took the clothes and put them within her reach.
"Your foot was pricked, be careful!" With a careful reminder, he walked to the living room and helped her close the door, "I'm right outside the door!"
While waiting for her to get dressed by the door, Leng Zimo took out his mobile phone and made a few calls.
First, arrange the work at hand, and second, notify Shen Yizhou to prepare a ward for Luo Xiaoqian.
Her foot was pricked yesterday, it rained yesterday, and she still has a fever. She needs someone to take care of her 24 hours a day. After what happened yesterday, she was somewhat repulsive even to him, so he left her at home to take care of her.
Obviously unwise.
By the time he finished the call and got everything ready, Luo Xiaoqian had already changed her clothes.
"You can come in!"
Hearing her voice, Leng Zimo immediately put away his phone and walked in.
In the ward, Luo Xiaoqian was wearing bulky camouflage makeup, making her face look even thinner. When Leng Zimo walked in, she was trying to put on her shoes.
"Be careful!" Leng Zimo took two quick steps, rushed over, and held her arm, "Sit on the bed and wait. I'll carry you down when you're ready!"
Noticing the gauze on his arm, Luo Xiaoqian reached out and held his arm, "Did I hurt your arm?"
