He reached out and pulled her up, and Leng Zimo's other palm slapped her hard on the back.
Luo Xiaoqian coughed suddenly, and a piece of apple flew out of her mouth and landed on the bed sheets.
She coughed out the foreign body in her trachea and took a quick breath.
"I'm sorry!" Jiao Yang also walked to the side of the bed. Looking at her flushed face, a smile faded from his face, "Xiao Qian, how are you?"
"fine!"
Luo Xiaoqian gasped and shook her head, then looked at Leng Zimo quietly.
There was no anger on Leng Zimo's face as she had imagined. The look in his dark eyes was very complicated, seeming to be a little reproachful, a little helpless, and a few different emotions. She couldn't understand it for a while.
"I……"
As soon as she uttered a word, he had already reached around her, pulled a tissue from the small table next to Jiao Yang, wiped the juice from the corners of her lips for her, and then picked up the apple she coughed on the hospital bed.
, raised his face and looked at Jiao Yang, who was standing opposite. Leng Zimo finally spoke for the first time after entering.
"Step aside!"
Just two words, but they have complex meanings.
It seemed that it was Jiao Yang who blocked the trash can, but it seemed that it was not just that.
Jiao Yang met his gaze, smiled, and then turned sideways.
Leng Zimo raised his hand and threw the tissue and the piece of apple into the trash can.
Luo Xiaoqian felt the strange atmosphere between the two men, swallowed her saliva, and wanted to speak to break the awkwardness, but she didn't know what to say.
At this time, Leng Zimo had already bent down, raised his hand to hold the side of her head, and put his forehead against hers.
Looking at his instantly enlarged face, Luo Xiaoqian opened her mouth in surprise.
"Fortunately, I don't have a fever!" Leng Zimo stood up straight and said in a gentle tone that could even be described as gentle, "What do you want to eat at night?"
Luo Xiaoqian looked at his face. There was no trace of anger on his face, he was still calm, and there was even a small smile line on his mouth.
Is the person in front of me really the Leng Zimo who has always been domineering and has such a bad temper that he will fall out at any time?
Luo Xiaoqian wanted to twist her thigh to see if she was dreaming.
"No appetite?" Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Otherwise, I can order some light Japanese food. How about sashimi?"
Before Luo Xiaoqian could say anything, Jiao Yang on the other side had already spoken, "If you have an injury on your foot, it's best not to eat fish or shrimp. Eating that kind of thing will cause inflammation!"
Luo Xiaoqian jumped in and said, "I like to eat, just sashimi and sushi!"
The smile at the corner of Leng Zimo's mouth widened naturally, "Okay!"
Jiao Yang looked at the man and woman, still smiling, "Really, I also like to eat sushi!"
This guy is done!
Luo Xiaoqian glared at him fiercely, and when she looked at Leng Zimo again, she smiled flatteringly, "Then we won't eat sushi. Don't you like to eat dumplings? Let's eat dumplings?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiao Yang spoke again, "The dumplings are also good. I like the three delicacies stuffing, and the tomatoes and eggs are also good. When I was in the UK, I loved the dumplings made by my mother the most!"
"Jiao Yang, are you a man?" Luo Xiaoqian exploded, "A man must keep his word!"
Jiao Yang shrugged his shoulders and looked at Leng Zimo with a pair of peach blossom eyes, "Can I talk to you?"
Leng Zimo met his gaze, his dark eyes calm, still saying a simple word.
