"...Okay, that's it, it must be completed tonight." Leng Zimo hung up the phone and turned to go back to the box. Jiao Yang, who was standing behind him, took his arm.
It was about the final finishing work of "Devil 2". Leng Zimo was also very focused on the phone. It was only then that he noticed Jiao Yang.
"How is Xiao Qian's memory...?" Jiao Yang asked.
Leng Zimo shook his head slightly, "The situation is not good. Dr. Yin said that it is very likely that he will not be able to recover."
"That's it..." Jiao Yang turned his face and looked out the window.
Leng Zimo looked at his profile, put the phone back into his pocket, and said seriously, "Let's talk."
Jiao Yang called him specifically and asked him to come alone. It was obvious that he had something to say to him.
Jiao Yang withdrew his gaze, and a pair of dark eyes fell deeply on Leng Zimo's face, "Please don't tell Xiao Qian about my affairs, just let her... forget about it!"
Jiao Yang has been thinking about this matter since he met Luo Xiaoqian last night.
It is true that Luo Xiaoqian's politeness and indifference to him made him somewhat uncomfortable and a little disappointed. However, seeing the close relationship between her and Leng Zimo, Jiao Yang was disappointed but also a little relieved.
Or, just let her forget about him.
This time, he specially came to Leng Zimo because he wanted to tell Leng Zimo about this matter.
He loves her, and it is enough for him to know that this love should not be a burden to Luo Xiaoqian. All he wants now is to look at her from a distance and be satisfied knowing that she is very good.
Not far away, the door of the box opened, and Luo Xiaoqian's face was revealed from the door, "If you don't come back to eat, the meat will be cooked to death."
"Here we come." Leng Zimo smiled back at her, walked toward the door of the private room, stretched out his arm and patted Jiao Yang's shoulder, "Let's go, I guess you must be hungry."
"I'm really a little hungry." Jiao Yang smiled and walked back to the private room with him.
The three of them sat down at the table again. Luo Xiaoqian took the initiative to help Jiao Yang pick up the food, "I forgot what you like to eat. If you pick up something you don't like, don't mind."
"How come, I like to eat them all." Jiao Yang said with a smile.
Luo Xiaoqian took the juice Leng Zimo handed her, "Do you like hot pot?"
Facing such a man who had liked her and helped her, Luo Xiaoqian felt not only grateful but also grateful, so she tried her best to find a topic.
"Yes." Jiao Yang looked at the steaming hot pot, "Because when you eat hot pot, the food is hot from beginning to end and will never get cold. Sometimes, I even cook it myself and eat it.
Simple and convenient.”
She told him this sentence back then, and he has always remembered it.
"I can't tell you can cook!" Luo Xiaoqian looked surprised.
"There is no way." Jiao Yang laughed, "Now the world is full of good men like Leng Zimo, forcing people like us to learn from it."
He didn't know that Leng Zimo told Luo Xiaoqian about his affairs, which was just a joke.
He...didn't he learn how to cook just because he wanted to compete with Leng Zimo for her?!
Looking at Jiao Yang across the table through the dense heat, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly felt distressed.
Although they had only met twice, Luo Xiaoqian knew a lot about Jiao Yang from Leng Zimo. She felt that he was a good man, and such a good man should not continue to exist to protect an impossible woman.
"Actually, you can find a girlfriend who can cook!"
