Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoqian sat up in excitement.
Yu Tong had just walked outside the bathroom door and opened the door. He was startled when he heard the sound of her getting up and turned around in surprise.
"Xiao Qian, you scared me to death. Didn't you have a nightmare?"
"No!" Luo Xiaoqian jumped out of bed with a smile, grabbed her slippers, and strode towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Yu Tong looked over doubtfully.
"Go meet someone and say a word!" Luo Xiaoqian opened the door, "Also, thank you!"
Thank her?!
Yu Tong shook the toothbrush in his hand, looking puzzled as to what Luo Xiaoqian was thanking her for.
Luo Xiaoqian didn't explain, she just opened the door, put on her slippers and ran towards Leng Zimo's room.
If before, she was still unsure and hesitant, now, she only has courage and no hesitation.
She wants to tell him that she wants to have a good love with him, she wants to cherish him well, and she wants to love well... Even if it turns out to be nothing, she will still flutter on his fireworks like a moth without hesitation.
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"Ha!" Yu Tong held the toothbrush and chuckled, "Sure enough, men and women in love are all stupid!"
Running wildly all the way, Luo Xiaoqian arrived at Leng Zimo's door and hurriedly knocked on his door.
The door was opened, and Leng Zimo appeared in the door neatly dressed. When he saw her, there was obvious surprise in his eyes.
"Leng Zimo, I have something to tell you!" Luo Xiaoqian gasped and spoke.
"What's wrong?!"
Seeing her gasping for breath, his eyes glancing at her slippers and her obviously uncombed hair, Leng Zimo raised his hand, took off his coat, put it on her body, and pulled her through the door.
Luo Xiaoqian took his hand, with a smile on her face, "It's okay, I just have something to say to you!"
"Do I need to avoid it?" Behind Leng Zimo, Jiao Yang's voice sounded in a medium tone.
Luo Xiaoqian was startled and looked up behind Leng Zimo. She saw Jiao Yang standing up lazily with his hands in his pockets, "Jiao Yang... why are you here?"
"I just happened to come here to get something from Mr. Leng!" Jiao Yang shrugged, looked her up and down, and glanced at her hand in Leng Zimo's palm. He raised his face and cast his gaze on her face,
"I don't know if you two are talking about business or private matters. Do I... need to avoid it, Xiaoqian?!"
The originally surging mood was suddenly interrupted by Jiao Yang, and Luo Xiaoqian could not say anything, "Actually, it's nothing... What did you mean when you said you were taking something?"
Jiao Yang raised his chin to Leng Zimo, "Ask him!"
Luo Xiaoqian turned to Leng Zimo, who just looked disapproving, "I personally think that the coat you wore yesterday is very meaningful, so I want to take it back to the company!"
"Leng always wants to keep it as a souvenir, right?" Jiao Yang said tit for tat.
Leng Zimo was exposed by him, but he didn't hide it at all, "How much did it cost, I bought it!"
"Sorry, this dress is also very important to me, so I won't sell it!" Jiao Yang curled his lips.
"It's just a piece of clothing, why should Jiao Yang care?"
"It's just a piece of clothing, why does Mr. Leng care so much?"
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The two grown men, you and I, looked like they were fighting for a piece of clothing, but they were clearly fighting with their words!
