512. Chapter 512 Afraid of you saying goodbye to me [3]
He was very distressed, but more importantly, he was angry.
Although she didn't know what happened, the injuries on her body and her current state indicated that something serious must have happened.
He wanted to ask that bastard Leng Zimo, how could he let his woman do this?
"No!" When she heard him mention Leng Zimo's name, Luo Xiaoqian just reached out hurriedly and took his arm, "Don't call him, please!"
Leng Zimo said that it was because of "that woman" that he broke up with his father, and because of this, he did not even see his mother for the last time.
Luo Xiaoqian knew very well how important his dead mother was to him, and "that woman" was her mother.
She was the daughter of his "enemy", and she was the woman he hated the most. When she thought of this fact, her chest felt so tight that she could hardly breathe.
Now, she doesn't want to see him, let alone dares to see him.
She was really afraid, afraid of his indifference and avoidance towards her, afraid of him saying goodbye to her.
Feeling the strength of her fingers on his arm, Jiao Yang turned around again and looked at her expression carefully.
"Is it related to him?"
There was unconcealable anger in his tone.
"No, it's not his fault!" Luo Xiaoqian retracted her arm and said in a hoarse voice, "Jiao Yang, I want to think about it carefully, please leave me alone for a while, okay?"
Jiao Yang stared at her for a long time, and finally compromised again, "I'll help you to the guest room upstairs, and you can rest for a while."
Luo Xiaoqian nodded, and he took her arm and helped her to the guest room upstairs. He also went to get a set of his own sportswear and gave it to her, "Change out your dirty clothes and have a good sleep."
"I'm going to take a shower." Luo Xiaoqian took the clothes.
"Go directly to bed!" He stretched out his arms to stop her, "It's best if the wounds on your body don't come into contact with water for the time being."
"But, I'm too dirty." Luo Xiaoqian looked down at her dirty calves.
It's been so long and she's still worried about soiling his bed.
Looking at her appearance, Jiao Yang's heart was already wrinkled.
"Luo Xiaoqian, do you think I'm your friend?" He growled uncontrollably. After he finished yelling, he regretted it and pulled her to the bedside to lie down. He raised his hand and pulled the thin quilt over her body.
"I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't be angry with you. You have a fever and injuries on your body. It's not suitable to get wet. Just lie down and I'll bring you medicine later."
"Thank you." She thanked her hoarsely.
When the doorbell rang, Jiao Yang turned around and ran downstairs, taking from the assistant what he had asked her to deliver, "I can't go to the company today. If you have anything to do, you'll have to deal with it first. If it's urgent, call me!"
The assistant agreed and left, and he carried all his things to the guest room downstairs.
Carefully opening the breakfast box and placing the steaming porridge on the table, he looked at Luo Xiaoqian with a smile, "You are hungry, come and eat."
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face and looked at the porridge in his hand. Her eyes touched the medicine on the table and the clothes in a paper bag nearby, and she couldn't help but think of Leng Zimo.
All this is so familiar.
I remember, that time at EM, when she had a fever, he did the same thing. He prepared hot porridge, medicine and clothes for her.
Her heart hurt again.
There will never be a time like that again, right?!
