Jiao Yang shook hands with him and was about to invite him to come in and sit down.
A silver-white car had already driven up to the door of the villa. Before the car could stop, the door of the passenger compartment had been pushed open with great force.
Leng Zimo jumped out of the car, rushed to the steps, and looked at Jiao Yangwen.
"Where is she?"
Jiao Yang's eyes glanced over his haggard face, the wrinkled shirt and trousers on his body, and the household slippers on his feet...
Taking a step back, he made way for the door.
"Upstairs, terrace."
Leng Zimo rushed to the door and ran to the stairs.
"Okay!" Leng Zirui glanced at Shen Yizhou who came out of the car, stretched out his arms and yawned, "A happy ending."
"Mr. Jiao, is Xiaoqian okay?" Shen Yizhou walked up and asked Jiao Yang.
Although it was the first time they met, Shen Yizhou had already guessed who he was when he saw him.
"It's a small scratch, nothing serious. She had a fever yesterday. I gave her antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs. She doesn't have any symptoms like cough, so she should be fine."
Leng Zimo ran all the way up the stairs and looked around for the terrace. His eyes touched the familiar figure on the terrace at the end of the corridor. His body froze, and then he walked towards her softly.
On the terrace, Luo Xiaoqian still maintained the same posture as last night, with her normally lively eyes staring blankly out of the window.
That way, it is clear that the body is here, but the soul does not know where it is.
He slowly looked at her from head to toe, noticing the wounds on her face and arms.
Leng Zimo's breath tightened, and his heart felt as if he had been hit hard.
"Xiaoxi!"
Hearing the voice that was so familiar to her bones, Luo Xiaoqian, who had been in a daze, suddenly had her eyes brightened. She turned around suddenly and saw Leng Zimo. She stood up instinctively and wanted to rush over. .
Just as he took a step, he stopped abruptly.
"You came."
Seeing the sadness and hesitation in her eyes, Leng Zimo strode forward and stretched out his arms to hug her.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoqian, I'm sorry. This thing is all my fault. I shouldn't have hidden it from you. I should have made it clear to you. It was all because I was too stupid. When I saw the photo, I was too impulsive. It was mine. Wrong...I'm a big fool..."
"You?" Luo Xiaoqian raised her face from his arms, her tone full of anxiety, "You...don't you hate me?"
"Silly girl!" Leng Zimo raised his palm and held her face, "Those things had nothing to do with you. Why do I hate you?"
From beginning to end, he and Ben never thought of the word hate.
"Really?!" Luo Xiaoqian looked at him uncertainly.
"Of course it's true. Have I lied to you?" Leng Zimo pulled her over and hugged her tightly to his chest. "The reason I avoided you before was because I was too stupid and mistakenly thought we were related by blood. , I was too stupid, I should have thought, I’m sorry, this time, it’s all my fault!”
Luo Xiaoqian listened to the sound of his heartbeat in her ears, "You really don't care, I am her daughter?"
"Idiot!" Leng Zimo cursed angrily, "If I cared about this, would I still come to you?"
"Then will you love me as much as before?" she asked softly.
"I promise, I will love you even more than before." He said.
"Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian cried and grabbed his lapel, shedding tears all night long, and finally completely collapsed in front of him, "I've been so scared these past two days..."
