Tong Tong stood in the ward, looking at the man's back wrapped in gauze, his eyes full of unwillingness.
This man is the boss of ATV, and he is completely comparable to Leng Zimo of Imperial TV.
Isn't it because of Leng Zimo that Luo Xiaoqian can achieve such outstanding results and transform from an unknown little singer to a superstar? As long as she catches Jiao Yang, she can do the same.
She knew that Jiao Yang was a veteran of flowers and a romantic person, but she had confidence in herself.
Before, she didn't understand why Jiao Yang extended his olive branch to her and asked her to pretend to be his girlfriend.
After attending Luo Xiaoqian's engagement party today, she realized that he chose her not because there was anything special about her, but more importantly because she was very similar to Luo Xiaoqian.
They are very similar in age, temperament and appearance.
Tong Tong believes that these are her advantages. This rare man, regardless of his status, talent, appearance... everything is what she yearns for, and she must hold him firmly in the palm of her hand.
Even if he just regarded her as Luo Xiaoqian's substitute, she didn't care.
Because she doesn't love him at all.
love?
Does love work?
Can it be eaten as food or used as money to spend?!
Looking at Jiao Yang's back on the balcony, Tong Tong smiled very considerately and said, "What do you want to eat? I will bring it to you tomorrow morning?"
"Whatever." Jiao Yang on the balcony replied calmly.
Since it's not what you want, what difference does it make if it's anything else?
"Then I'll buy it." Tong Tong looked at Jiao Yang, who was on the balcony with his back to her, "It's okay, I'll leave first, you go to bed early."
When she didn't get a response from Jiao Yang, she pursed her pinked lips, turned around and walked out of the ward.
On the balcony, Jiao Yang put his arms on the railing and stared at the prosperous world in front of him, but there was only deep loneliness in his eyes.
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The next day, when Luo Xiaoqian came over with the lily porridge that Aunt Su had specially cooked to detoxify, Jiao Yang was nowhere to be seen in the ward. She searched but found no one, so she simply walked to the dressing room.
The door was not closed properly. Luo Xiaoqian hesitated for a moment, but finally carefully pushed the door open a crack to see if he was inside.
Through the crack in the door, you can see Jiao Yang lying in the treatment room, while the hospital nurse carefully dipped a cotton swab in the medicine to help him apply it.
On his back, the burnt skin was shockingly red. Although the nurse's movements were extremely gentle and careful, every touch brought excruciating pain. Although Jiao Yang was still teasing the nurse,
, but the fingers he clenched on the pillar of the hospital bed were already pale from excessive exertion.
"Okay!" The nurse put away the cotton wool and supported his arm. "You can get up and wrap it with gauze."
Jiao Yang stood up, raised his arms and let her wrap gauze, while reminding her, "You know Luo Xiaoqian, right? If she comes to ask about the situation, you must not tell her that my injury is so serious."
"Why?" the nurse asked with a smile.
"Because this is my secret." Jiao Yang replied with a charming smile, "You are an angel in white, you want to help me keep the secret!"
"Okay." The nurse agreed immediately.
Probably no woman can refuse such a request from a man with such a smile.
Outside the door, Luo Xiaoqian's nose felt sour as she listened to his voice.
