She already has Leng Zimo and can no longer provoke Jiao Yang.
"sorry."
Whispering in her heart, she gritted her teeth and secretly decided to stay as far away from Jiao Yang as possible in the future.
Because she knew very well that if she got close to him again, it would only hurt him.
In this way, in the next few days, Luo Xiaoqian did not go to the hospital. She only called Shen Yizhou every day to check on the progress of Jiao Yang's condition.
Three days later, when she called again, Shen Yizhou told her that Jiao Yang had been discharged from the hospital.
"He was so seriously injured, how come he was discharged from the hospital after only three days?"
"Because of the coat, although his burn is large, it is actually not very serious. From now on, as long as he insists on changing the dressing once a day, it will be cured in a week. There is no need to be hospitalized anymore," Shen Yizhou said.
"That's it, okay then, thank you, Yizhou."
Luo Xiaoqian hung up the phone and put the phone on the table. The bedroom door had been pushed open, and Leng Zimo walked in with a tray on which was placed an earthen pot with soup and a small bowl.
"Come on, come and drink the soup." Putting the soup on the table, Leng Zimo helped her fill a small bowl of soup with a smile and brought it to her, "Aunt Su has been cooking the native chicken soup for several hours. It is very nourishing. of."
Luo Xiaoqian took the soup, and he sat next to her, "Jiao Yang just called me and invited me to his house for dinner."
"You agreed?" Luo Xiaoqian immediately raised her face nervously.
"No, I said I wanted to see if you have time." Leng Zimo raised his hand to brush away a strand of hair from her ear, "Do you want to go?"
"I..." Luo Xiaoqian held the soup, "I don't know, Zimo, Jiao Yang, he..."
"I know, he likes you." Leng Zimo said.
Luo Xiaoqian was shocked, he actually knew it too?
Before she could speak again, her cell phone rang. Leng Zimo took the phone and took a look at the screen before bringing it to her. On the screen, the word Jiao Yang was particularly obvious.
Putting down the soup bowl in her hand, Luo Xiaoqian hesitated for a moment, but finally answered the phone.
"Jiao Yang?"
"Tong Tong is going to make hot pot for me on the weekend. You and Zimo should come and eat together..."
"I may not have..."
Jiao Yang interrupted her, "Don't forget to bring a gift. It's my birthday. Okay, see you at my house at eight o'clock in the evening."
Jiao Yang had already hung up the phone without giving her a chance to refuse.
Luo Xiaoqian lowered her phone and sighed, "Zimo, what should I do?"
Taking the phone from her hand, Leng Zimo put the soup bowl back into her hand, "Give him some time, you should know that it will be difficult."
Luo Xiaoqian took the soup bowl, thought for a while, and had no other choice. She could only nod lightly, "Do you have time on the weekend?"
"Don't worry, I will go with you!" Leng Zimo touched her little head comfortingly, "Stop thinking about it and have some soup."
…
…
In a blink of an eye, it’s the weekend.
Although she wanted to buy a gift for Jiao Yang, she thought twice and decided not to buy it. Instead, she ordered a cake. Leng Zimo brought two bottles of wine, and the two of them drove to Shui'an Champs where Jiao Yang lived.
Leng Zimo carried her things, so she walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.
"Coming!"
There were footsteps inside the door. After a moment, the door was opened from the inside. Tong Tong helped the two of them open the door with a smile.
