It's just that when this man told this story, why was he so affectionate? Could it be that... he was the hero in the story?
Her strong curiosity inspired her courage, and she asked cautiously: "Are you the one who planted the pansies?"
Ling Ang withdrew his gaze from Phalaenopsis and turned around to look at her quietly, with an uncertain look in his eyes.
After a long while, he asked calmly: "What do you think?"
Why does this man always do Tai Chi when answering questions?
Wang Aoshuang frowned slightly. A serious and reserved man like him would probably not do such a delicate and tender thing. She shook her head gently.
Ling Ang lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, and there was no discernible expression on his face.
Wang Aoshuang looked at him indifferently, saying that silence is golden, this man is always silent, no wonder he is so rich.
After a while, Ling Ang picked up a piece of fruit, peeled it gently, and said lightly: "Just think of it as a story to help you pass the time."
Seeing that he didn't answer directly, she couldn't answer for a while and remained silent.
The air felt stuffy for a while, and the only sound was the sound of peeling fruit.
In order to break the silence, she had to find a topic, "Mr. Ling, you are so kind. There are not many men as good as you nowadays."
Ling Ang's hand while peeling the fruit paused, his eyes a little gloomy, "So what, maybe my good deeds can't change anything."
"Actually, is there someone very important in your heart?" She observed his expression carefully and her tone was extremely cautious.
He slowly raised his head, his water-colored black eyes shining slightly kindly, but there was forbearance hidden in his eyes, "You want to know?"
Wang Aoshuang smiled sheepishly, "I know I'm a bit gossipy, but I heard you mention this about her several times, Mr. Ling, so I'm a little curious."
"Perhaps you will know." He uttered a few words quietly, with a deep light and shadow in his eyes.
He cut the fruit into small pieces, then picked it up with a toothpick and put it to her mouth, "Eat some fruit."
After today's feeding, Wang Aoshuang was no longer so restrained and ate the fruit obediently.
Ling Ang watched her finish the whole fruit, revealing a slight pear dimple on her lips, as elegant as the wind.
"You go to bed early and I'll come see you tomorrow."
She nodded gently and thanked her sincerely, "Mr. Ling, thank you.".
He turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned back with stars in his eyes, "I don't like you calling me Mr. Ling, just call me Ang."
She couldn't come to her senses for a moment and was stunned.
This man's words and actions are always very surprising. She just met him last night, and the two of them are not close enough to call each other by their first names.
She didn't think much, lay down on the bed and rested quietly.
The next day, an uninvited guest appeared in the ward.
Irene walked in with a bright makeup on her face, a smile on her face, and her aura was as charming as a fox.
She looked down at Wang Aoshuang with contempt, "It's really pitiful that the future young lady of the Lanrui Group could be injured like this while doing housework."
Wang Aoshuang looked straight at the TV without looking at her, and said in an indifferent tone, "Yes, so what if I'm pitiful? It's better for me to be pitiful than for you to be humble. You are just a third party who is insulted.
What to be proud of!”
Erin narrowed her charming eyes, anger flashed in her eyes, and then raised her chin, "Haha. I can understand your mood. Your fiancé dotes on another woman every night, but treats you cruelly. You
You are both envious and jealous of me, so you use the most unpleasant words to cover up the grief and anger in your heart."