"Okay."
Leng Zimo sat down on the chair.
Luo Xiaoqian took out the shawl she had prepared and draped it over him, carefully shaving his hair off bit by bit.
Leng Zimo, being a forr film emperor, never really cared much for appearances, but he always had high standards for himself. Luo Xiaoqian was initially worried that shaving his hair might affect him psychologically, which is why she decided to do it personally.
After finishing shaving, she earnestly cupped his face and took a good look.
"Hmm, my husband is really handso!"
These words were genuinely not re flattery or comfort.
Leng Zimo’s features and face shape were almost perfect, so even with his hair shaved off, it did not affect his appearance at all.
Leng Zimo smiled, "Of course, otherwise how could I be your husband!"
Actually, at this point in ti, these things didn’t matter to him anymore.
It’s just hair, after all. As long as he’s alive, it’ll grow back.
"I’m not lying, you really are so handso. I want to take a photo with my handso film emperor husband!" Luo Xiaoqian picked up her phone, leaned her face against his, and took a photo together, "I must keep this photo well, and in the future, I’ll show it to my grandchildren, letting them see that their grandpa once had a shaved head..."
Leng Zimo hugged her to his lips with a smile, cooperating with her for the pictures, smiling both happily and bitterly.
After taking several photos, Luo Xiaoqian put the phone away and tidied up the things on the table one by one.
After cleaning up the items, Luo Xiaoqian smiled as she walked over, holding Leng Zimo’s arm, and then imitated the tone of a palace maid in a movie, "As the evening sets in and His Majesty has an important task tomorrow, it’s ti for bed. The servant will help you to the bed!"
The surgery tomorrow is too important; she knew he would definitely be nervous, not nervous about the surgery itself, but about the outco of the surgery. To help Leng Zimo relax and rest, Luo Xiaoqian had pulled out all her tricks.
Leng Zimo also understood her intentions, so he cooperatively stood up and lay down on the pillow. Luo Xiaoqian turned off the main light, leaving only the small bedside lamp on, and then sat by his side, gently massaging him with one hand around his head while telling stories of Luo Jun’s childhood antics.
On the small hospital bed, with a dim little lamp, her gentle voice was his greatest comfort.
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Hotel, Presidential Suite.
Allen pushed open the door and walked in, approaching Luo Ke, who was watching Luo Xiaoqian’s video, "Sir, the matter has been clarified. Leng Zimo has a tumor in his brain."
"A tumor?" Luo Ke’s face showed surprise, "Really?"
"I’ve already had people investigate thoroughly. This ti, for Leng Zimo’s surgery, Shen Yizhou not only brought his ntor Dr. Stansen back from the United States, but also specifically introduced specialized surgical instrunts for the operation. Leng Zimo is currently staying in the high-standard ward of the hospital’s Special Guardian building, the information is definitely correct," Allen replied.
Luo Ke’s slender fingers lightly tapped the table, "When is the surgery?"
"Tomorrow at nine in the morning," Allen said.
Luo Ke stood up and strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the night outside. His pair of dark green eyes gradually turned cold, "Tomorrow, send soone to the hospital. I don’t want him to walk out of the operating room alive!"
Allen respectfully responded behind him, "Yes, sir!"
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