"Okay!" Luo Xiaoqian sniffled and nodded her head.
"And you!" Shen Yizhou glanced sidelong at Leng Zimo, "Next ti you get jealous, be a little more careful. Other people get exhausted by jealousy, but when you get jealous, it’s life-threatening. Also, please clean up the hallway!"
Taking the towel from Luo Xiaoqian’s hands, Leng Zimo replied with a single word, "Scram!"
Clutching the towel, he turned and walked into the bathroom.
Shen Yizhou stood by the bed, smiling at Luo Xiaoqian, "Rest well. I’m going to check on other wards. Don’t worry, in general, an allergic reaction isn’t fatal!"
"Thank you, Dr. Shen!" Luo Xiaoqian glanced at the corridor filled with flowers, "Could you please have soone clean up those flowers?"
"Sure!" Shen Yizhou smiled and left the ward.
In the distance, the young nurses were peering curiously but didn’t dare to co over.
The temper of Leng Zimo had been well-communicated these past few days; seeing him throw clothes and flowers around, they feared becoming accidental victims and didn’t dare to approach.
"Co over here and tidy up these flowers. Distribute a bunch to each ward. Today, our President Leng is giving flowers to all the patients!"
Upon hearing this, the nurses hurried over and began cleaning up the bouquets from the floor. Shen Yizhou bent down to pick up Leng Zimo’s suit, "If Canali’s tailors knew how you treated their suits, they’d certainly revoke your VIP status!"
Inside the ward.
Leng Zimo ca out of the bathroom again and imdiately took out dumplings from the thermos, carefully ladled them into a bowl, and brought them over to her.
Taking the dumplings and tableware, Luo Xiaoqian stole a quick glance at him.
Had Shen Yizhou spoken truthfully about him being jealous just now? Could it be that he had filled the entire room with flowers because Jiao Yang sent her flowers?
"Jealous?"
Leng Zimo lifted the small bottle of vinegar from the bag.
"No need. Keep it for yourself to eat!" Luo Xiaoqian was quick to shake her head, then afraid he might misunderstand, she clarified, "I an, dipping dumplings, not that kind of jealous, that’s not what I ant..."
Yet the more she tried to explain, the ssier it got, and even she didn’t understand what she was saying anymore.
It was a ss of her own making – why did she insist on eating dumplings?
Watching her visibly uncomfortable, Leng Zimo calmly brought the small bottle over and carefully poured vinegar into her bowl.
"Eat," he said.
Luo Xiaoqian dared not say anything else and imdiately began eating her dumplings.
"When do you plan to invite Jiao Yang for a al?"
"Cough..." Luo Xiaoqian almost choked again, and gazing into her bowl of dumplings, she murmured softly, "I haven’t thought it through yet."
"I’ll go with you!" His tone was utterly affirmative, and he didn’t leave any room for refusal.
"Okay!" Out of options, Luo Xiaoqian agreed.
At the sa ti, she made a secret vow to indefinitely postpone that al.
After all, having seen the tension between the two n in just a short while, she didn’t want to beco the cannon fodder on their battlefield.
...
...
After three days of recuperation, Luo Xiaoqian’s foot injury had finally healed, and she was finally permitted by Shen Yizhou to go through with the discharge formalities.
She had thought that Leng Zimo would co, but this ti she guessed wrong. The ones who ca to pick her up were Yu Tong, Leng Zimo’s driver Xiao Ding, and two other company staff mbers. Yu Tong specifically requested her to change into a suit that Xiao Ding had brought for her.
After changing into her clothes, Luo Xiaoqian erged from the restroom, "It’s not like I’m going to a press conference. Does it have to be this grand?"
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