After chatting with Xie Qinghuan for a few words, he finally hung up the phone.
...
At this mont, however, soone was not happy.
Yan Jiu was sitting alone in the hospital corridor, sulking, with many cigarette butts at his feet, looking particularly annoyed.
He couldn’t understand it. It was one thing if his third brother got muddled-headed, he could barely chalk it up to being lovestruck, but Zhaoran going along with it was beyond him, truly spending a day and night non-stop in surgery.
"Mr. Jiu... you haven’t eaten anything all night, you should have so food." A demure voice sounded, clearly belonging to the woman Yan Jiu had driven away yesterday.
The woman ca back, obviously unwilling to give up the chance to be alone with Yan Jiu.
"I’m not eating, take it away." Yan Jiu said impatiently.
"Mr. Jiu... I made this dish myself... please try it..."
"Get lost!" Yan Jiu brusquely flung off the woman clinging to his arm, his eyes full of hostility.
The woman was so scared, scalded by the spilt soup, yet did not dare to make a sound.
"Heh, don’t be loud in the hospital. Don’t make it seem like you’re the only one who brought a voice box with you," a clear, cold voice sounded, tinged with a touch of sharpness and irony.
Yan Jiu frowned, looked up, and paused for a mont, then narrowed his eyes slightly to observe.
The woman in front had her hair pulled back, wearing a white cotton shirt and a gray pencil skirt, revealing two jade-like legs.
She raised her chin slightly, displaying a snow-white neck.
Looking further up, her alluring face was seductive, the amber cat eyes successfully blending coolness with sensuality, hard to resist.
Being suddenly mocked, Yan Jiu wasn’t annoyed and crooked a smile.
He got up to approach the woman, just about to speak when Qin Zhaoran ca out of the operating room and said directly, "Yiheng."
The woman was none other than Xie Qinghuan, who had been staying in the hospital.
Xie Qinghuan cast a faint glance at the man who resembled a demon, gave a mocking smile, and brushed past him.
Yan Yiheng found it amusing, turned his head to stare at her back for two seconds, then walked toward Qin Zhaoran.
...
Inside Nanshan Villa.
Qiao Mo spent a considerable amount of effort to take a simple shower, and only after wearing gloves did she manage to wash her hair.
But upon exiting the bathroom, her hands, soaked for too long inside the gloves, stead with mist, turning pale, and the wounds on her palms were like smiling cracks on a doll, growing larger.
She did not return to the bedroom but stayed in the guest room.
Taking advantage of Fu Nancheng’s absence, she quietly moved so of her things over, not planning to live in the bedroom with him anymore.
Sitting on the bed, fiddling with her hands, the door was gently pushed open.
Fu Nancheng stood by the door, glanced at her, and said warmly, "Let’s eat first."
Qiao Mo nodded, not refusing, but still making him feel a strange awkwardness and distance in the atmosphere.
He glanced around the guest room at her things, lowered his eyes slightly, and said nothing.
He thought, perhaps he also needed to seriously consider with what feelings and emotions he should approach her...
After turning away, he waited at the table for twenty minutes, but she still hadn’t co out.
He frowned, feeling sowhat irritable.
A few minutes later, Fu Nancheng brought the food directly to the guest room, only to find Qiao Mo still binding her pale little hands by the bed.
His gaze softened a little, placing the food aside to help her wrap them up.
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