"Mm~!" Li ngjie said with a giggle, "Cold Bodyguard, so that’s how it is. Hehe, but are you explaining all this to and Xue Jiu because you really care about us?" After that, she playfully winked at Ling Xuejiu.
Ling Xuejiu surprisingly didn’t object to anything, and deep down, she actually felt no aversion to Xiao Jie’s words.
Leng Xuan, however, was speechless. Xiao Jie, the mischievous one, kept asking questions that were embarrassing to answer. What was she getting at? Could it be that she and Miss Ling actually had feelings for him? Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Ling Xuejiu, who was also looking at him. Maybe she had just co to her senses from what Li ngjie had said, and so Ling Xuejiu’s face turned red, and she glared at Li ngjie, "Xiao Jie, you little devil, why drag into this? This has nothing to do with , and if you keep talking nonsense, beware I’ll tear your mouth apart."
It was then that Leng Xuan suddenly rembered sothing and said, "Miss Ling, I have to stay in the hospital to recover from my injuries and won’t be able to protect you closely, so you must be careful when you go out. If it’s not necessary, try not to go out too much, okay?"
"Don’t worry, I know." Ling Xuejiu answered calmly on the surface, but inside, she felt a warm current sweep through her heart. She hadn’t expected that Leng Xuan, despite his serious injuries, was still considering her well-being. But was it just because he was her bodyguard? At this thought, she felt a bit sad. If he were no longer her bodyguard, he probably wouldn’t care about her at all, would he?
Leng Xuan hadn’t been chatting with her and Li ngjie for long when the door to the hospital room was pushed open again. Ling Xuejiu’s parents, Ling Ao and Ren Fanghua, walked in, followed by Uncle Liu, who was holding a bunch of flowers that appeared freshly picked, and carrying a basket of fresh fruit and a thermos.
"Leng Xuan, how are you feeling? Is your body okay?" Ling Ao walked to the bedside and expressed his concern.
"It’s nothing serious, just need to rest for a while," Leng Xuan said with a smile. "Uncle Ling and Auntie Ren, you’re both so busy, you really didn’t have to co. After all, I’m not in any critical condition."
"How could we not?" Ling Ao shook his head. "I consider you like my own nephew. You’re injured, so as your uncle, I naturally have to co." As he spoke, he took the thermos from Uncle Liu’s hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, smiling, "This is chicken soup personally made by Auntie Ren, you should drink it while it’s hot later."
Leng Xuan turned to Ren Fanghua and said, "Thank you, Auntie Ren, you’re all too kind."
"Leng Xuan," Ren Fanghua started, "I heard from Xue Jiu that your injury is quite serious, and you really need to nourish yourself well. Later on, I’ll have the chefs at Imperial Cuisine House send over a bowl of chicken soup every day, it’ll really help with your recovery."
Ling Ao looked around the hospital room and asked, "Leng Xuan, the environnt here doesn’t seem very good. Do you want to contact a hospital abroad and send you there? Their dical standards and equipnt are top-notch, and your recovery would definitely be much faster."
"No need, Uncle Ling," Leng Xuan hurriedly refused politely, "This place is fine, and besides, I’ve practiced martial arts since I was young and am in good health. It won’t take long before I can get out of bed. Also, by my own estimation, I should be able to leave the hospital and recover at ho in about five or six days."
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