Chapter 677 (1/2)

She is not a generous girl, facing a woman who never forgets Lu Mingzhe and even has ideas.

She will never allow them to approach Lu Mingzhe.

Yes, in love, people are selfish.

The man you love can only belong to her! Other women, don't get close!

However

Luo Ziqing just stepped forward, gently patted Ruan Zaizai's hand and said with a gentle smile: ”don't worry, I just go in and have a look. I won't disturb President Lu.”

Then she strode in.

Ruan Zaizai: ”

She turned her mouth and could only follow in.

”Mr. Lu, are you better?”

Luo Ziqing came in, put the heat preservation bucket on the table and said, ”this is the soup I made specially for you. You should try it while it's hot. I believe President Lu will give me face. ”

When the voice fell to the ground, Lu Mingzhe opened his eyes and straightened up.

His eyes looked in the direction of Luo Ziqing. A pair of deep black eyes had no waves, light and cold, ”Miss Luo?”

Lu Mingzhe seemed surprised by Luo Ziqing's arrival, ”Why are you here?”

”What's more, Miss Luo? If President Lu doesn't mind, we've known each other for so long. Just call me Ziqing.”

Luo Ziqing stood aside and looked up and down at Lu Mingzhe for a while. He found that although the man's face was pale and his head was wrapped in gauze, he was still so handsome. Apart from the fine scars on the corners of his eyes and the scars on his face, although some were different from usual, he added a touch of ruffian to his handsome.

”Does it hurt...?”

Luo Ziqing looked at it and couldn't help reaching out to touch Lu Mingzhe's face. She had no other idea. She just wanted to heal the man's wounds

”Miss Luo, please respect yourself.”

Lu Mingzhe turned his head and avoided Luo Ziqing's touch. His tone was very cold.

”Oh, oh...”

For a moment, Luo Ziqing recovered and found that he had made such a special move. Luo Ziqing was embarrassed, but what she hated more was... Did Lu Mingzhe just don't want her to touch him? So eager to avoid? At least she is also a girl

”Sorry.”

Luo Ziqing's tone was hurt, so he said, ”it's my faux pas.”

They should not embarrass others if they come to visit them with kindness.

After a while, Lu Mingzhe's particularly stiff voice sounded: ”I don't blame you, it's my own reason.” Nothing else, he hates people touching him.

”President Lu.”

Looking at the man's angular facial features closely, although it is cold, it still makes people want to get close.

Luo Ziqing opened the heat preservation bucket, presented a bowl of soup and carefully sent it to Lu Mingzhe.

The aroma of thick soup overflowed in the ward.

In the thin soup fog, Luo Zi's qingmingmei smile seemed to be empty. She whispered and said, ”now that you've woke up, have a bowl. Mr. Lu, you won't refuse me, will you? This is my heart. ”

“……”