Mr. Chief, We're A Contractual Marriage

With a slight smile, Ling surong turned to give up her position so that CICI could go to Luo Jin's poetry.

"Thank you, aunt."

CICI thanked politely. Some things are in everyone's heart. When they don't come out, they won't feel anything.

Ling surong still smiled: "it's getting more and more beautiful. Since you're here, talk to Jin Shi. I'll go back first."

Stroking the forehead of Luo Jin's poem, Ling surong turned around with a smile, informed Wei Jiacheng next to her, and made a gesture to leave.

"Mom, weijiacheng has reserved a hotel room for you. I think you may not like the original room, so I changed it for you. I don't know if you like it or not! "

Luo Jinshi half leaned against her body and said softly.

"No, silly boy, it's rare for me to return home. I'd better go home and live. When you get well and leave the hospital, I can see you from time to time. Have a good rest. When mom arranges these, she will bring you stew. Don't think about it, you know? "

Ling surong explained again that it was not her daughter who made her uneasy, but when she suddenly saw CICI, Ling surong didn't feel so good in her heart. A very special thing, but I can't understand it at all.

Luo Jinshi smiled, looked at Ling surong and said, "Mom, take a rest when you go home. I'll be fine when I get jet lag. It's all over. I'll get better soon. "

Even if Luo Jinshi couldn't figure out the child's affairs, there was no way. It had already happened. Luo Jinshi thought a lot of it these days or two. So she doesn't want to think anymore. Everything, let what should come and go. And Fu Xinrui, who also encountered the same problem, Luo Jinshi didn't know whether to go and see her at that time.

For a moment, the originally noisy ward suddenly became quiet. In the whole room, only Luo Jinshi and CICI were left.

"I didn't expect that such a thing would happen. When I first heard it, I really couldn't believe it!" CICI looked at Luo Jinshi painfully and said.

"It's all right. It's all over."

Unconsciously, CICI was in a good mood. I just met Ling surong. I don't know what happened in my heart. Suddenly, CICI became a little depressed.

"Your mother is really more and more beautiful. She looks younger than before."

CICI's eyes were dark and gently praised Luo Jin's poetry.

"When you get to my mother's age, you may be many times more beautiful than her."

Luo Jinshi smiled. When CICI looked at her, he smiled at her. Indeed, Luo Jin's poetry looks really better.

"Eh, only you two?"

On the door, a man suddenly pushed the door in. One after another, Luo Jinshi smelled a fragrance of flowers. Oh, by the way, this is the taste Luo Jin doesn't like.

"Well, Mr. Liao, why are you?"

Luo Jinshi covered her nose and looked helplessly at the liaoqing river. CICI, on the other hand, likes the taste very much. Liao Qinghe looked at the exaggerated Luo Jin's poem, then looked at the flowers in his hands, and said to Luo Jin's poem, "why, is there a problem with my flower?"

"Poof... Mr. Liao, there's no problem with your flower. The problem is that Miss Luo of our door doesn't like the taste. So put it aside. "

CICI said with a smile and looked at the extremely exaggerated Luojin poem. Liao Qinghe hasn't bought flowers for many years. He doesn't know what to buy to see Luo Jinshi. He thinks about it. Such a young girl, so I bought this bunch of flowers. I think it's the taste that a person liked a long time ago in his memory. Therefore, he bought one by magic. But I don't know. Luo Jin doesn't like poetry!

Of course, Liao Qinghe can't guess that this will be what CICI likes.

"I thought you would like flowers, but I didn't expect..." Liao Qinghe said with a little apology.

"Of course, I like flowers very much. However, I was allergic to flowers when I was a child. Although I am not allergic now, I still don't like the taste." Luo Jin said softly.

Liao Qinghe is about the same age as Luo Jinshi's father. However, Liao Qinghe looks very well maintained, but he looks a lot younger. A demeanor, a temperament and a mature man's steadiness make this man get along very well with women like Luo Jinshi and CICI. There is no generation gap!

"But you bought the right flower. I don't like it. It's just that someone likes it. CICI, I'll leave it to you to help me deal with this problem. "

Luo Jin's poetry looked at CICI. At that time, Liao Qinghe also looked at CICI on one side. Suddenly, in my heart, the original good impression of CICI increased a lot. A familiar feeling, a familiar taste, between two people, it is invisible to pull up a bridge.

"So, Miss CICI likes the taste."

Liao Qinghe's eyes at CICI are meaningful. Naturally, when Luo Jin's poem looked at these two people, she also understood the light waves flowing in Liao Qinghe's eyes.

For a moment, CICI suddenly felt this special aura. Originally, she also knew that there were some origins between Liao Qinghe and Xun. Otherwise, there would be no truth about some things Liao Qinghe tried hard to find out.

"Well, Jin Shi, I've been here for so long. There are still many things. I have to go back first. You should take good care of yourself and get better quickly. "

When he couldn't dominate the aura, CICI instinctively wanted to escape. She is not stupid. Naturally, she can see the special look Liao Qinghe looks into her eyes. Of course, CICI doesn't know which old friend Liao Qinghe once looked like, but now Liao Qinghe seems to have transferred this feeling to himself.

"OK, go, go."

Liao Qinghe watched CICI leave and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

"I know you want to tell me that, Mr. Liao, right. When I feel better, I'll help you finish it first. That is, two or three days later, I'm almost fine. It's just a minor operation. The doctor also said I'm recovering well. "

Luo Jinshi smiled. Liao Qinghe knew it was going to happen. She was a little confused. Maybe it's because of CICI. However, Luo Jin's poems are very considerate.

"Thank you. You can even guess what I think. Really... "

Liao Qinghe said awkwardly.

"I can guess not only this, but also something. Mr. Liao, you seem to have the temperament and demeanor to accompany CICI. Why, why don't you go to see her off soon. You have to find a way to get that bunch of flowers away, or I'll be uncomfortable. If you want to succeed in your career, you have to grasp your own happiness! "

Liao Qinghe always felt that he was very handy in everything, except this one. Maybe Luo Jin's poetry is right. Happiness, but also to fight for their own.

"OK, I see. I'll take care of this bunch of flowers for you. Later, I'm ordering one for you! "

With that, Liao Qinghe chased CICI. He had such an impulse for the first time in so many years! Liao Qinghe smiled and saw CICI not far ahead. It was like walking. Walk slowly!