Qianjin's counterattack: Mr. Gu stay away from me

After Xiaoguan arrived at Zheng's old house, she parked the car, and then got out of the car with Leng Qiuhong, who was still holding the gift box in his hand.

Seeing this, Xiao Guan said to her: "Miss Leng, give me these gift boxes, your injury is not fully healed yet, I don't want to be blamed by Special Assistant Xing again."

After hearing her words, Leng Qiuhong could only say helplessly: "Okay." Then he handed all the things in his hand to her, and Xiao Guan naturally took the gift box.

Then the two came to the door of Zheng's house together. Xiao Guan knocked on the door with one free hand. After a while, someone opened the door. The servant who opened the door saw the two people standing at the door, and naturally No stranger, after taking the things in Xiao Guan's hand, he let the two of them in.

After Xiao Guan and Leng Qiuhong came in, they changed their shoes at the entrance before walking in. Wu Meijuan also came out after hearing the movement. Seeing that it was Leng Qiuhong, she said politely: "Miss Leng, why are you here? Sit down quickly." After saying that, she asked them to sit on the sofa.

Then he ordered the servant at the side: "Hurry up and make a pot of tea." Hearing this, the servant quickly brought over the tea and put it on the coffee table.

Wu Meijuan personally poured them two cups of tea: "Miss Leng, Miss Guan, drink the tea first." Then she handed the tea to Leng Qiuhong and Xiao Guan.

After Leng Qiuhong took the tea, he politely said thank you!Then she took a symbolic sip and put the cup on the table. She looked at Wu Meijuan and said, "Auntie, I came here this time to see how Mr. Zheng's legs are doing?" She explained her purpose of coming.

After hearing this, Wu Meijuan complained and said: "It is said that the muscles and bones have been hurt for a hundred days, and it has been less than half a month. Naturally, Jiaming can't get out of bed." She still looked distressed.

After hearing what Wu Meijuan said, Leng Qiuhong felt even more guilty in his heart, and said in an apologetic tone: "Mr. Zheng, he was injured in order to save me. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't be like this." Yes. , if it wasn't for Zheng Jiaming's quick response back then, he should be the one lying on the bed now.

"It's okay, Ms. Leng, don't feel guilty and feel sorry for him. Jia Ming should do that as a man." Although Wu Meijuan said so, she still complained a little in her heart. After all, the injured person was her son. Can a mother not feel distressed?But there is no other way.

"Aunt, then I'll go up and see Mr. Zheng." Leng Qiuhong said to Wu Meijuan, she came to see Zheng Jiaming, and it's not a problem to sit downstairs all the time.

Wu Meijuan nodded: "Jiaming is in the bedroom." No matter how dissatisfied she was in her heart, she still couldn't show it on her face.

Leng Qiuhong nodded, and walked upstairs, but Xiao Guan naturally did not follow, she sat downstairs and waited, and it was not appropriate for her to follow at this time.

Leng Qiuhong came to the door of Zheng Jiaming's bedroom, out of politeness she stretched out her hand and knocked on the door, waited for Zheng Jiaming's voice to come from inside, then opened the door and came in.

Zheng Jiaming, who was lying on the bed reading a book, raised his head and saw that it was Leng Qiuhong, his eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect that she would come back at this time, and the joy on his face could not be concealed. He quickly sat up and looked at the She said, "Miss Leng, why are you here? Sit down quickly." Zheng Jiaming was really happy that Leng Qiuhong could come.

Seeing this, Leng Qiuhong helped him up, and put another pillow on him, Zheng Jiaming leaned on the bed, and thanked him very politely.

Leng Qiuhong shook his head to indicate that he didn't need it, then sat down beside him, and said, "Mr. Zheng, how is your leg injury?" She asked about his condition, with a look of guilt on her face.

Zheng Jiaming said nonchalantly: "Oh, the leg injury, it will heal in a short time, it's not a problem, so don't think about it." Naturally, he noticed the guilt on Leng Qiuhong's face.

Hearing this, Leng Qiuhong nodded lightly, then picked up the apple on the side, lowered his head and peeled it seriously, the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not speak, but Zheng Jiaming kept his eyes on Leng Qiuhong , has not moved.

For some reason, Zheng Jiaming saw the shadow of Jing Wanqiu from her body, and couldn't help feeling a little lost, thinking about their past.

Soon, Leng Qiuhong peeled the apple and handed it to him. Seeing that the person on the bed didn't respond, he said, "Mr. Zheng, the apple is ready, Mr. Zheng?"

After hearing Leng Qiuhong's voice, Zheng Jiaming came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly, took a bite of the apple, chewed and swallowed it.

"Mr. Zheng, what happened to you just now? I didn't even react when I handed you the apple." Leng Qiuhong asked, it was the first time she saw Zheng Jiaming like this, she was very confused, so she asked aloud.

After hearing her words, Zheng Jiaming didn't intend to hide anything, so he replied: "It's nothing, I just saw that you resembled my old friend Jing Wanqiu, so I lost my mind for a while."

Leng Qiuhong smiled and didn't speak. She thought of how hard she stayed by Zheng Jiaming's side back then, but what about now?But in exchange, he turned out to be just a word from an old friend, not even an ex-girlfriend, thanks to the fact that I had paid so much for him back then, if she had known it would be like this, she shouldn't have treated him like that in the first place, thinking this way, There was a wry smile on the corner of her mouth.

Zheng Jiaming, who was sitting on the bed, didn't notice that Leng Qiuhong's mood was a little off. Instead, he continued to eat the apple, and said vaguely: "Miss Leng, would you like to eat an apple too, it's very sweet."

Leng Qiuhong shook her head, expressing that she didn't want to eat. She felt that she couldn't stay here any longer, so she said to Zheng Jiaming, "Mr. Zheng, I have other things to do, so I'll leave first." He picked up his bag and was ready to leave.

Although Zheng Jiaming didn't want her to go, but he said he had something to do and it was hard for him to keep her, so he said, "Okay, I'll come back when I have time."

Leng Qiuhong nodded, then hurriedly turned around and left. When she went out, she helped him close the door. After she went out, she didn't leave in a hurry. She leaned in the corridor for a while to calm down her emotions. Afraid that I would be one step too late, the tears could not be controlled.

But when she thought that Zheng Jiaming regarded herself as an old friend now, she felt uncomfortable in her heart, like a needle being pricked, she couldn't breathe in pain, even after such a long time, when she heard him say her name, I still feel uncomfortable.