Chapter 213 She hated Jiang Yanchu to death.

Jiang Yanchu's tone was not one to be refused but full of concern, "Open the door, I'll accompany you."

No outsiders are allowed to enter Lou Zhao's laboratory without permission, including Jiang Yanchu.

Lou Zhao's eyes shone with amusement, and he asked nonchalantly, "Why, you want to mess with me in the lab again?"

Jiang Yanchu was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, and said frankly, "No."

Lou Zhao put away his amusement and said seriously, "I want to be alone."

"Let me in, I won't talk."

"You talk like a dog."

"good."

Lou Zhao hung up the video call and opened the laboratory door using his phone.

The door opened and Jiang Yanchu came in. He raised his eyes and looked into the laboratory, his gaze fixed on Lou Zhao.

She was lying on a recliner, wearing only a thin white coat.

Jiang Yanchu walked over and the laboratory door closed behind him.

The temperature inside the laboratory was much lower than outside. Jiang Yanchu took a thin blanket from the side, walked to Lou Zhao, and covered her with the blanket.

"Cover yourself up, don't catch a cold."

Lou Zhao looked up and met Jiang Yanchu's eyes. He was about to speak, but he spoke first, "I'm a dog."

Lou Zhao: “…”

Jiang Yanchu moved a chair over and sat next to Lou Zhao.

"Are you hungry?"

Lou Zhao seemed to be hungry, but she felt that she couldn't eat anything and had no appetite at all. "I'm not hungry."

Jiang Yanchu hummed, "It's so cold here, shall we go home? I'll cook for you when I get home."

"not good."

"Then what do you need to do to be willing to go home?" Jiang Yanchu asked patiently.

Lou Zhao turned his head to look at Jiang Yanchu's face and deliberately made things difficult for him, "You should imitate the barking of a dog."

Jiang Yanchu's expression was natural, without any trace of humiliation, "Woof."

"Can we go home now?" He held Lou Zhao's hand, and the cold temperature passed through her skin. Jiang Yanchu frowned and completely wrapped her heart in his large and warm palm.

Lou Zhao said in a rather unreasonable tone, "But I'm very tired and I don't want to move."

The other party had obviously gone a little too far, but Jiang Yanchu was not angry and was still willing to coax him.

He stood up, lowered his tall and straight body in front of Lou Zhao, and turned his broad back towards her.

"Come up."

Lou Zhao's eyes flashed and his lips curled up unconsciously.

She sat up straight, pulled the thin blanket aside, opened her arms and lay on Jiang Yanchu's back.

Two soft, pale arms were wrapped around his neck.

Jiang Yanchu placed his palms on Lou Zhao's hips, stood up steadily, and walked out of the laboratory in the night.

Outside the laboratory, Jiang Yanchu's car was parked outside.

Jiang Yanchu freed up a hand, opened the passenger door, placed Lou Zhao on the passenger seat, then closed the door, walked around the front of the car, and sat in the driver's seat himself.

Jiang Yanchu started the car with one hand and grabbed a bag of snacks with the other hand and stuffed it into Lou Zhao's hand.

"Eat something to fill your stomach."

Lou Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at the snacks in his hand.

It was past eight in the evening. Jiang Yanchu knew that she hadn't eaten lunch, and that she was actually hungry, so he specially prepared some snacks.

Lou Zhao felt confused, "Jiang Yanchu, why are you so nice to me?"

Jiang Yanchu didn't hesitate, and said with a firm tone, "Because I love you."

"But I don't love you."

"I don't care."

“…”

"I can wait, until you love me."

“…”

After a few seconds of silence, Lou Zhao said "oh" in a muffled way without expressing his opinion.

But you could hear her shyness.

Jiang Yanchu glanced at Lou Zhao and smiled, his tone doting, "Silly boy."

…

The car drove into the garage.

Jiang Yanchu got out of the car, walked to the passenger seat, opened the door, looked down at Lou Zhao, opened his arms, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to hug me again?"

"No need." Lou Zhao got out of the car by himself.

The two left from the garage.

The closer Jiang Yanchu got to home, the more nervous he became. His heart was in a rage and his body was tense.

He didn't know if what he did was right.

I don’t know if Lou Zhao can accept it.

With a "ding" sound, the door unlocked and opened. At that moment, Jiang Yanchu's heart was in his throat.

Pushing the door open, Lou Zhao looked inside the room and suddenly stopped.

The living room was specially decorated, with balloons floating in the air and piled on the clean floor. A huge bouquet of pink roses stood there, and the letters 'Happy Birthday' stood in the air.

There were cakes, gift boxes and small bouquets of flowers on the table.

Jiang Yanchu stared at Lou Zhao's expression and swallowed nervously, "Happy birthday, Zhao Zhao——"

The last word was still lingering in the air when Lou Zhao interrupted coldly, "I said I don't celebrate my birthday."

In Lou Zhao's life, there has never been a birthday celebration because her birthday is the anniversary of her mother's death.

Knowing that she still couldn't accept it, Jiang Yanchu quickly apologized, "Zhao Zhao, I'm sorry..."

"Take all this stuff away."

Lou Zhao walked into the house and went straight to her bedroom.

Jiang Yanchu called her, "Zhao Zhao, aren't you going to have dinner?"

“No.”

After saying these cold words, Lou Zhao slammed the door with a loud and harsh bang.

Jiang Yanchu was the only one left in the huge living room, and it was eerily quiet.

It was clearly a joyful birthday party setting, but it exuded an endless sense of sadness.

Jiang Yanchu didn't care about these things at first. Instead, he went to the kitchen, brought the food and knocked on Lou Zhao's bedroom door.

"Zhao Zhao, can you eat first?"

It was quiet inside, without any sound coming out.

Jiang Yanchu knocked again and continued to call her, but there was no response.

In desperation, Jiang Yanchu had to check the surveillance footage in the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Lou Zhao sat on the edge of the bed with his thin eyelids drooping. His long, slender eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.

After less than two seconds, Lou Zhao looked up as if she had noticed something and looked at the camera in the corner of the ceiling. Her eyes were cold and she suppressed her anger. She picked up her phone and smashed it at him.

It hit the camera precisely.

The monitoring screen on Jiang Yanchu's mobile phone flashed twice and finally went black.

Looking at the broken surveillance camera, Jiang Yanchu pursed his lips and went to the bedroom door, knocking and calling her, "Zhao Zhao, can you come out?"

I begged and admitted my mistake, "Eat first, I know I was wrong."

Lou Zhao felt annoyed by the chatter outside the door and cursed, "Get lost."

"If you keep making noise, get out."

Jiang Yanchu fell silent for a moment, not daring to act rashly again.

Lou Zhao raised his hand and scratched his hair impatiently, his chest filled with frustration and anger that he had nowhere to vent.

She hated Jiang Yanchu to death.

Why did you take the initiative to celebrate her birthday without my permission?

On the day she was born, her mother died on her hospital bed giving birth to her.

Why should she celebrate her birthday? What right does she have to celebrate her birthday?

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became, and his emotions got out of control. Lou Zhao's fingers uncontrollably grabbed the skin of his arms, scratching them fiercely, causing a burning pain.

Realizing that it might be a somatic symptom, Lou Zhao opened the drawer, took out a bottle of medicine, popped the cork, tilted his head back and drank it all.

The next second, Lou Zhao fell straight onto the bed.