Chapter 91 Worrying about Her

Tang Susu ran all the way and finally arrived at He Zhimo's house.

She stood at the door, raised her hand to press the doorbell, and looked up at the camera at the door, "He Zhimo, it's me."

The next second, the door opened automatically.

She came in quickly and closed the door gently.

At the entrance, there is a pair of pink brand new slippers.

She was stunned for a few seconds.

He Zhimo's family in that world had also prepared these slippers for her, exactly the same cartoon rabbit slippers.

She changed into slippers.

The living room was dim, with only a light on in the entrance hall.

I could vaguely see a man sitting on the sofa.

The girl asked cautiously, "He Zhimo, can I turn on the light?"

The living room has voice-controlled lights.

The next second, the living room lit up instantly.

The whole room was brightly lit by the crystal chandelier.

Tang Susu stood there, stunned.

This house and its decoration are exactly the same as the one He Zhimo bought before.

She lowered her head and saw the man sitting quietly on the sofa, wearing a black shirt and with dark eyes, staring at her intently.

Everything before her seemed to prove that this He Zhimo was the He Zhimo she knew.

She rushed over and looked at him with eyes full of expectation, "He Zhimo, it's you? It's you, right?"

The man's body stiffened slightly. He looked at the girl coldly, "Ms. Tang, you've got the wrong person. I'm not your friend."

Tang Susu was stunned, her clear and beautiful eyes full of grievance.

He is!

He is the He Zhimo she knows!

He is obviously that He Zhimo.

How come he doesn't recognize her?

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.

She lowered her head, and her pure white skirt was covered with shocking blood.

This blood?

She herself was not injured.

She was stunned and realized that this might be He Zhimo's blood.

She looked at the man sitting on the sofa again, his black shirt was torn at the arms, and the black shirt was soaked with bright red.

"He Zhimo, you're hurt!" she couldn't help but exclaim.

The man lowered his head, not looking at her, and said in a light tone, "It's just a minor injury."

"It's not just a minor injury, you've lost so much blood." Tang Susu looked at the wet black shirt that was soaked with blood, and her heart couldn't help but ache.

She stood up and was about to help him, "I'll take you to the hospital."

The man shook off her hand and said in a low, cold voice, "No, I'm fine. Miss Tang, since you have seen me, please go back and have dinner with your childhood sweetheart, brother. I need to rest."

Tang Susu was stunned.

This man looked cold and angry, just like when she first met him. Even if his leg was broken, he would keep her away and refused to go to the hospital.

How stubborn this person is.

She looked down at him with clear eyes, "If you really don't want me to come, why did you call me so many times?"

The man's body stiffened, and he suddenly raised his head, looking at her with dark eyes.

Tang Susu felt inexplicably panicked, and then narrowed her eyes.

She didn't know what he was thinking. Since he called her so many times, he probably didn't hate her.

He should still be the same as before, soft on the outside but actually very soft on the inside.

"Don't think too much. The fact that you called me first when you were injured proves that you consider me a friend!"

She took a step forward and approached her. "Friends, there's nothing wrong with helping each other!"

"Friend?" The man on the sofa chuckled and looked at her mockingly.

Tang Susu's heart suddenly weakened, and she lowered her head, not daring to look the man in the eye.

In the past, when she approached him, she really just regarded him as a friend.

But now she has evil intentions and impure motives.

She wanted to be closer to him, more than just friends.