Luo Jiaojiao's eyes revealed sincere concern. She sighed softly and whispered, "You should take a hot bath. Cold water is too cold and not good for your health. You will be more likely to get rheumatism when you are old."
There was a hint of worry in her voice, "Besides, you are so much older than me. What if you don't take good care of yourself and die earlier than me?" She only muttered this in a low voice and did not say it to Leng Mohan, as if she was afraid of causing him displeasure.
However, Leng Mohan's ears were extremely sensitive, like a radar, clearly capturing every word she said.
The slight touch of emotion that originally arose in my heart suddenly became worthless like discarded garbage.
"Don't worry, even if I die, I will try my best not to die too soon, and I will definitely wait for you." He took a deep breath, took the bag, nodded silently, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
He was originally a little impatient with Luo Jiaojiao's behavior, but at this moment, he was somewhat moved by her attentiveness and care.
When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Luo Jiaojiao, his eyes full of concern and determination, and said, "Don't go out again, okay? Wait until I come back to talk about anything."
At this moment, Luo Jiaojiao was still immersed in the embarrassment of Leng Mohan hearing what she had just said. When she heard his instructions, she nodded quickly, and a warm feeling rose in her heart.
She secretly told herself that she must be more careful in the future and not go out easily. After Leng Mohan went out, he locked the door, as if only in this way could he feel at ease.
He was worried that any accidents might happen again, and just wanted her to wait for him to come back in this small space.
Leng Mohan leaned against the door, and for a moment he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that he cared too much about Luo Jiaojiao. With that bond between them, his future behavior would be restricted. After all, he was no longer single, he had a family now, and now he had Luo Jiaojiao, and in a few years they would have children.
"Mo Han." When Wang Li was about to go out for a shower, he saw Leng Mo Han leaning against the door and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
When Leng Mohan heard the sound, he suddenly pulled the man away and took him downstairs.
"No, what's wrong with you? Why are you standing at the door of the dormitory in a daze? Are you angry with your wife because of what happened with Zhou Lin just now? You know who Zhou Lin is. He must have instigated this. Your wife is obviously innocent. Besides, you are much better than Zhou Lin in both ability and appearance. How could your husband be interested in Zhou Lin's kind of person?"
Wang Li thought Leng Mohan was concerned about Zhou Lin molesting his wife, so he tried to persuade him.
"I know very well that Luo Jiaojiao will never be tempted by someone like Zhou Lin. After all, my appearance and strength are obvious to all. As long as Luo Jiaojiao is not blind, she will definitely make a wise choice. I'm not angry with her, it's just..."
Leng Mohan swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, with an indescribable complex expression on his face.
"Just what?" Wang Li looked at him in surprise and actually saw a hint of hesitation on his face. Is this still the decisive and ruthless Leng Mohan he knew?
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