Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

"Ah Ting..." She shouted hoarsely.

In the next second, she felt the bed beside her sink, and Jun Tingmo's handsome face appeared in her eyes.

Seeing this, she was startled, and reached out to touch the man's cheek: "It's been a while since I shaved, so ugly." She smiled deliberately.

The man deliberately rubbed his chin on her cheek, and after a while, Luo Qingqian finally couldn't help laughing through tears.

"What's wrong? So emotional today?"

Luo Qingqian asked amusedly, "By the way, am I not in the hospital? Why did I get here..."

She asked several questions in a row, but she suddenly fell silent while asking herself, her memory began to come back, about what happened yesterday, it seemed that the scene was still in her mind.

She seemed to have fallen, and then it hurt... The pain was comparable to the one five years ago.

Luo Qingqian's face paled in an instant, looking at Jun Tingmo's eyes slightly watery, she sniffed, and asked softly, "Ah Ting, tell me, what's wrong with me?"

"It's nothing, trust me, okay?" Jun Tingmo's eyes were a little red, he hugged the girl's head, and kissed her face a few times, the two of them warmed each other like two lone wolves.

"I believe in you." Luo Qingqian bit her lips, her voice full of tears.

How could she not know what happened, but the man didn't want her to be sad, she wanted to reassure him, so she must promise him.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Jun Tingmo asked in a low voice.

Luo Qingqian shook her head obediently. Actually, it didn't hurt anymore, and it was very warm. The man seemed to keep warming her stomach.

"That's good." The man sighed, and then asked, "Are you hungry?"

"No... I want to eat some porridge." In fact, she was not hungry at all, but seeing the man's concerned eyes, she shook her head obediently.

The next second, the man stood up, as if he was going to order something.

Luo Qingqian wiped her eyes, reached out to the side of the bedside table, and took out the phone.

As soon as I turned it on, I saw many missed calls.

Ten of them belonged to Father Luo, and the rest belonged to Mr. Han.

Just as she was about to call back, Mr. Han's call came in. She hesitated for a moment, and then pressed lightly to connect: "Hello?"

"Qianqian." Han Lao was very anxious before, especially after reading the news on the Internet, now he heard Luo Qingqian's voice, he was relieved, but at the same time, he didn't know how to speak.

He naturally knew what had happened, but he had no words to comfort her.

"Qianqian, when will you come back, grandpa will definitely raise you back to the good look you had before." Elder Han blew on his beard and said with concern.

Luo Qingqian felt warm in her heart. Hearing this, she whispered: "Grandpa, I understand, you should also rest well, don't stay up late, I will be back in a few days."

"Qianqian, I asked your brother to speak for you on the Internet. That brat, who has no skills, has a voice on some Weibo or blog. We will protect you. If that brat Ah Ting can't protect you You, grandpa will protect you for the rest of your life!"

The old man's loud words made Luo Qingqian's eyes turn red instantly.

She suppressed the choking in her voice, "Grandpa, thank you."

"I am your grandfather, do you still need your thanks?" The old man snorted arrogantly, and then said, this time, he seemed to lower his voice on purpose: "I asked Han Yuzhong to go to your place, if you want to do something, just tell me He is."