The figure at the door flickered, and Jin Zeming walked in.

Luo Xingchen hurriedly put the phone down, closed his eyes, and pretended to be still sleeping.

She turned her head slightly, burying most of her face in the pillow, her long hair falling down to cover the other side.

On her face, tears were not dry, stained on her hair and spread on her cheeks, making her soft skin a little uncomfortable.

"Frank is a well-known specialist in brain surgery, and when your brother wakes up, Helen, a rehabilitation specialist, will help him restore brain and body coordination as soon as possible."

Jin Zeming sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly lifted the sheets, and checked her feet.

Luo Xingchen bit his lip and opened his eyes, it turned out that this man had just seen what she was doing.

"You invited it?" Her voice was hoarse.

As soon as the words fell, the sadness suppressed in her chest suddenly poured out of her throat, and she couldn't help but gasp.

Jin Zeming's gaze slowly moved from her swollen ankle.

She was lying flat, but her head was on her side, and her black hair obscured most of her face.

He reached out and ruffled the strands away.

On his cheeks, those faint tear stains, scratching his heart, slightly tingling with pain.

He knew she was worried about her brother in the hospital, and slowly, his fingertips rubbed the tear stains.

Nor to speak, just to wipe gently.

Luo Xingchen tried his best to suppress the pain in his heart, his silence was more terrifying than any weapon, as if he could tear down the wall of her heart and break her disguise at any time.

How could she show weakness in front of him?

No matter how much she needs a strong shoulder.

"I want to go back."

"When you can walk on the ground, go back."

"I can," Luo Xingchen sat up angrily, lifted the sheet and got out of bed, but landed on one foot.

The injured right foot was raised slightly.

Jin Zeming looked at her and waited for her to continue.

She looked down at her ankle, which looked like it was back to normal, but she was too scared to actually walk on that foot.

"I just can't go, but it doesn't affect me to go home. Jin Zeming, even if you are my boss, you can't hinder my freedom. ”

"I'm not your boss, I'm your financier, so you don't have freedom during the trading period." He spoke in a calm tone and spoke unhurriedly.

But there was a little displeasure in his eyes, which made his handsome face stained with a few frosts.

Damn it!

Luo Xingchen gritted his teeth and sat on the edge of the bed helplessly.

Jin Zeming got up, and when he spared the bed stool, he grabbed her nightgown, slowly approached her, and gently draped the nightgown over her body.

Indeed, it was not difficult to get her back.

But he didn't want to let her go back, he wanted to spend a few days with her in this strange city.

As for why, even he himself could not answer.

His explanation to himself was, fresh.

Maybe after that fresh energy, he will start to get tired of this arrogant and money-hungry woman.

In short, he never embarrassed himself, so since he wanted to be with her, he would never let her go.

……

A black Mercedes nanny car drove into the Atlanta Hotel in D City.

Chu Xiangyun, who was wearing sunglasses, got out of the car and took the elevator directly from the splendid lobby to the forty-sixth floor.

Standing in front of the door of room 4618, she stopped, looking down at her toes.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and gently pressed the doorbell.

Someone came and opened the door, it was a fair-skinned and slightly thin young man, "Mrs. Jin......"