Jiang Lan stared at Sister Lin and raised her hand and gestured: I am not a wife.

Mrs. Lin was stunned for a moment, showing an awkward smile that she didn't know how to answer, and reached out to support Jiang Lan, "Let's go down and have a meal first."

With the help of Mrs. Lin, Jiang Lan stood up from the bed and limped downstairs.

Lu Jingchi was already sitting in the restaurant. He changed into light gray home clothes and his hair fell off. Although there was no expression on his face, he looked several years younger.

When Jiang Lan saw his look, his heartbeat vaguely faster.

Apart from those indifferent eyes, he could almost meet the boy in her memory at this moment, making her floating heart slightly calmer.

Jiang Lan walked to him and sat down, staring at him with scrutiny and suspicion.

Lu Jingchi, who was looking at his phone, suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her. When the two of them had their eyes collided, Jiang Lan quickly lowered his head.

The man opposite gave her the feeling that he was like him, but not him.

Lu Jingchi didn't say anything. He put down his cell phone and had dinner on his own.

Mrs. Lin picked up the chopsticks next to her and helped Jiang Lan pick up the food, "Madam, eat it quickly."

Jiang Lan came to his senses and quickly picked up the chopsticks and ate the rice in his mouth.

This meal was particularly silent.

After Jiang Lan finished eating, she was helped to the sofa by Sister Lin, and Dr. Hu examined her wounds.

She lifted up her pants legs. The wound that was bitten by a dog before was still there, and it had thick scabs, which were crisscrossed on her fair legs, looking very scary.

But this is nothing serious. When the scar falls, it will basically heal.

But her knees were red, and Dr. Hu poked her knee with his fingers and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Lan nodded honestly.

Dr. Hu wanted to suggest that she go to the hospital for a film, but when he saw Lu Jingchi's expressionless face, he swallowed the words he said to his mouth.

"Maybe I've hit a bone. If you can walk, there should be no big problem. I'll give you some stuttering wine."

He said to himself, took out the beating wine and rubbed Jiang Lan's knees and spread the blood.

Jiang Lan was so painful that she was dead. She held the sofa with both hands, trembling all over, and a lot of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Lu Jingchi sat diagonally across from reading the newspaper. From the time he saw her to now, he had said two words.

Anyone with eyes can tell that he is in a bad mood now, but no one knows why he is in a bad mood.

"Okay." Dr. Hu put away his slumber and looked at Lu Jingchi. He was still reading the newspaper.

Dr. Hu was very tactful and winked at Sister Lin and signaled to step down quickly.

Soon, the two of them stepped down and the living room became quieter.

Jiang Lan sat crampedly on the sofa, looking at Lu Jingchi.

He didn't even give her a look, and Jiang Lan could only sit on the sofa.

Lu Jingchi suddenly answered a call. He got up with the phone and passed by Jiang Lan. A faint fragrance of gardenia came from him.

This kind of fragrant and elegant smell is actually very inconsistent when it comes to such a cold person as him.

If you don't look at his face, you will think he is a very gentle person.

Jiang Lan followed him, and she looked back at him as he watched him go upstairs with the phone.

She had been sitting on the sofa, and Jiang Lan felt that this place did not belong to her, so she dared not walk around.

I don’t know how long I took it, but Lu Jingchi called for an hour, and it was already past ten o’clock in the evening when he came out.

He stood upstairs and looked down, and saw Jiang Lan quietly sitting on the sofa.
Chapter completed!