"Okay, okay." Sister Tan quickly put down the chicken soup bowl and took the cup with both hands.
Soon, warm water was poured for her, "Do you need anything else?"
"Thank you, no need." She said, "You are busy first, don't worry about me."
Sister Tan glanced at the chicken soup again, and Li Mi said, "Take it away, I don't want to drink it."
"Okay." Sister Tan turned around and took the chicken soup, "Then I'll ask you again in a while, I'll give it to you when I want to drink it."
After she left, Li Mi held the thermos, her eyes were gone, and her heart was filled with bitterness. It turned out that when a person was extremely sad, he could not cry at all.
Because the tears have dried up.
After nightfall, Zhang Linmo came back and he bought a mobile phone for Li Mi.
Her complexion was still pale, which scared Sister Tan very much. Why was there no blood on her face?
"How is Miss Li?" Zhang Linmo asked after entering the door, "Does she eat?"
"I gave Miss Li chicken soup three times, but she refused to drink it. She held the cup and drank some warm water. She sat alone on the bedside in a daze, not crying or making a fuss." Sister Tan felt very distressed, "
She looks really haggard.”
"Give me the chicken soup," he said.
"good."
After a while, Sister Tan came out of the kitchen and handed him the chicken soup bowl.
Zhang Linmo took it and went upstairs.
Opening the empty door of the master bedroom, Zhang Linmo saw the woman sitting on the head of the bed at a glance. He came to the bed with chicken soup, "The body is my own. I bought a new villa. If you starve to death here, will you be glad.
Unlucky? You can't even sell it at a good price."
Li Mi came back to her senses and realized that he was standing in front of the bed.
"Give it." He handed over the soup bowl, "You must prefer to drink it yourself than to let me feed it."
She hadn't eaten for a long time, and she knew that her body was her own. Even without Jingting, she still had Zhan Zhan and Duoduo, so she couldn't collapse.
So Li Mi reached out to take the bowl he handed over, and quietly finished the chicken soup under his supervision.
Take the empty bowl from her hand, Zhang Linmo put the medicine prescribed by the doctor on the bedside table and poured a cup of warm water, "Take three pills each to keep your health well, and you have to have children for me."
Li Mi, who had been expressionless, looked up at him, and his indifferent expression became angry!
"I'm still emotional." Zhang Linmo stared at her, with his lips curled slightly, "I thought you were a puppet." He glanced at the medicine and water cup on the bedside table, "Remember to take medicine."
After saying that, he stepped away.
Li Mi suddenly looked at the back, completely different from Zhang Linmo in her memory.
He changed, and there seemed to be a breath in his chest.
As soon as Zhang Linmo went downstairs, his eyes went dark and he supported the corner of the table.
"Mr. Zhang!" Sister Tan was frightened and hurriedly ran over and supported him, "What's wrong with you? She looks so bad! Do you want to see a doctor?"
"Help me sit for a while." Zhang Linmo did not faint. He was a strong man after all, but at this moment, he felt exhausted again.
With the help of Sister Tan, Zhang Linmo sat down on the sofa.
"Mr. Zhang, let's go to the hospital for a look!"
He raised his hand and closed his eyes and said, "No need."
"Then you..."
"I donated 2,000 ml of blood." Zhang Linmo was breathing a little, "You'll be fine after a while, it's not a disease."
Sister Tan was scared!
2000ml??
Does he want to die?
Zhang Linmo was lying on his back on the sofa, his chest was blocked, he was angry!
He obviously wanted to remove the oxygen mask for Jingting, and wanted to watch him die!
But he lost a lot of blood to him regardless of the danger of his life! He tried to exchange his life for his life!
Zhang Linmo’s feelings for Jingting were so conflicted.
I have always believed that my parents' death has the most direct relationship with Jingting!