Flowers bloom silently

Chapter 196 Play hard (1)

On Sunday evening, An Keer went to Zimo's studio again. She thought that this time she had to climb over the wall and enter the courtyard to water the flowers and plants. Unexpectedly, she saw the door of the studio was open from a distance.

Hey, Zimo is back?
She hurried into the studio to find out, and finally found him standing blankly in the garden path in the courtyard.

Zimo was sad for those hurt flowers and plants, and when he walked to his side, An Keer didn't know what to say for a while.

"What happened?" Zimo's voice was hoarse, and An Keer saw that the eyes hidden behind the glasses were bloodshot, and he looked very tired.

"When I came here yesterday morning, Milan was venting her anger on them. I heard you were pissing her off?!" An Kerr whispered.

Zimo clenched his hands hanging by his sides slightly, and stopped talking.

An Ke'er was very angry with Milan's behavior, but she couldn't say anything more. He was still lying in the hospital if he couldn't think about it, so she didn't want to add fuel to the fire.Silently going to fill the kettle, she began watering the flowers.

Zimo walked up to the ruined flowers, stretched out his hand to gently caress their wounds, and sighed.After a long time, he adjusted his mood and watered his dear flowers and trees.

After watering the flowers, An Keer and Zimo took a special car back to the villa halfway up the mountain.Along the way, Zimo leaned in his seat and did not speak, with a melancholy expression.

"Have you heard about Milan?" An Keer broke the silence and asked him.

"Well, there were a bunch of missed calls when I turned on the phone, and I heard what Dawen said when I called back." Zimo nodded.

"Then... do you want to go to the hospital to see her later?" Although she didn't show any excitement, An Keer could see from Zimo's eyes that he was both sad and angry. If it wasn't for Milan's special situation, Those guys who hurt his flowers and plants must have been chopped up by him long ago.

"Let's talk about it at that time, I'm very tired!" Zimo painted for a day and a night, and he hasn't closed his eyes yet.

When he got home, Zimo didn't eat dinner, and went directly to his room to sleep.

At about four o'clock in the morning, An Keer's cell phone on the table rang, she got up in a daze to answer it, and Zimo's voice rang on the other end of the phone.

"I'm really sorry for waking you up at this time."

"It's okay, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm hungry, can you serve me a bowl of noodles?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was weak.

"it is good!"

Thinking that Zimo went to bed without dinner, he must have woken up from hunger now.An Keer, who cared about him, didn't mind being woken up in the middle of the night. After the phone call, she was fully awake, put on a thick coat, and hurried downstairs.

The lights were on in the restaurant, and Zimo was sitting in his seat, resting his chin in one hand, and drawing on the sketchbook with a paintbrush in the other hand. His ups and downs made him unable to concentrate, and the drawing paper was useless. One after another.

"Hi!" An Keer went to the restaurant door to greet Zimo before going to the kitchen.

"Hi!" Zimo looked up at her and smiled gratefully at her.

"What kind of noodles do you want?" An Keer asked him.

"Whichever comes sooner?" He woke up hungry after sleeping halfway through, and he just wanted to eat as soon as possible.

"Understood." An Keer immediately went to the kitchen to cook noodles, and within a quarter of an hour, a bowl of steaming poached noodles was ready. She brought it to Zimo and sat beside him to watch him eat.

Zimo was really hungry and devoured it hungrily.

"Painting in seclusion must be a high-quality product!" Seeing him finish eating noodles, An Keer smiled at him as he cleaned up the dishes.

"Well, I think it is a rare masterpiece in life." When it comes to painting, Zimo's thoughts are full of thoughts.

Waking up at this point, the two of them lost sleepiness. They went for a walk in the garden, blowing the cold night wind, they walked through the garden and entered the pavilion.

"Wow, the air is very fresh at this time." Anke stretched her waist facing the direction of the sea.

Zimo sat in the chair and looked in his pocket for a long time but couldn't find the chocolate or candy he wanted, feeling a little depressed.

"I will visit Milan in the hospital at noon." He had just made a decision.

"Yeah." An Keer sat beside him.

"I have something important to say to her, but... can you accompany me?" Zimo cast a pleading look at her.

Uh, Milan doesn't like her at first, is it appropriate for her to appear in the hospital with Zimo at this time?

An Keer was a little hesitant. She knew Zimo more or less during the time of dealing with him. A tricky business.He just needs someone to accompany him, to give him some encouragement and courage.

"Okay, I'll ask for leave to accompany you." She finally agreed.

"Thank you!" Ever since the incident on the cliff, Zimo knew that An Keer was the source of strength that could give him the courage to face everything, and he trusted her!
... After school at noon, Zimo came to pick up An Keer, and the two had lunch in the high school cafeteria before going to the hospital.

An Keer deliberately got out of the car halfway to buy a fruit basket, and took it to condolences to Milan.

"Why is she here?" Milan, who had been depressed all the time, leaned on the hospital bed, looked at An Keer who put the fruit basket on the counter, and asked sullenly, pouted.

"I'm worried about you too, so I followed you. How do you feel?" An Keer could not see that Milan hated her, and smiled at her cheekily.

Milan ignored her and turned his face away.

"I asked her to accompany me." Zimo, who was standing at the end of the bed, tossed a word to Milan lightly.

"I just want to see you, and I don't want to see anyone else!" Milan looked at the indifferent Zimo resentfully.

"Why did you do that kind of thing?" Zimo ignored her and asked directly.

"What?" Milan had done too many things, and she didn't understand which one Zimo was referring to.

"As for the flowers, what happened to them?"

Khan, didn't you come to visit Milan?Her safety is much more important than those flowers and plants.An Keer at the side wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and grinned.

"Huahuahua, are those flowers more important or me?" I thought Zimo came to the hospital because he was worried about her, but he didn't expect that he came to the hospital because of those flowers and plants.Milan was angry and sad, with tears streaming down his face, "For those broken flowers, you yelled at me and told me to fuck off, and now you don't care about my life...you really want to see me dead to be happy ?"

"Please don't trample on my concern for you in this way!" Zimo frowned.

"You care about me? If you cared about me, you wouldn't be cruel to me because of those flowers and plants." Milan simply jumped off the bed, pushed An Keer who was standing beside Zimo aside, and shouted at her, "Get out , Didn't you see we were talking about something?
An Keer rolled her eyes, and was about to leave the ward, but was pulled back by Zimo.

"No, I need her to accompany me!" Zimo simply held An Keer in his arms with one arm. He was telling the truth. If An Keer was gone, he would not be able to say what he wanted to say.

"You... you..." He actually put his arms around her?What the hell is going on with them?Did the future uncle and future sister-in-law blatantly hook up?
(End of this chapter)