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Chapter 55 Can You Stop Crying For Others
She closed her eyes and leaned silently in his arms.

Neither of them spoke, they each had their own concerns and remained silent.

Such a picture fell into the eyes of others, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was an uproar and dumbfounded.

Lu Xicheng was always upright, even though he treated others with modesty and courtesy, he had never had any private communication with any girl, let alone such an intimate hug.

But today, he hugged a girl in full view of everyone, squatting in the aisle of the hospital with people coming and going.

It turns out that it really only takes a moment for a man to fall from the altar.

Such a scene is surprising enough, but also embarrassing enough.

Everyone chose to walk lightly, for fear of disturbing them.

Zheng Weiwei didn't know how long she had been crying. When she controlled her emotions, a large area of ​​Lu Xicheng's clothes was already wet, the water was obvious, and the clothes were soaked through.

"I'm sorry." She reached out to touch in a panic, but her wrist was clasped.

Lu Xicheng looked at her with clear and gentle eyes, with the power to comfort people's hearts: "Gentle, it doesn't matter, you are in front of me, you can do anything."

He let go of her wrist, and his slender fingertips touched her face.

He wiped the water marks on her face for her, and hooked the corners of his lips: "Stop crying, okay?"

Zheng Qingwei nodded with red eyes, and promised very seriously: "I won't cry."

He seemed to sigh, and hugged her horizontally without warning.

Zheng Weiwei was stunned, and when she recovered, she wanted to refuse: "My editor-in-chief is still in the operating room." I couldn't leave.

The second half of her sentence was not uttered because of the scarlet smudge at the end of Lu Xicheng's eyes.

"Gently, he'll be fine, I promise." He said softly, but he didn't stop.

There are some men who look gentle and modest, but in reality they are undeniably tough.

Zheng Weiwei was in his arms, and slowly closed her eyes, slightly relaxing her tense nerves.

She thought of what the man said to herself in the supermarket, and with a thought, the question was already said: "Lu Xicheng, the man who was the murderer today seems to hate you very much. Have you offended anyone recently? .”

His steps were undisturbed, and even his tone was calm: "Doctor-patient accidents are very common. He may have been my patient or a patient's family member, but I don't know him."

Zheng nodded lightly, without thinking too much.

Lu Xicheng carried her into his consulting room. There was a small bed in the side room, which was simple and warm. When Lu Xicheng used to write papers and stay out all night, he would occasionally rest here.

He took a thin blanket from the cupboard and covered her: "I know you definitely don't want to go home now, you can rest here, if your editor-in-chief has anything to do, I'll come and talk to you, okay?"

Zheng looked at him lightly, his eyes became hot, and he wanted to cry again: "He is here to save me."

"I know." He stroked her hair lightly, his eyes were dim, and he couldn't see what was in his heart.

What happened this afternoon was thrilling enough, and she was so tired that she felt sleepy involuntarily.

Just when Zheng Weiwei was about to close her eyes, Lu Xicheng suddenly buried her head in her neck, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qingqing, can you stop crying for others."

He spoke too softly, deliberately making it hard to hear.

In the trance, Zheng Weiwei turned to look at him suspiciously: "Lu Xicheng"

(End of this chapter)