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Ling Mo replied in a low voice, and then heavily struck her body before finally reluctantly leaving this body that was filled with fresh blood.

Ling Mo frowned, and said, "When can we drink a mouthful of fresh blood."

"What?" Su Qing didn't hear what he said clearly from the corner of her teeth, she only pushed him and urged him, "Hurry up and change, I'm going to open the door."

Ling Mo stood in front of the sickbed, his eyes flickered with a strange light. Seeing that she wanted to say something yet hesitated, as if he was afraid that his words would arouse her suspicions.

He silently changed into his hospital gown.

Su Qing went to open the door, and had the doctor come in to sew his wound.

The operation was over in a matter of minutes, and the doctor fled after a few words of caution.

At this moment, Su Qing realized that Ling Mo's attitude to the others were as cold as ice, he was constantly emitting cold air, and even the doctor's forehead was full of sweat from such a small operation on his wound.

Probably the CEO was like this as well.

Thinking about it, Su Qing told Ling Mo to lie down and cover him with a blanket, "Stay in the hospital for a while, it's too hasty for you to leave, the florist's door isn't even closed, I'll go back and close the door."

Ling Mo anxiously said, "I will go with you."

"Lie down." Su Qing pressed down on his shoulder and chuckled. She bent down to cover his eyes with her hands, her long eyelashes moving up and down in her palms.

she whispered softly.

"Close your eyes and sleep for a while. When you open your eyes, I promise that I will come back to you."

The disturbance in his palm stopped, Ling Mo closed his eyes, and pulled down her hand to hold tightly, "I will wait for you."

Su Qing laughed, removed his hand from his palm and turned to leave the sickroom.

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Old street, florist's gate.

Su Qing was burning with anger, but she knew clearly that it was impossible to open a florist in the old streets.

They were surrounded by old people who took care of her when she first arrived. She didn't want to disturb their peaceful life because of her.

The anger in Su Qing's heart gradually dispersed, and she faintly exhaled, as she stepped into the florist.

She walked around the messy floor and went up to the second floor. The food she had just prepared had been smashed down and the photo frame she had hung yesterday had been torn in half. She paused for a moment and then walked straight into her room.

He packed his luggage, packed his things and left.

She was used to leaving when she was in an orphanage, her best friend, favorite boy, adopted family … They all slipped away from her without any warning.

At first, they would be sad, but more often, they would start to become indifferent.

She was always prepared that everything that belonged to her would suddenly leave, and she would choose to accept it with the calmest indifference.

Now, she accepted that the person she liked was the mysterious CEO of the Ling's disease, she accepted that her florist was being smashed and her fate was to leave this old street.

Just as Su Qing walked down the stairs with her luggage, she saw a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses on the first floor.

"Madam." The man quickly stepped forward and respectfully took the luggage from her hands, then introduced himself, "My name is Zhou Zhu, I'm the CEO's assistant, the CEO had me come to pick you up."

"Thank you." Su Qing was startled, "Don't call me Madam."

His attitude was calm, neither servile nor overbearing, and gave Zhou Zhu a good impression of him.

Zhou Zhu lowered his head slightly, "Madam, this is the CEO's order."

Su Qing became silent. She thought that once she reached the hospital, she would definitely get Ling Mo to withdraw this form of address. The level was too heavy, and she did not like it.

Zhou Zhu looked around at florist, a cold light flashing past his eyes, and asked, "Madam, do you need me to settle this for you?"

"Right." Su Qing thought for a moment, then shook her head: "No need, in a while, I will tell the landlord myself."

"This florist …" Zhou Zhu was speechless, he had smashed into such a scene, was it just going to end like that?

The doubt on his face did not escape Su Qing's eyes.

Su Qing laughed, then explained, "It's the same no matter where the florist opens, it's fine if it's destroyed, but those people who are destroyed are all unimportant, so there's no need to worry."

His tone was calm, without a single trace of anger.

Zhou Zhu couldn't help but admire him in his heart. As expected, a person that could catch the eyes of the president was not an ordinary person.

The two of them got into the car and rushed to the hospital.