Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 1093 Fireman vs Cartoonist 36
Lin Zhian sat silently and stiffly in the passenger seat of his new pink car, watching Zhou Shu driving with a cold and almost disfigured face.

But still handsome.

But... "Can you really do this?" Lin Zhian asked tremblingly, not wanting to cause any secondary harm.

Lin Zhian was really restless.

Who can have a clear conscience about letting a wounded person drive?

What's more, she, the perpetrator, was sitting in the passenger seat of the victim's car...even though the car was hers.

Zhou Shu gripped the steering wheel and laughed angrily, a sound escaping from his throat.

“Fasten your seatbelts.”

When the slender fingers grasped the steering wheel and exerted force to turn, the tendons dormant under the cold white skin on the back of the hand revealed a sense of power unique to men, and bruises could be seen.

The atmosphere was silent, with only heavy snow falling on the road and no words spoken in the car.

After half an hour.

Zhou Shu drove her to the hospital.

wrong.

It was she who sent Zhou Shu to the hospital for examination.

In order to make up for his mistake, Lin Zhian was particularly active and ran around for Zhou Shu with the registration form, vowing to prove his innocence and start a new life.

He asked this and that, and his concern for her health was as warm as the hottest days of summer.

"Uncle, are you thirsty?"

"Uncle, does it hurt?"

"uncle……"

Zhou Shu felt dizzy from the shaking.

"you--"

"What's wrong, uncle?" The girl held the waiting sheet, her eyes wide open, like a deer's eye, with a clear distinction between black and white, staring straight at him. She was wearing Milk Tea's sweater and a white down jacket, and her whole body was wrapped up like a green dumpling.

The face is as small as the palm of your hand.

Except for the eyes being particularly round.

"Don't call me uncle. Don't recognize me blindly." Zhou Shu took a deep breath, his voice low and stiff.

Lin Zhian was indeed used to being called that, but she had broken up with Wei Chengze a long time ago so it really wasn't appropriate to call her that.

"Boss Zhou?"

"..."

"I don't have a name?" Lin Zhian pressed his teeth against the corners of his mouth and stopped talking.

Zhou Shu said those two sounds.

it's wired.

It seems difficult to shout out.

It was then and it is now.

The test results showed that there was nothing serious, so the doctor prescribed some medicine.

Zhou Shu stood there, his thin eyelids drooping. He was tall and cold, and looked steady, yet indifferent.

"Okay, this box of medicine is four tablets three times a day, and this box of wound ointment prescribed by the doctor is to be taken every two days..."

Zhou Shu took it directly and walked out: "Thank you."

The relationship between the two people is that they have met only a few times, and now there seems to be no need to exchange pleasantries, especially since more than half a year has passed.

Lin Zhian was still wondering whether Zhou Shu knew about her breakup with Wei Chengze. Suddenly she remembered the previous phone call and realized that Zhou Shu should know. Maybe, maybe, there was nothing to say.

The incandescent lights in the hospital are always bright.

Dark shades of color spread across his black jacket.

He walked in front.

But he stopped and waited for her.

"If you can't drive, practice more."

"I see."

"Don't always act like a child and let others treat you like a child."

"Then do you still treat me as a child?"

Lin Zhian asked him.

After asking the question, I realized what question I asked.

There seemed to be a subtle change on his face at that moment.

Lin Zhian had never thought that their recognition needed to be confirmed. After all, so much time had passed and they would never have any contact in the future.

But her heart was beating fast now, obsessed with the answer from many years ago.

Looking up into his dark eyes.

Finally I asked the question that had been hidden in my heart for too long.

"Do you really not remember, or do you just not want to know me?"