Chapter 545
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"The wound on your back … It's not as bad as when I tripped while walking."
Luo Sang resisted the urge to bite him.
When she saw him being wheeled out of the hospital with a large piece of gauze on his back, she thought that he was covered in wounds. She felt so bad that she almost cried.
However, he only had a small scratch, which was not even as long as half of her finger.
He was so shameless.
Nian Junting calmly touched his back and said calmly, "I didn't expect the hospital to be so good. Not only did the wound heal quickly, but the scar is almost gone."
"You're lying through your teeth, aren't you?" Luosang sneered, then turned and walked away.
Nian Junting grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. He put his lips near her ear and said in a husky voice, "I admit that I lied to you. I wanted you to feel sorry for me, but in that situation, I had no other choice but to hurt myself."
"Did the hospital cooperate with you?" Luo Sang asked impatiently.
"Yes." Nian Junting nodded. "In the emergency room, I told the doctor that I've loved you for ten years. This time, you're going abroad, so I tried my best to make you stay. I chased you for three whole blocks before I got into a car accident. I wanted to be more serious, so that maybe you'd stay for me."
"…"
Luo Sang was speechless.
It was such a pity that he didn't become a scriptwriter.
"Alright, I'm finally fine. I'll take you to Luo Ting Noodle House. We'll have dinner there tonight," Nian Junting said hurriedly.
Luo Sang's heart warmed up at the mention of Luo Ting Noodle House, so she didn't argue with him.
Nian Junting took her to Luo Ting Noodle House, the largest in Xia City. It was Luo Sang's first time there. The noodle house was over a hundred square meters. It was decorated in an antique style and was very unique. It wasn't exquisite, but it was clean and comfortable.
It was time to get off work. There were about forty to fifty people in the restaurant.
On the wall of the noodle house was a line of calligraphy: Luo Ting Noodle House originated from my wife. She loved noodles. Our first date was also at this noodle house. This noodle house means a lot to me. I hope to use this noodle house to commemorate our love.
The inscription on the back read: Ting.
Luo Sang stared at the word 'Ting'.
At that moment, she suddenly felt that her life was complete.
It was as if he had eaten countless sweets in his heart.
Who dared to say that his EQ was low? He quietly opened such a big noodle restaurant for a few years of their love.
How many women would envy her to death?
"When did I … become your wife?" After staring at him for a while, Luo Sang held his hand and pouted at him.
"It's only a matter of time." Nian Junting smiled and put his arms around her. "Besides, it's better to say that my wife is the publicity stunt."
"Did you write this?"
"Yes." Nian Junting nodded. "I wrote the name of this shop myself. The other shops used this shop's name as a copy."
"I don't even know when you learned calligraphy." Luo Sang sighed with admiration. "Your handwriting is beautiful."
"Of course. My grandpa taught me calligraphy when I was eight. I know a lot, but I usually keep a low profile. I don't like to show off. You can take your time to learn." Nian Junting led her to a table in the front.
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