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Chapter 3740

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"I'm not sure. Miss Zeng's leg hasn't recovered yet. You'd better go back and rest."

Lady Su turned around and closed the door.

Zeng Rou had no choice but to go back.

Han Yueyao was also worried. She wanted to see Su Yu but couldn't get out of bed.

Although she was fine, a few of her ribs were broken.

She had to rely on the caregiver to take care of her. Su Xiaoxiao came at around 7 AM.

She didn't come alone; she came with Lin Hang.

Han Yueyao didn't expect this at all.

"Yao."

Su Xiaoxiao pushed open the door and walked in with a bouquet of lilies in her hand.

Lin Hang followed behind her with a luxurious fruit basket in his hand.

"You're early."

"I'm afraid you'll be hungry …"

But you didn't bring me anything to eat … "Han Yueyao looked around and didn't see any food either.

There was nothing but flowers and fruit basket.

"There's a lot of fruit here. Aren't you full?" Su Xiaoxiao didn't have the common sense of caring for people.

She pointed at the fruit basket …

Han Yueyao was starving.

"How can you give an apple to a patient? Don't you need to eat?"

"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it," Lin Hang, who had been silent, said in a low voice.

In fact, his arrival made Han Yueyao feel awkward.

After all, he had confessed to her before. Although she had rejected him, she still felt awkward when they met.

"It's okay. I'm not that hungry."

"Don't mention it. It's your honor to have Brother Lin running errands for you … Haha. Tell me."

Su Xiaoxiao didn't notice the awkwardness between them and eagerly asked Lin Hang to buy breakfast for Han Yueyao.

"I want to eat deep-fried dough sticks and soy milk." Han Yueyao ordered slowly.

Lin Hang frowned slightly.

"It's not healthy for a patient to eat this. I'll buy some porridge."

"Then you can buy it from the hospital cafeteria. It's cheap and delicious. I have money in my wallet." Han Yueyao pointed at her bag by the bed.

Lin Hang didn't even look at it and left.

Actually, she knew that he wouldn't take her purse.

After Lin Hang left, Su Xiaoxiao became the gossip queen.

"Hey, tell me, what did you and my uncle do in the car to cause such a serious accident?"

"Of course we drove normally. That big truck ran the red light …" Han Yueyao looked innocent.

"Hehe, didn't you guys kiss back then?"

"Pfft … You want to be a writer? You're so imaginative. Kissing? With Su Yu's temper, he'll beat me to death," Han Yueyao said with disdain.

"Hahahaha … Don't tease me." Su Xiaoxiao laughed devilishly.

"How can you still laugh? Your uncle almost died … and I almost disappeared from the face of the earth."

"Aren't you all fine now? You're bound to have good fortune after surviving a great disaster. Calm down … But this time, it's a good thing. Think about it, Yao Yao, you're now the woman who went through thick and thin with me and my uncle … Even Doctor Huo doesn't have this kind of treatment … I have faith in you."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Han Yueyao looked away. She knew what Su Xiaoxiao was talking about but didn't say anything.

"Don't pretend. You know my uncle is arrogant and looks down on ordinary people. He sent you back to your dorm in the middle of the night. Isn't that enough proof that you're special?"

"Forget it, Su Xiaoxiao. Don't spread rumors. President Su sent me back to my dorm for Zeng Rou to see, okay?"

"Big Yaoyao, let me ask you. Let's not talk about anything else. Tell me, what do you think in your heart?"

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly leaned close to Han Yueyao's exquisite face and asked mysteriously.

"What … what I think?" Han Yueyao's heart skipped a beat. She knew what Su Xiaoxiao was talking about.

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