Chapter 460 What About You, You Little Thing with No Conscience!

In the ward, with Anne and Mu Nianqing leaving, only Luo Zheng was left.

Luo Zheng propped up on the edge of the bed with one foot, and his legs were a bit sore. He glanced at Bo Hancheng, as if he was closing his eyes and resting, not knowing what it meant to leave himself behind.

After waiting for a while, Luo Zheng couldn't help but be embarrassed, so he turned around and jumped out of the ward.

"ungrateful."

Suddenly, the man heard the movement, opened his abyss-like eyes, and dropped three words neither light nor heavy.

Luo Zheng was stunned for a moment, then turned back to meet the man: "What?"

"Didn't you hear me?"

Bo Hancheng leaned there with a calm expression, and reiterated lightly: "What about you, you little thing with no conscience!"

At this time, Luo Zheng was sure that he heard correctly, and was a little angry for a while, and puffed out his mouth slightly, just because he was angry.

For a moment, I couldn't hold it back, and I said, "Yes, I just don't have a conscience. Whatever you think."

"Ah."

The man chuckled lightly, showing no emotion.

Immediately, his eyelids were slightly lifted, and the crow's black eyelashes were thick and slender, showing a touch of elegance, but his tone was mocking: "Miss Luo, this is the attitude towards the benefactor? It's really not sincere!"

After a pause, without waiting for the girl to answer, the man's voice turned cold: "Also, for Miss Luo, do you feel... particularly sorry to see that I am still alive?"

Luo Zheng could hear that the man had something to say in his words, mocking himself, and couldn't help biting his lips.

Then, to avoid losing control of his emotions, he turned his head away from the man: "I didn't think so, don't talk nonsense!"

"Have you thought so, you know in your heart."

Bo Hancheng said slowly, his tone was full of clearness.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing, Luo Zheng wriggled his lips, trying to argue something... but when the words reached his lips, he felt that any arguments were mottled in vain.

He simply supported the medical curator on his arm and jumped forward: "Since you don't believe what I said, don't say it. I came up to see you, after all...you saved me! Now, it's nothing to see you. I can hug you left and right, and it would be superfluous for me to stay..."

"Who said I'm fine?"

Looking at the girl like a rabbit, about to jump to the door of the ward, Bo Hancheng's handsome face sank, with a bit of instruction: "I rescue you, your reward is to knock my porridge over?"

Referring to Mu Nianqing's porridge, Luo Zheng stopped and turned around: "You dare to drink Mu Nianqing's porridge? Be careful to poison you!"

Bo Hancheng's expression was indifferent, and he asked lightly: "It's my business whether to poison it or not. Since it was you who knocked it down, you should be responsible for compensation! Otherwise, you want me to starve?"

Luo Zheng listened, and felt a little angry, thinking that the eldest uncle left with his grandfather not long ago, and said such a sentence.

During the hospitalization, her three meals a day will be sent to the hospital specially by the Luo family's servants.

Glancing at the man again, he said casually: "If you pay, you will pay, or just a bowl of porridge, and let someone make it for you."

"you do."

Luo Zheng's voice just fell, and the man followed the word faint.

"what?"

For a moment, Luo Zheng thought he heard it wrong.

"What's the point of what others do? You should make up for it yourself."

The man said the oath, as if that was the case.

However, Luo Zheng was inexplicably annoyed.

"study."

Bo Hancheng's words were concise and to the point, as if he didn't see the girl's reluctance.

"I'm a patient, and I still need to take care of myself. You let me learn to make porridge?"