Chapter 95 My dad is a pink guy (32)
"No need...call me a cab."
The man's voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of weakness and malaise, but it was extremely magnetic, and the bass was as deep and rich as a cello being played.
Shi Ting paused, then nodded obediently.
"Well, I'll call you a cab right now."
With more than a dozen bodyguards waiting outside the door, Shi Ting nervously called for a car, returned to the room, and stood awkwardly one meter away from Lu Lichao.
"Mr. Lu, I've already called a taxi. Are you hungry? I'll prepare some porridge for you."
"No need."
Lu Lichao sat up, looked at the bandage on his chest, and frowned slightly.
He just moved a little bit, and blood quickly oozed from the white bandage.
Shi Ting stepped forward nervously.
"You'd better lie down, Dr. Zhao said, you can't get up now."
Lu Lichao was indifferent and glanced around. He couldn't see any clothes or communication equipment.
"Tell the people outside to prepare a set of clothes for me."
Shi Ting didn't dare to disobey and asked the servant to go to the front mountain to get a set of clothes.
Lu Lichao sat on the bed and looked out the window quietly, frowning.
Shi Ting sat carefully on the sofa, eager to say something. This opportunity was too rare.
He was right in front of him, exuding a distant and dignified aura, serious and indifferent, with a handsome and cold profile, giving people a feeling of being far away.
This kind of temperament has a fatal attraction.
People can't help but want to get closer, hoping to understand his unknown side.
"Mr. Lu...are you thirsty?"
"Not thirsty."
"Then... let me make you some porridge. You haven't eaten anything all night."
Lu Lichao raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly.
"No, take care of yourself."
When Shi Ting heard this, the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.
Mr. Lu really cared about her. Over the years, although he had no words to express concern, whenever she got sick, he would immediately send his personal doctor, Dr. Zhao, to check and treat her.
Her daily food and clothing expenses were much better than those of most of her classmates in school. Everyone thought that she was a child of a rich family and that her life did not want to be like before, where she was as humble as the dust.
Some people even fawned over her, had a crush on her, and pursued her.
She had never dared to imagine such a situation before.
Lu Lichao was so kind to her that she couldn't help but feel attached to him.
Shi Ting looked down at her hands. Five years of pampering had made her body become extremely delicate.
The fingers are slender, as white and tender as onions.
This kind of life...she wanted for the rest of her life.
How wonderful it would be if I really had a lifetime...
It's a pity... Lu Lichao has a daughter, otherwise she should be the... the most special girl to him.
The bodyguard quickly delivered a set of clothes, all of which were loose sportswear.
Shi Ting walked out of the room and looked downstairs.
A white figure appeared at the door, petite and slender.
Shi Ting's eyes froze, and then she couldn't wait to stare at the person below.
The next second, the girl looked up.
A face so delicate that even an angel would be ashamed of it, fair and small, with a pair of star-like round eyes that seemed to be scattered with starlight, and under the upturned little nose, the pink mouth opened and closed.
Shi Ting was stunned for a while, and suddenly heard a voice coming from below.
"Is my dad up there?"
The crisp and moving sound is like a mountain spring flowing through stones in a mountain stream, smooth and clear, warm, soft and sweet.
Shi Ting woke up from a dream and nodded hurriedly.
She is Jiang Tang.
The eldest lady of the Lu family.
Lu Lichao's treasure.
(End of chapter)