"Xia Yan." Lu Jingchi suddenly spoke.

Xia Yan, who was applying make-up over there, raised her head and looked over, "What's wrong? Are you done?"

"Under the table it seems..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Lan hugged his legs and begged him not to arouse hatred for her anymore.

Xia Yan had already stood up, "What's there?"

Lu Jingchi said calmly: "Nothing, a mouse ran over."

Xia Yan paused, covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Why are there rats?!"

"He's gone. It's okay. You can do your business."

Xia Yan groaned, sat back, wiped her eye makeup and put it on again.

Jiang Lan closed her eyes. She felt that it was a mistake to come to him.

After Xia Yan put on her makeup, she asked impatiently: "Aren't you finished yet?"

"It's still early." Lu Jingchi picked up the folder, opened it and started reading.

Xia Yan curled her lips and stood up, "Forget it, I'd better go to the coffee shop below and wait for you. Call me when you're done."

Lu Jingchi raised his eyes to look at her and nodded slightly.

Xia Yan took two steps and glanced at his desk again, "Is there really a mouse?"

Lu Jingchi said: "No more now."

Xia Yan thought for a while, then opened the office door and walked out.

The moment the office door closed, Jiang Lan's heart dropped in his throat.

But before she could relax, his slender hands grasped her collar and pulled her up from underneath.

She turned her head and looked back at the man. She couldn't free her hands, so she could only hold back the energy and speak out from her mouth, "I, I, we are leaving..."

"Shut up." The man's hand wrapped around her from behind and covered her mouth.

Jiang Lan struggled to escape and could only close her eyes weakly.

...

I don’t know how long it took before the man let her go.

Jiang Lan slid weakly on the floor. She leaned against the desk and raised her head slightly. She saw that the man had tidied up his clothes and resumed his appearance of a saint with no desires or demands.

It seemed like he wasn't the one who went crazy just now.

Lu Jingchi put his clothes in order and walked out without even looking at her. He just said: "Put the table away." and left.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Jiang Lan's tense body relaxed. She clutched her aching lower abdomen and stood up shakily.

At first glance, the table was in a mess, and documents were scattered everywhere on the floor.

She supported the edge of the table with both hands, exposing the gauze on her wrist. Blood seeped out again, dyeing a small piece of the gauze red.

Jiang Lan waited for a while, then arranged the documents on the table, cleaned the floor, went to the window, and pushed the window open for ventilation.

After letting the office return to its original appearance, she dragged her weak body out of the office.

Her head was still hurting because of her hangover, but now that he was tossing her around, her lower abdomen started to hurt again.

She was a little unsteady when walking. When she left the office, she couldn't help but hold on to the wall, closed her eyes and gasped, and her eyes began to spin.

A colleague passed by her, saw her painful look, raised his hand and patted her shoulder, "Colleague, are you okay?"

Jiang Lan raised her head slightly and looked at the concerned colleagues beside her. She recognized that it was the girl sitting in her seat.

Jiang Lan gave a faint smile and shook his head.

"But I think you don't look too good. Why don't you get off work early and go to the hospital for a checkup?"

Jiang Lan nodded and gave her a grateful look.
Chapter completed!