"I apologized. Now, you should be satisfied, right?"
Bright red blood dripped on the ground, but Chu Qiao's little face was completely bloodless. Her eyes were wide open and lifeless, but there was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth.
"President, do you have any other instructions? If not, I should be able to leave!"
Chu Qiao raised her hand and gently touched the wound. She found that the pale skin at the wound was incompatible with the surrounding skin.
Meng Yanchen's eyes flashed with bloodshot eyes. Seeing her bleeding, he felt as if his heart had been hollowed out by something. Yes, he wanted her to apologize because she had done something wrong. But, he
But I started to feel distressed.
"Chu Qiao, bandage it." Meng Yanchen grabbed her bleeding hand, frowned, and ordered.
If Meng Yanchen had done such actions and said such words before, she would have been very happy. However, her heart was broken and she could not be happy no matter what.
Chu Qiao tried to take out her hand: "If you don't want my hand to be injured again, don't hold my hand! I have already apologized. I can handle my own injuries, so I won't bother the president."
It's gone!" The tone was cold, so distressed that she felt like her breathing was slow.
Love makes her become a little humble.
When Meng Yanchen heard her words, his heart tightened, and he unconsciously let go of his hand, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
Chu Qiao laughed a few times, turned around, and ran forward in a hurry. She just wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible, and leave the place where he was.
Just when she was about to walk out of the door, Chu Qiao bumped into a body.
"Hiss..." Chu Qiao was already very weak, and the sudden impact made her suck in several breaths of air.
"Really..." Meng Yanxi asked Gordon. He said that the president was in the VIP restroom, so he walked over. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to walk in, he saw a petite body running into his arms.
When he saw the little man's face clearly, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.
"It's you!" It's her! The girl who was embarrassed in the rainy night was the woman who smiled brightly on the stage just now. He really wanted to see who she was? How many secrets did she have that he didn't know?
However, before he had time to say anything, he found that Chu Qiao's coat was stained with a lot of blood, and her little face was whiter than the paper. A string in his heart was tightly tightened, and his eyes narrowed.
All tenderness aroused.
"What's going on? Who made you hurt?" There was a hint of sadness in the voice, and there was also a frightening ruthlessness in the aftertaste.
When Chu Qiao heard the voice, she raised her little face, and an extremely familiar face appeared in front of her.
The phoenix eyes, thin lips, and frown were all the same, exactly the same as Meng Yanchen. Isn't he still inside? How could he appear in front of her? She was stunned subconsciously.
He was wearing a British windbreaker, which was different from Meng Yanchen's suit. Her mind went blank for a moment, and she opened her mouth slightly and looked at Meng Yanxi.
Meng Yanxi grabbed Chu Qiao's hand without any explanation, took out a plaid handkerchief from her pocket and pressed it on Chu Qiao's bleeding wound. He glanced at her in a daze, thinking she was still scared, so she calmed down her tone.
He softly coaxed: "Don't be afraid! Tell me! Who made you hurt? I will protect you... I want him to have a taste of this!" A surge of anger slowly rose in his heart.
Who treated her like this? He would never let that person go easily!
Chu Qiao couldn't believe her eyes. Suddenly, she made up her mind, grabbed Meng Yanxi's hand, and walked to the female VIP bathroom. What was going on? Did she make a mistake?