Unfortunately, the place where he fell was close to the vase fragments, and Zhong Zhenzhen’s injured foot once again endured the stinging sensation.
Zhong Zhenzhen groaned and couldn't stand up for a while.
"Are you okay?" Song Zixuan frowned
Zhong Zhenzhen moved a few times, then gritted his teeth and replied: "It's okay."
Song Zixuan retracted his outstretched hand after hearing this answer, and the slight concern on his face turned into cold silence.
Don’t know what’s good and what’s good!
"Tomorrow I will ask the driver to pick you up from downstairs of your company."
Then, he left her with a back view
After he left, Zhong Zhenzhen slowly got up. She didn't dare to turn on the light. She was afraid of seeing herself in such a mess. She was afraid that a moment of vulnerability would make her unable to go on.
Under the moonlight, she groped for gauze and ointment. The stinging feeling spread from the soles of her feet to her heart. Tears rolled in her eyes but refused to fall.
Days like this will eventually come to an end
Zhong Zhenzhen pulled up the quilt and fell asleep dragging himself exhausted.
The next day she was woken up by the sound of the alarm clock. Then she suddenly realized that she had made too many movements to get up for work and accidentally touched her scratched foot.
She specially chose a pair of soft flat shoes and went out in a casual outfit.
I met Special Assistant Sun at the door. He came to pick Song Zixuan up for work. When he saw her, he called out "Miss Zhong."
Every time I see Special Assistant Sun, I feel that he only has one expression, which is expressionless.
Zhong Zhenzhen nodded to him and left in a hurry before Song Zixuan came downstairs.
It was just that her feet started to hurt badly. When she came to the company, Xiaomei saw that she looked wrong and asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital.
Zhong Zhenzhen shook her head. Even if it was more uncomfortable and painful than this, she insisted. Now it doesn't matter. As long as she is not facing Song Zixuan and not in that house full of nightmares, everything else doesn't matter.
"Hello, Mr. Lin." Zhong Zhenzhen looked up and saw Lin Shanhui coming in and stood up, but she didn't get a good look from the other party, and she didn't even nod her head.
Zhong Zhenzhen sat down helplessly. It seemed that he would not be able to stay in this company for long.
At noon, Zhong Zhenzhen originally wanted to go to the hospital, but she didn't expect Song Zixuan to call, "I'll give you three minutes to get downstairs as quickly as possible."
He actually came to pick her up in person. Zhong Zhenzhen was in a daze for a moment.
"What, are you starting to put on airs?" Seeing no reply, Song Zixuan's patience was clearly exhausted.
"No" Zhong Zhenzhen still had some details on his forehead. He endured the pain and hung up the phone and ran downstairs.