She reached out and wiped her eyes, trying to wipe away the liquid that was gathering, but she wiped it more and more. The hot tears kept rolling out, like broken pearls, dripping onto the expensive carpet one by one.
Sikong Jingqiu, who had already walked out of the lounge, did not hear footsteps following him, turned around calmly, but saw Haiyue walking towards the bookcase like a soulless doll.
Damn, that direction is facing the sharp raised part of the bookcase. If you hit it straight, you will swell a big bag without a concussion!
His heart sternly, he quickly ran towards the unconscious woman, roaring loudly: "Song Haiyue——"
"Bang--"
It was too late. After hearing his roar, the idiot woman not only did not stop, but her speeding up hit the sharp raised part of the bookcase.
Sikong Jingqiu was just two steps away, watching her bounce back due to her powerful impact and fell heavily to the ground.
Just a few seconds in a daze, Sikong Jingqiu stepped forward to her, helped the person sit down, turned around and went into the bathroom, twisted a wet towel, and applied it to her forehead.
Although the dizziness on the forehead faded a lot, Haiyue was so painful that she couldn't open her eyes, so she could only squeeze out her smile, "Thank you..."
For some reason, looking at her grinning in pain, but she insisted on pushing out her smiling face. Sikong Jingqiu felt a sense of depression that was being suppressed by something. He glared at the smile on Haiyue's face.
A burst of anger surged into his heart, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Are you an idiot? You don't look at the road when you walk?"
"I'm sorry..." Haiyue knew that Sikong Jingqiu must be very angry and wasted his time. She wanted to say something, but after opening her mouth, she found that she had no idea what else she could say except "I'm sorry".
Sikong Jingqiu ignored her, turned around and went into the bathroom to change a towel, put it on her forehead again, and then spoke in a rough voice, "Is it better?"
"It's much better, thank you." I don't know if the cold compress had worked or the pain naturally dissipated, Haiyue could finally open her eyes. She sat up with her body, smiled weakly, and said, "I'm fine now."
Now, let's go."
"Where to go?" Sikong Jingqiu was not angry.
Haiyue glanced at the wall clock and said vainly: "I...you...are we going to have lunch?"
After she reminded her, Sikong Jingqiu remembered that he had completely forgotten to take her to dinner. His face turned blue and said, "Can you see the way like this?"
Haiyue stroked her forehead and squeezed out a sweet smile, "It's just a bump. I'm fine. I used to hit the tables in the school library, and I often hit the tables..."
Sikong Jingqiu stared at Haiyue, as if thinking about the authenticity in her words.
Haiyue didn't understand what he was thinking, and she smiled with a furious scalp.
After a while.
Sikong Jingqiu stood up, picked her up in the waist, walked out of the office, and headed straight for the elevator.
Haiyue buried her head in Sikong Jingqiu's chest and did not dare to lift it up.
The lunch break in this building starts from twelve to 2 o'clock, and everyone is still working nervously, so even if they walk out to take the elevator in such a compelling posture, they don't encounter any onlookers.