Lu Hanting did not leave, but stayed in the CEO's office. He sat on a black leather chair and started smoking. The smoke blurred his handsome face, and only the word "Chuan" could be vaguely seen between his frowning eyebrows.
Scarlet ash fell from his fingertips, exuding a layer of anger.
I don’t know how long it took, but a soft cry suddenly came from the lounge inside, “Ah!”
Lu Hanting was startled and quickly threw the cigarette butt on his fingertips into the ashtray. He pulled out his long legs and pushed open the door of the lounge, "What's wrong?"
Xia Xiwan had cried enough, her eyes were red, her nose was red, and her slender Yu Jie was covered with tears. She got dressed and got off the washstand, but her limbs were numb from not moving for a long time.
I almost fell as soon as I landed.
Xia Xiwan raised her eyes and glanced at the man by the door, and asked in a muffled voice, "Why didn't you leave?"
Lu Hanting didn't expect that she would still be willing to talk to him. Didn't she dislike him anymore? Didn't she hate him?
Lu Hanting's voice was hoarse, "While you are here, I don't want to leave, and I don't dare to leave. I always feel that... the only way to stay safe is to stay with me. I'm afraid that if I leave, you will leave too, and you won't be able to come back... in the future."
Xia Xiwan snorted. At this moment, her eyes turned black, and her delicate body fell directly onto the carpet.
Lu Hanting's pupils shrank, and he almost burst into jealousy. He stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms, "Xia Xiwan! Xia Xiwan, what's wrong with you?"
Xia Xiwan opened her eyes, and Lu Hanting's handsome features magnified in her sight. Now his face was filled with tension and worry, as well as deep self-blame and guilt.
"I told you that I'm not feeling well today, but you still don't believe me," Xia Xiwan showed the wound on her finger to his eyes, "I accidentally cut my finger in the institute, and it bled a lot, and I felt a little dizzy.
Lu Zixian just helped me a little and you saw me, Mr. Lu, can you believe me for once?"
Lu Hanting looked at her little face as pale as paper. He should have noticed something was wrong with her face in the institute just now, but he was so blinded by jealousy that he didn't even notice that she was hurt.
Now he brought her back and tortured her severely.
"I believe it, I believe it," Lu Hanting held her little hand, put it to his lips, and kissed her messily and forcefully, "Mrs. Lu, I'm sorry, I don't know why I am always like this. I hate myself for being like this.
"
Xia Xiwan looked at the red corners of his eyes, stretched out her little hands and hugged his neck, "I'm still a little dizzy, just take me to bed and I'll be fine."
Lu Hanting quickly picked her up and carried her to the soft big bed.
He took out the medical kit, knelt on one knee beside the bed, and began to help her treat the wound on her finger.
He looked down attentively and moved gently to avoid hurting her. After treating the wound on his finger, he applied medicine to her wrist. He carefully and lovingly treated the red spots one by one.
.
After doing all this, he put the medical kit back, stood up, took a broom and began to clean up the mess on the floor.
Xia Xiwan looked at him. The wound on his big hand was not treated, but the blood had clotted. Soon he knelt down, picked up the discarded pill, put it in his mouth silently and swallowed it.
.
Xia Xiwan suddenly felt a big hand grabbing her heart tightly, causing her pain.