She took off her arm, which had been bound to her head, unbuttoned the belt with her teeth and sat up with her weak body.

Leaning against the head of the bed, her eyes turned red and tears of humiliation welled up.

The two hands on one side were pinched by her last night, and the blood had dried up.

Although Ji Shaoheng is no longer there, his demonic voice is still playing back in her ears, which makes her constantly think of yesterday's scene.

She thought she was going to die last night. She didn't expect to be alive.

The mobile phone suddenly rings, very harsh in the quiet room.

She didn't go to work, and she didn't ask for leave. It should be the call from the company at this time.

Fang Yaqing moved her eyes to the sofa. Last night, she entered the room and left her bag on the sofa. Her mobile phone was still in the bag.

The sofa is several meters away from the bed, and she is now in pain and has no strength at all.

She clenched her teeth, opened the quilt and got out of bed. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she touched the wound below and collapsed on the ground.

The mobile phone hung up automatically and rang again after a while.

She dragged the broken body, slowly climbed to the sofa, because she did not wear any clothes, so she shivered on the cold ground.

After climbing close, she leans on the edge of the sofa, takes out her mobile phone from her bag, and puts it in her ear.

Tan Xi's worried voice came: "sister Fang, why didn't you come to work today? Was it serious last night? "

Fang Yaqing's eyes once again shed tears, hoarse way: "talk about the west, help me a favor."

When she heard her talk, she felt very weak. Tanxi thought she was very ill: "you say so."

"Take two days off for me." Her throat was burning and her voice didn't sound like her own.

Tanxi asked, "well, do you have a cold or do you feel sick?"

"It's OK. That's it. I'll hang up first."

Regardless of Tanxi's shouting over there, she hung up the phone, climbed back to bed again, closed her eyes and rested.

I don't know how long it took her to wake up by the doorbell.

Ji Shaoheng has a key, and he is still angry. He will not come again.

But besides him, who else will come here at this time?

She sat up in a daze, got out of bed in spite of her pain, took clothes from the closet, put them on, and went out of the room.

She took the handrail of the corridor to the stairs. When she came down, her legs were trembling, and she grasped the handrail of the stairs and moved step by step.

The doorbell went faster and faster and kept ringing.

With four or five steps to go, her legs softened and she rolled down the stairs.

After a long time, she got up, shook her head, and went to open the door.

When she opened the door, she saw that the man outside was Tan Xi. She held the door frame firmly and said powerlessly, "how did you come?"

Tan Xi could not help but exclaimed at her pale face, dried blood stains on her lips, messy hair, and red and swollen wounds on her forehead.

"What's wrong with you, sister Fang?"

"Nothing." She would close the door.

On the West eye quick to resist: "you must be sick, I send you to the hospital."

She didn't want anyone to see what she was like, what she had gone through, what she had suffered.

"No, don't talk about it. Go back."

She didn't have much strength in the army, so tan Xi pushed the door open at once, but she fell to the ground without the support of the door.

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