Chapter 749

Nie Jingjing, what on earth happened to make you so distant from me? Is it because I usually indulge you so much that you can trample my heart at will?

When he thought of this, Lancang unconsciously exerted himself, and the cup in his hand broke abruptly. The water of tea was all over the floor, but Lancang seemed to have no idea. He still held the pieces of the cup tightly in his hand.

Glass into the palm, he did not feel pain, let the blood trickle down.

The Secretary saw that he didn't move for a long time. She was worried. She went to the door and knocked, but there was no sound inside.

"President?"

"President, are you there?"

The Secretary tentatively called twice, still did not get a response.

Although the president usually forbids anyone to enter his office without his permission, he is so abnormal today that the secretary just pushes the door in.

She was stunned by the scene in front of her. There were pieces of cups all over the table. Tea mixed with blood kept dripping on the ground. Lancang didn't seem to realize what was happening at all. His expression was gloomy and he was staring at something.

"President, President, what's the matter with you?"

The Secretary ran to Lancang. She saw that there were many pieces in Lancang's hand. The blood flowed down his hand. The scarlet trace was shocking.

She broke off Lancang's hand regardless of everything, and a lot of glass slag had been deeply embedded in his palm.

"Well, what can I do, President? I'll take you to the hospital!"

The Secretary has been completely out of order. She has never seen such a shocking scene. Lancang's hands full of glass slag make her dare not take another look. Her heart is greatly shocked.

Is the president crazy? What is the purpose of tormenting yourself like this? Doesn't he hurt?

The Secretary wanted to help Lancang, but he pushed her away. She sat down on the bloody floor and pressed her hand on the sticky blood. She screamed.

"Get out of here!" Lancang's eyes are like sharp blades, cold swept the Secretary's frightened face.

The Secretary shivered and crawled out of the office.

Lancang looked at the bleeding hand, then he felt the pain. He raised his hand and looked at it carefully, as if appreciating a work of art. After a while, he dropped his hand and leaned back on the chair, letting the blood flow down.

I don't know how long after that, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and Fang Lancang rushed in anxiously.

He was stunned by the scene in front of him and rushed to Lancang. Seeing his scarred hand, Fang Lancang's tears fell instantly.

"President, what are you doing? Are you crazy? Go, I'll take you to the hospital! "

Fang Lancang couldn't help but say that he was going to pull Lancang up, but he sat still in the chair, and Fang Lancang couldn't pull him up with great strength.

"Lancang, what do you want to do?"

Fang Lancang glares at him and his secretary calls him. He still doesn't believe it. He didn't expect Lancang to torture himself like this. It's crazy!

"Well, since the president doesn't go to the hospital, his subordinates will bandage you in person!"

Fang Lancang turns around and takes out the medicine box from the cabinet beside him, which contains simple medical equipment and some standing medicines. He took this medicine box for a rainy day. I didn't expect it would come in handy.

Fang Lancang quickly poured out the alcohol, sterilized the tweezers in the alcohol, and took out the gauze and bandage.

After that, he gently picked up Lancang's bloodstained hand and flashed a trace of determination and ferocity in his eyes!

For Fang Lancang's action, Lancang did not refuse. He just sat in silence and let Fang Lancang pull out the glass slag in his palm bit by bit with tweezers. But every time he pulled it out, he felt as if he was in pain, and a layer of sweat came out of his head.

Fang Lancang had never done anything like this. He was so nervous that his hands with tweezers were shaking and his sweat was dripping. But he can't watch Lancang suffer such a crime. No matter how scared he is, he has to do so.

Every time he pulled it out, he felt Lancang's hands trembling and his tears streaming down his heart.

Finally, he took out the last piece of glass slag in Lancang's heart. With a long sigh of relief, he looked up at Lancang. His brow was frowning, as if he was suffering from great pain, and Fang Lancang's heart was even more painful.

He carefully wiped Lancang's wound with alcohol, gently dried it, and applied some medicine before he began to bandage it.

Fang Lancang's hand is very light, for fear of touching Lancang, but even if he doesn't touch it, Lancang's wound is still burning.

Fang Lancang doesn't know that he even has the ability to bandage wounds. Because he is Lancang, he does so. If other people die in front of him, he probably won't take another look.

After all this, Fang Lancang collapsed to the ground. He took a big breath, raised his hand to wipe off the big sweat on his head, and the tight string finally relaxed.

"Secretary Zhang, come in and clean up."He yelled at the door and sat on the ground in vain. He had no extra strength to get up again. Although Lancang's hand has been tightly wrapped, his terrible wounds still appear in his mind. He can't imagine how painful he is.

Secretary Zhang walked into the office. He took a look at the president's hand. Fortunately, it had been wrapped up, but the blood and glass fragments on the floor still made him afraid.

With the smell of blood floating in the air, he hardened his head, endured a strong sense of vomiting and cleaned the office.

From the beginning to the end, Lancang did not say a word, he has been cold face, can not see what he was thinking.

Fang Lancang took a rest for a while and finally got up from the ground. His hands and clothes were stained with blood. He took a look at Lancang, sighed, turned and walked into the bathroom to clean himself.

He put his hand under the tap and let the water wash off the blood. He looked up at the man in the mirror.

It seems that it needs to be done quickly.

Fang Lancang came out of the bathroom, and Lancang was still half dead.

I don't know why. Fang Lancang knows that he is just a subordinate, but his temper comes up all of a sudden.

He grabbed Lancang by the collar and forced him to look at himself.

"President, look at me, look at me!"

Lancang finally had a reaction. His eyes moved and fell on Fang Lancang's angry face.

"What are you doing now? Torture yourself? It's not worth it. It's not worth it! "

"Don't worry about it. You're not qualified to worry about me. Get back to work!"

Lancang roared at Fang Lancang, forcing a trace of anger out of his eyes.

"Well, President, if you offend me just now, you can punish me when your injury is healed. I went to work

After reaction, Fang Lancang realized that he was just an assistant.

Li Hao stood at Fang's door, looking at the pedestrians coming and going, took a deep breath and walked in.

Nie Jingjing never thought that Li Hao had come again. When was this person still entangled? Was it not clear last time?

"Why are you here again?"

Nie Jingjing opens the door and sees Li Hao. She doesn't speak well. She was in a bad mood, and it was even more uncomfortable to see Li Hao.

Li Hao didn't seem to hear Nie Jingjing's unhappy tone at all. Without saying a word, he took Nie Jingjing's hand and forced her out of the office.

"What are you doing? Let go of me Nie Jingjing keeps struggling, but Li Hao just doesn't let go. Nie Jingjing's wrist is burning with pain. Her tears were about to fall.

"Li Hao, are you crazy?"

"You bastard, let me go, you hurt me!"

"Are you sick! Let go of me

Nie Jingjing curses incoherently. Li Haogen ignores her abuse. He pulls Nie Jingjing all the way to the downstairs of the company, and then lets her go.