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At this moment, the door was knocked open with a 'bang'. The sound was so loud that it shook everyone to the point that they all stopped moving!

Beitang Bing kicked the door open and came in. Seeing that Chen Weiwei was surrounded by a few men, he frowned and took a few steps forward with his long legs. He reached out his long arms to lift the big man, then quickly embraced Chen Weiwei and carried his down!

Lowering her head to look carefully, she saw that the cloth tied around her waist was covered in bloody marks!

Han Shaochen and a few other policemen rushed over. When they saw the situation, they were shocked!

Beitang Bing pursed his lips and suppressed the anger in his heart, helping her remove the cloth on her body, and picked up Chen Weiwei. His whole body was emitting a cold aura, and even if he didn't say anything, Han Shaozheng knew what to do next.

Chen Weiwei was curled up in his arms. He carried her to the car and reached out to touch her face. Chen Weiwei turned away, refusing to acknowledge him.

Beitang Ice retracted his long hand. He knew that she was angry about what had happened with Joman!

"Where are you hurt?" His face was full of worry. This was what he was most concerned about right now.

Chen Weiwei did not answer him. He simply closed his eyes and ignored him.

Beitang Bing looked at her neck and legs for a few times but couldn't find any traces of injury. Finally, his gaze landed on her tightly clenched fingers, which were covered in blood.

He directly pulled her hand apart and saw several large wounds on her finger. Her flesh and blood could now be seen.

His eyes were filled with a cold light. Without any explanation, he grabbed her fingers. Chen Weiwei trembled as he looked at him with her round eyes.

He lightly sucked on her finger and could feel his gentleness. He cherished her as he stared deeply at her with his black eyes.

Their gazes met, and Chen Weiwei immediately looked away, ignoring his gentle and gentle tone.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked her in a low voice.

She still ignored her with her eyes closed and did not answer.

Beitang Bing leaned over and broke her head. She avoided it because she didn't want to care about her. His little face was cold and pale.

Beitang Bing looked at her meaningfully for a while and then closed the car door.

All the way home, Chen Weiwei kept silent. Beitang Bing carried her upstairs, while she let him hold her in his arms, not moving at all.

Seeing her battered and exhausted appearance, Zhou Ling frowned, "Did something happen?"

With a sullen face, Beitang Bing didn't reply. He carried Chen Weiwei and walked straight upstairs.

"Is something wrong?" Zhou Ling asked Beitang Qing, who was standing beside her, doubtfully.

Beitang Qing shrugged her shoulders, "How would I know?"

"The two of them might have gotten into a fight, right?"

Beitang Qing made a bold guess in her mind and her expression was a little agitated.

Zhou Ling glanced at her. What's there to be happy about? What kind of person is she?!

Upstairs, Beitang Bing came to the front of the house and used his foot to push open the door. The bedroom was dark inside, he carried her in, without turning on the light, he went straight to the bed and gently placed her on it. As soon as Chen Weiwei touched the bed, he turned over with her back towards him, his face resting on his hands.

Beitang Bing crouched beside the bed, silent. After a while, he reached out his hand to touch her cheek, wanting her to face him. She stubbornly refused to cooperate, and was still unwilling to move.

"Chen Weiwei, speak."

She had not said a word for a long time. She was afraid that she might lose her mind. He was very worried about her. He had not spoken for a long time, and his voice was dark and hoarse.

Chen Weiwei still did not answer him. He blinked a few times, and there was a little moisture in his eyes.

Beitang Bing moved her gently to the side of the bed and said gently, "Tell me if you are feeling wronged or unhappy."

She closed her eyes and continued to ignore him.

Seeing her hurt, he felt his heart ache. Seeing her in such a bad state, he felt depressed. He didn't want to use violence against her, so he spoke as gently as he could, afraid that he would make her even more unhappy.

She had been depressed ever since they met, and she had not spoken. He was afraid that she might have a problem holding her breath.

But she had been so stubborn that he couldn't do anything to her.

He stood up, took the medicine box, and took her injured hand. He carefully and carefully applied the medicine. His actions were gentle.

Feeling the ice-cold feeling on her fingers, Chen Weiwei's body froze, and her eyes became moist.

He really was very good to me, but why …

Biting her lower lip, she tried her best to suppress her breathing. However, it still couldn't help but change.

Beitang Bing saw that her body was trembling nonstop and his breathing was erratic. It was obvious that he was trying to hold on to his tears, and his eyes darkened as he stood up and pulled her into his embrace. His small and soft body fell into his warm and thick chest. "Hmm?"

She sobbed softly and gradually turned into a light hiccup.

He immediately patted her back and comforted her softly, "Be good. If you want to cry, just cry. Don't hold it in."

She shook her little head and gritted her teeth to hold it in, but the shaking caused her pent-up emotions to go out of control, and the whimpers grew louder and louder.

"Wuwuwu …"

She tugged on his chest and bit onto his shirt. Beitang Bing frowned and let out a long breath as he hugged her tightly to give her a sense of security.

"I'll explain to you about Joman."

She still shook her head, her tears soaking his clothes.

Don't listen, don't listen to any words of what you've guessed in your heart, don't accept the bad facts, if he really had something to do with Joman, she really couldn't accept it, she would suffer worse than death, she would die painfully.

She did not make a sound, her suppressed sobs a chaos in her throat.

"Then let Joman explain it to you personally." His eyes were cold and low.

Beitang Bing's face was cold as he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He didn't say anything more and the two of them remained silent as they washed her and dried his. He was already covered in water as he carried her to the bed and gently covered his with the blanket before turning around to take a bath.

After he was done, he came back and didn't say anything else. He only hugged her on the bed and stayed silent until they both fell asleep.

When Chen Weiwei went to the company and saw Qiao Man, he looked away and took a detour.

Gu Sixuan glanced ahiser when he entered and saw that her eyes were red and swollen. He stopped for a moment. Chen Weiwei lowered his head, her face pale.

She was in a very low mood and didn't want to speak. Gu Sixuan shifted his gaze away from him and walked to his desk. He sat down, but it didn't take long before he seemed to recall something and got up. Then, he opened the door and left.

Chen Weiwei was absent-minded. When she heard him opening the door, she immediately laid down on the table with his chin against his arms.

This morning, Beitang Bing also didn't speak to her and her mood was very down.

The two of them seemed to have entered a whirlpool.

With their cell phones in hand, they stood there in a daze. They used to be noisy, but never like this Cold War.

He was in a bad mood and didn't want to go into a cold war.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Gu Sixuan returned with a small box of delicately packaged cakes in his hand, which he placed on the table.

She looked up in surprise. "Director Gu?"

"Yours." Gu Sixuan smiled faintly, sunlight shining between his brows. "Remember what you said before, that eating something can improve your mood?"

Chen Weiwei was stunned. She thought so …

But, "Director Gu, I'm just one of your little assistants."

Eh?

"Our company doesn't allow office romance."

When Gu Sixuan heard her words, he suddenly smiled before looking at her with a restrained smile. "I have someone I like."

Hehe …

Then, she was even more confused. "Then, why do you always give me delicious things?"

Don't you know that I'm just a standard foodie who has no immunity to anything that eats? Your appearance would mislead me.

Gu Sixuan returned to his desk and sat down. He looked at her from afar and mumbled, "…" Because... "I feel like you're a pet …"

What?

Chen Weiwei was surprised. He straightened his back and looked straight at him. What? Pet?

Gu Sixuan added, "I wanted to keep a pet a long time ago. I like to feed it, but I'm allergic to small animals, so …"

Wait! You mean you think I'm some kind of cat or dog?

Every time you look at me... They even seemed like they were looking at a cat or dog?

This is too much, isn't it?

Chen Weiwei had just given him additional points, but now his points were being greatly reduced, becoming a negative number. He angrily piled all the documents together, blocking his line of sight.

However, he didn't have the mind to memorize information. He was absent-minded. Sometimes, he would switch on his phone, sometimes, he would turn off the lock and screen. He repeated this a few times.

There were no messages on the phone.

She couldn't help but want to send him a message, so she opened WeChat, but after thinking for a moment, she still didn't send it.

In the end, she couldn't think of any other way, so she sent Xia Yu a message.

An appointment was made for lunch.

Xia Yu was even worse than her, with a haggard face, like a frosted eggplant!

"Xia Yu, did you fall for something?" She had a bitter face, and her entire body was gloomy.

Xia Yu laid on the table dispiritedly, sighing.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Chen Weiwei." Xia Yu patted her head and said irritably, "Last night, I … I think I saw him. "

Him?

Chen Weiwei frowned. "Are you sure?" Is he back? "

"Sigh, I'm just not sure!" Xia Yu seemed like she was going crazy, she scratched her head, "How can he return it? Perhaps I was mistaken, or perhaps I was mistaken! "

Although she said that, her eyes revealed a look of anticipation.

"Xia Xia, if, if it really was him, what would you do?"

"If it's really him?" Xia Yu sat up straight with a ferocious look, "I won't let him off lightly. If he isn't allowed to kneel on the keyboard for ten days and ten nights, I'll write it backwards!"