Instead of leaving, Lu stayed in the president's office. He sat on a black leather chair and began to smoke. The smoke obscured his handsome face. He could only vaguely see that his frowning brow became a "Sichuan" character, and the scarlet ash fell from his fingertips, overflowing with a layer of anger.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a light cry came from the rest room, "ah!"
Lu Hanting was stunned. He quickly threw his fingertip cigarette butt into the ashtray. He pulled out his long leg and pushed open the door of the rest room. "What's the matter?"
Xia Xiwan has already cried enough. Now her eyes are red and her nose is red. Tears are hanging on her slender Yujie. She got dressed and came down from the lavatory. But because her limbs have not moved for a long time, she is numb and almost fell on the ground.
Xia Xi Wan raised Mou to see a man by the door, voice stuffy, "how did you not go?"
Lu Hanting didn't expect that she was willing to talk to herself. Didn't she dislike him? Didn't she hate him?
Lu Hanting's voice is hoarse, "you are here, I don't want to go, I dare not go, I always feel I'm afraid that if I go, you will go too. In the future I can't get it back. "
Xia Xiwan snorted. At this time, she felt that her eyes were black, and her delicate body fell directly on the carpet.
Lu Hanting's pupil shrunk and almost split. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms, "Xia Xiwan! What's the matter with you, Xia Xiwan? "
Xia Xiwan opens her eyes. Lu Hanting's handsome facial features are magnified in her eyes. Now his face is full of tension and worry, as well as deep remorse and guilt.
"I've said that I'm not feeling well today. Don't you believe it?" Xia Xiwan handed the wound of his finger to his eyes. "In the Research Institute, my finger was accidentally cut, bleeding a lot, and a little dizzy. Lu Zixian just gave me a hand, and you saw it. Mr. Lu, can you believe me once?"
Lu Hanting looked at her pale face. Just now in the Research Institute, he should have noticed something wrong with her face. But he was dizzy with jealousy. He didn't find that she was hurt.
Now he brought her back and tortured her.
"I believe it, I believe it," Lu Han Ting held her little hand, put it on her lips and gave it a messy and forceful kiss. "Mrs. Lu, I'm sorry, I don't know why I always do this. I hate this kind of myself."
Xia Xiwan looked at the corner of his red eyes, stretched out a small hand around his neck, "I'm still a little dizzy, you hold me to bed, I'll have a rest."
Lu Hanting quickly picked her up and sent her to the soft big bed.
He took out the medicine box, knelt on one knee beside the bed, and began to help her with the wound on her finger.
He was very attentive and gentle. He was afraid of hurting her. He took care of the wound of her finger and put some medicine on her wrist. He carefully and pitifully dealt with the places that were red by him.
Do all this, put the medicine box back, he got up, took the broom and began to clean the mess.
Xia Xiwan looks at him, the wound on his big hand has not been treated, but the blood has coagulated into a lump. Soon he squats down, picks up the pill he discarded, puts it in his mouth and swallows it.
Xia Xiwan suddenly felt a big hand tightly grabbed her heart, let her pain.