The clenched fist loosened and clenched, and the last fist hit the wall, and the unhealed wound instantly became fleshy.
Pei Haoran opened his mouth and sighed, but still didn't say anything.
"When you come out later, she will be sent directly to the ICU. Go and clean up first, and then come and see."
Song Cheng nodded, did not resist this time, and followed Pei Haoran to deal with the wound.
After one night, the blood in the wound on the back had solidified and was connected to the shirt. Just as Pei Haoran separated the shirt from the wound, fresh blood poured out immediately.
The pain can be imagined, but Song Cheng is like a walking dead, as if there is no pain.
As soon as he was done, he changed his clothes and hurried back.
Su Kui has been sent to the ICU ward. During the isolation and observation period, the family members can only see the patient through the glass. Song Cheng is separated from her by a transparent glass, but it seems to be separated by a whole world.
The thin and pitiful woman lying on the sick with her eyes closed, her face was cut open by glass, and after a whole night of fermentation, it turned into a bluish-purple.
His heart was twitching all the time, Song Cheng paused, and finally took a deep look at Su Kui, then turned and walked out of the nursing room.
Pei Haoran, who rushed to the outside, dropped a sentence, "Take care of her, she is missing a strand of hair, I only ask you!"
Pei Haoran staggered, almost choked to death by a word from him, and whispered to his leaving back for a long while: "Why, see the guy who is looking forgotten friends!"
But I did it honestly...
As soon as he stepped onto the 38th floor, Vivian hurriedly greeted him and asked with a worried expression: "BOSS, you..."
But looking up at Song Cheng's gloomy almost dripping expression between his eyebrows, he consciously swallowed the rest of "Is it okay" back into his stomach.
This situation is definitely not all right!
Without stopping, Song Cheng took off his coat as he walked, "Did you find out who did it?"
Vivian helped his glasses, strode to keep up with Meteor, holding the file folder and reporting attentively, "I found it, and it is estimated that Changyun did it. They are bound to have the land in the western suburbs, and they have almost transferred all the company's flow. Funds came to win this bid, but we were cut off in the end. Their company has already had problems with the operation. The group of people yesterday was probably sent by Changyun to retaliate."
Song Cheng nodded and said that he knew it. He threw down his jacket on the sofa, walked to the desk and sat down, turned on the computer and looked at the trend of Changyun stock market. Questions?"
Vivian was frightened by the murderous intent in his eyes, and his heart missed half a beat, but after all, it was someone who followed Song Cheng. There was still a certain degree of concentration. He calmed his mind and said, "No problem, I will go down. Commanded."
"Ok."
It wasn't until the high heels pattering on the ground that the sound gradually faded away, and the office was silent again. Song Cheng felt as if his whole strength had been evacuated, his straight spine softened and he leaned into the back of the chair.
Just now, even though he already had the answer in his heart, when he heard it again, Song Cheng still couldn't control it, and wanted to immediately pick out the mastermind of this matter, so that he might be better off dead!
can--
He hates himself even more, why didn't he protect her, as if staying beside him, always hurt.
Either he was hurt by himself, or he was hurt by his enemies.
However, he couldn't let go.