She was terrified, and only wanted to stop Long Yutian's madness.
But he didn't expect that what he fumbled for would actually hurt him.
"I'm sorry—Long Yutian, I, I didn't mean it!"
Looking at the handsome side face of the man in front of him with blood, Feng Mengmeng's reddish cheeks turned pale, and he nestled on the sofa, clutching his neckline, trembling.
Tears also fell down with disappointment.
Long Yutian was already feeling dizzy because of the pain, and the desire/desire that was almost ready to come out just now was surging in his body, and it was very uncomfortable.
And this woman was crying again, as if a little white rabbit had been frightened.
Looking at it, Long Yutian felt a burst of chest tightness and anger: "Don't cry, this young master is not dead, cry for mourning!"
His tone was a little harsh.
Next to the door of the president's office is the secretary's office.
After Darlene heard a crackling sound coming from the boss's side, she hurriedly opened the door and ran in.
With a glance, he saw a mess in the office, mixed with glass shards and scattered clothes.
The big boss's face was stained with blood, and he squatted on the floor in embarrassment; while Feng Mengmeng was crouching on the sofa, trembling with fear.
The startled Darlene was stunned at the door for a moment, a little at a loss.
"What are you doing at the door in a daze, watching a play!"
Long Yutian let out a low growl from embarrassment.
It's shameful to be kicked off the sofa by a woman if you can't steal the chicken!
With this roar, Darlene's three souls were called back, and she hurriedly ran to call 120 for emergency services, and brought a medicine kit by the way, took out gauze and simply stopped the bleeding for Mr. President.
"Mengmeng, what's going on here?" Darlene glanced at Feng Mengmeng anxiously, and then saw that the boss was seriously injured, and muttered on her own initiative: "Look at the situation, should we inform the chairman and his wife? ?”
After a simple bandage, the blood on his forehead stopped, and Long Yutian's face, which was a little pale due to blood loss, became even more hard and cold.
"Darlene, please listen to this young master. If you dare to leak a word about today's matter and pass it on to the old man and the old lady, this young master will make you unable to eat!"
Darlene looked at the mess on the ground in great difficulty, and seemed to have guessed what happened between him and Mengmeng just now.
Hey—until now, the boss is still silently protecting her, for fear that she will be reprimanded by the chairman!
This seemingly arrogant and domineering relationship is cared for so carefully, but Mengmeng, does she understand
"Ah! Son, why are you hurt?!"
Finally, the fire could not be wrapped in paper, and before 120 arrived, Long Mu appeared in front of the office.
After seeing the situation in front of him, he immediately froze in place from his brisk pace.
"Yutian, who is so bold, dare to hit you with an ashtray? Tell me quickly, mom, I'll hit him right now, and avenge you!"
Mother of Dragon rolled up her sleeves and was about to fight, if she dared to hurt her son, she would be killed without mercy!
Long Yutian rubbed between his brows helplessly, pretending to be weak, lowered his eyes, and pointed the back of his head at her.
Mother Long, who was ignored by her son, had no choice but to shift the battle line, turning her head fiercely to look at the secretary squatting aside who was fiddling with gauze: "Dalin, tell me!"