C8 His Cruelty to Her

The 35th floor was a separate floor, with a glass ceiling and a glass floor. Looking up, one could see the dark blue sky, and looking down, one could see the work environment below.

Everyone seemed to have gone to eat, and it was very quiet at this time.

Therefore, no one stopped her, and Fangwu smoothly knocked on the CEO's office.

"Come in." A slightly deep voice was heard.

Fortunately, Li Qian was still here!

Fang Wu took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down before pushing open the door and entering.

At this moment, Li Qian was still busy working at his desk with his head lowered.

Transparent rays of light shone through the top of the glass, coating his body in a faint layer of light.

Five years.

He was still as eye-catching as before.

However, in comparison, he had matured. He had long since lost the immaturity he had when he was young.

"Put it down first, I'll eat it later." Without raising his head, he casually said this sentence.

Fang Wu took a step closer to him, hesitated, then said, "Li Qian, it's me."

The hand holding the pen suddenly paused. The next second, before he could even lift his head, the pen had already been thrown out by him heavily. It hit the glass wall, producing an ear-piercing sound.

Fang Wu was shocked as she stared blankly at the pen rolling at her feet.

What's wrong?

How had he angered the young master again!

"Get out!" He didn't even look at Fang Wu. Instead, he turned the leather chair around, using his back to stare coldly at her.

"I just want to ask you something that won't bother you for long." Fang Wu insisted.

Since she was already here, she wouldn't beat a hasty retreat.

She had a lot of questions to ask, besides her family, and... His legs...

"My mom, my mom, and everyone else …"

Before Fang Wu could finish her question, Li Qian suddenly turned around and glanced at her. His eyes were like torches, and the coldness in them made people shiver.

"Du Fangwu, try asking again!" As if provoked, he gritted his teeth.

He held a marble ashtray on the table and glared at her.

Fang Wu was startled by his sudden ferocious look, but she didn't step back. Instead, she took a step closer and said in a softer voice, "I just want to know what happened in the years I was gone." "My mom, are they still there?"

Li Qian's expression became even more gloomy and terrifying, his entire body emitting a violent aura.

Without waiting for Fang Wu to finish her sentence, he threw the ashtray at her without thinking.

Fang Wu did not dodge or evade. The ashtray smashed into her forehead, causing blood to flow.

Pain...

She didn't make a sound. Instead, she stubbornly stared at the berserk Li Qian, not moving at all.

Those eyes were crystal clear, so bright that it made Li Qian feel like he was in a trance …

"Du Fangwu, if you ask me again, I'll send you to hell to accompany them!" More and more blood flowed from her forehead, making Li Qian howl in frustration.

This woman was truly a fool!

An ashtray smashed down, but she didn't even know how to dodge?

Hell?!

Although her head was buzzing, Fang Wu could clearly hear these two words.

She stood there, swaying unsteadily. Only then did the wound on her forehead start to hurt …

Pain to... She wanted to cry … Cry and wail …

"If you want to cry, go to the hospital and cry!" Li Qian impatiently threw the documents on the table and shouted.

As if she was resisting his heartlessness and venting her sorrowful emotions, her lips pursed into a smile as she sat on the sofa and started crying. Her impudent appearance made her look like a child who would go back on his words.

Li Qian only felt his scalp go numb. Finally, he could no longer endure. He pushed his wheelchair, pushing it straight towards her.

Suddenly, Big Palm grabbed her wrist and pulled her out. "Du Fangwu, get lost to the hospital!" "Don't get in my way!"

Fang Wu only felt her wrist being heated up by the heat of his palm. She pulled out her hand but did not pull it out. Chen Xiaolian pushed him outside the door.

He turned around and walked back into the office.

Blood was dripping from his forehead to the tip of his nose. It was truly a heart-wrenching pain!

She stood just outside the glass door, enduring the pain, watching the blood drip and drip.

He could feel the torch-like gaze through the glass door, almost wanting to kill her!

"..."

This woman was doing it on purpose! Did she think he would be upset, that he would feel guilty, that he would feel sorry for her?

Du Fangwu, in your next life!

Li Qian gritted his teeth. After staring at her for only two seconds, he withdrew his gaze.

Ye Zichen picked up the remote control on the table and put down all the curtains in the room.

The inside and outside were completely isolated.

His eyes were blind, and his heart was pure!

Finally, his secretary, David, came back from dinner. Seeing Fang Wu's pale face and blood on her forehead, he was scared out of his wits. He didn't ask any questions and directly dragged her to the hospital.

Fortunately, the wound on her forehead was not deep and would not leave a scar. The doctor gave her a piece of gauze and gave her some pills.

Soon after leaving the hospital, Fang Wu insisted on following David back to the company.

She leaned against the window without strength, her eyes empty, still thinking about Li Qian's last words.

Hell … Hell … Hell … Hell …

The word hung over her like a spell.

Now, she really didn't hold any hope anymore …

Mom, she's really gone. As her daughter, she can't even see the last time …

Guilt and remorse weighed heavily on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

"I'm sorry about today, Miss Du." "Our company will bear all the costs of the hospital. As for the compensation, give us a figure …" Even without asking, David could guess what had happened to the wound on Fang Wu's head.

Fang Wu sniffed as if she hadn't heard David's words. "He's changed …" she mumbled to herself.

David turned his face to her in confusion. "Who?"

"Li Qian." Fang Wu tilted her head and answered honestly.

"No, it should be called Chief Li." "He used to be so bad-tempered that I suspected he was manic, but..." She shrugged. "It's worse than mania."

With his current temper, if he knew of Little Five's existence, he probably wouldn't hesitate to strangle her!

"So you really do know each other." David sighed and couldn't help but explain to the CEO, "Too many accidents have happened..." "Li was not made of iron, and occasionally he lost control of his emotions, but this was not often the case."

Again.

Fang Wu no longer wanted to ask in detail what had happened.

It was too cruel, too tragic, and she didn't want to hear it again.

Along the way, she and David were very quiet and didn't have much to talk about.

Maybe she was really exhausted, but she actually leaned against the window and slept lightly.

It wasn't until she reached the office that she woke up, thanked David, and got out to work on the 15th floor.