Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

She finally ran to the door, a hand just caught the door handle, Gu Beihua's voice fell again.

The little secretary broke her teeth and forced herself to stand still. She decided that she had to tell the business first whether she was dead or alive. So she turned her head mechanically, "boss, there's a document..."

Gu Beihua ignored her. He didn't know when he had stood up and his face was as calm as ever. If it wasn't for his messy hair, his straight shirt wrinkled, and his blood dripping intermittently, I couldn't see any of the description just now.

Eh?

Blood?!

The little secretary almost bit his tongue in the middle of his speech. He was shocked for dozens of seconds before he tentatively said, "boss, your hand..."

"Call and make an appointment for me. The business card is in the second drawer on the left side of my desk."

Gu Beihua gave an order in a cold voice. She didn't dare to ask any more. She nodded and ran away.

Gu Beihua coagulates her back, and the blurred focus in front of her eyes returns to the pure brightness.

In the palm of his hand, he held a piece of vase. After the smooth enamel broke, the rest was no longer aesthetic, only the original sharpness.

The rough edge, which is not so smooth, plunges into the palm. It has already made the softest place in the middle of the palm bloody. But Gu Beihua seems to feel no pain and still holds the fragment tightly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sinister smile came out of the corner of his mouth.

In a ward, Tan Jing slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils were hurt by the sudden light. Her throat was as dry and hot as swallowing a fire. She opened her mouth to ask for water, but her mouth couldn't move. She was stunned for a second, and then she came back to herself. Her heart was filled with a feeling that was worse than an abnormal dry cough.

Shaking, she raised her hand to her face, and her fingertips really touched a rough piece of gauze, which she was familiar with, but it was a new gauze.

Tan Jing calmly withdrew her hand and stared at the snow-white ceiling. She didn't know what to think.

This is the first time that she has had plastic surgery in this period of time. The gauze and liquid medicine have been changed batch by batch. She can hardly count the number of times.

After a few days in the dark and narrow basement, she was taken out, but her eyes were still blindfolded and her mouth was blocked. When she was taken off her blindfold, she found that she had been sent to the place she is now.

In front of her eyes were a group of blonde foreigners, all wearing masks and spotless white coats. Without waiting for her to ask questions, they gave her an injection of anesthesia. When they woke up, their heads were covered with such a thick layer of gauze, and their facial features would hurt if they made a slight expression.

She was so flustered that she wanted to see what was wrong with her face. As soon as her arm was about to move, she was held down. She wanted to turn her head to see it in horror. Then she heard Gu Beihua's cold voice falling from her head, "don't move."

Tan Jing has always been afraid of Gu Beihua, but after this kidnapping and closing the basement, she is now taken to this ghost place where she doesn't know where. For the first time in a long time, she heard the voice of an acquaintance. She was so excited that she struggled to sit up.

Gu Beihua began to say the next sentence when the tone has been clearly with some displeasure, "said don't move! I've spent so much money on your face now. Don't toss about and ruin it again. "

His words are very understatement, but listening to Tan Jing's ears, it's just like pouring a basin of cold water on her head, and her body and heart are completely cold in an instant.

After a moment's pause, Gu Beihua continued, "be wise, you can suffer less! I've raised you for so long. It's time to use you. Don't let me down! "