Chapter 112 I Hate Myself Like This

The door of Long Sijue's study was always open, and the light was on 24 hours a day. After Su Qianxun went in, she hesitated for a moment and walked to his desk to take a look.

Recorders and other things should be placed in the drawers of the desk. She opened it and looked. There was no recorder in the first drawer, only some pens and other things.

After closing it, she opened the second drawer. Su Qianxun had already thought that if there was no recorder in this drawer, she could not look for it again. After all, this would be considered an invasion of other people's privacy.

She actually regretted coming in. She didn't expect that there was really a recorder in the second drawer, and more than one.

Su Qianxun was extremely surprised. She took it out and tried it. She lowered her head and found that there was a beautiful hairpin in the drawer. There was a beautiful little snowflake on the hairpin, which was very cute, but it should be worn by a little girl in her teens.

Su Qianxun was just curious, so she picked up the hairpin and took a look. Just when she wanted to put it back, Long Sijue had already walked in front of her and reached out to take the hairpin back!

His movements were very rough. There was iron wire on the hairpin. Su Qianxun only felt a stinging pain in the palm of her hand that had just recovered from the burn. She immediately clenched her fist.

The little girl looked at the terrifying look of the man in front of her. Her eyes were cold and oppressive. She subconsciously took two steps back and felt a strong suffocation in her chest.

"Su Qianxun, you are really great! Who allowed you to enter my study and touch my things?" Long Sijue's eyes were particularly terrifying. She didn't even doubt that he wanted to strangle her to death.

"Yes... I'm sorry... I... I just want to borrow it to record..." Su Qianxun wanted to explain.

The recorder in her hand was mercilessly taken away. His eyes were still cold and scary. Coupled with the pressure of his height, Su Qianxun was completely out of breath.

"Get out!"

Su Qianxun bit her lower lip tightly, turned around and ran away. Because she was too nervous, her lower abdomen hit the table, and her little face was twisted in pain.

She didn't dare to stop and quickly escaped from his study.

Long Sijue's body shook. He opened his hand. The snowflake-shaped hairpin on it had been deformed by him. He threw the thing back in annoyance, sat back on the chair, and raised his hand to rub his eyebrows!

Headache!

Su Qianxun almost bumped into Ye Gu who was walking over. He looked at the embarrassed girl in front of him and reached out to hold her.

"What's wrong?" Ye Gu's beautiful thick eyebrows tightened.

Su Qianxun looked up at him. Her mind was a little confused now. She suddenly burst into tears, "I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it. I called him. I didn't mean to mess around with his things. I really need it."

Ye Gu looked at her incoherent appearance, tears kept falling down, her little face was pale as if transparent, his heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand, and he was almost suffocated.

"Don't worry about me, I hate myself like this!" Su Qianxun pushed him away with force, turned around and ran away, she wiped the tears from her face with force.

Damn, why are you crying? Su Qianxun, remember this, you have no right to be weak!

Ye Gu looked at her staggering back, frowned, and clenched his hands covered with wounds into fists.

Su Qianxun returned to the room and went to the bathroom. She washed her face desperately, and slowly the wounds on her hands stopped bleeding.