Chapter 112
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The door to Long Sijue's study room was always open, and the lights were also on twenty-four hours a day. After Su Qianxun entered the room, she hesitated for a moment before she walked over to his desk and took a look.
Something like a recording pen should be in the drawer of the desk. She opened it and took a look. There was no recording pen in the first drawer, only some fountain pens.
After she closed the drawer, she opened the second drawer. Su Qianxun had already thought it through. If there was nothing in this drawer, she would stop looking for it. After all, it would be considered an invasion of someone else's privacy.
In fact, she was already regretting coming in. She didn't expect there to be more than one recording pen in the second drawer.
Su Qianxun was pleasantly surprised. She took it out and tried it on. She lowered her head and noticed that there was a beautiful hair clip in the drawer. There was a beautiful snowflake on the hair clip, and it looked extremely adorable. But it was probably worn by a teenage girl.
Out of curiosity, Su Qianxun picked up the hair clip and looked at it. Just as she was about to put it back, Long Sijue had already walked up to her and reached out to snatch the hair clip away!
His actions were very rough. There were iron wires in the hair clip. Su Qianxun felt a sharp pain in her palm, which had just recovered from the burn. She immediately clenched her fists.
The little girl looked at the man in front of her with a cold and oppressive look in his eyes. She subconsciously took two steps back and felt a strong sense of suffocation in her chest.
"Su Qianxun, you're amazing! Who allowed you to enter my study room and touch my things? "The look in Long Sijue's eyes was extremely terrifying. She did not even doubt that he wanted to strangle her to death.
"I … I'm sorry … I … I just wanted to borrow the recording …" Su Qianxun wanted to explain.
The voice recorder in her hand was mercilessly yanked away. His gaze was still frighteningly cold. Su Qianxun could no longer breathe under the pressure of his height.
"Get out!"
Su Qianxun bit her lower lip hard, turned around, and ran away. She was so nervous that her lower abdomen bumped against the table, and her small face contorted in pain.
She didn't dare to stop and quickly ran out of his study.
Long Sijue's body swayed a little. He opened his hand, and the snowflake-shaped hair clip on his head was already deformed. He tossed it back in frustration and sat back in the chair. He raised his hand and massaged the area between his eyebrows!
He had a splitting headache!
Su Qianxun almost bumped into Ye Gu, who was walking over. He looked at the disheveled young woman before him and reached out to hold her back.
"What's wrong?" Ye Gu furrowed his good-looking eyebrows.
Su Qianxun raised her head and looked at him. Her mind was in a mess right now. She suddenly burst into tears. "I didn't do it on purpose. I really didn't do it on purpose. I called him. I didn't go through his stuff on purpose. I really need it."
Ye Gu stared at the incoherent look on her face as tears streamed down his cheeks incessantly. His face was so pale that it was almost translucent. He felt as if a large hand was squeezing his heart so hard that he was almost suffocating.
"Don't worry about me. I hate being like this!" Su Qianxun pushed him away forcefully, turned around and ran away. She wiped the tears off her face vigorously.
Damn it, why are you crying? 'Su Qianxun, remember this. You have no right to be weak!'
Ye Gu furrowed his eyebrows as he watched her stumble away. His hands, which were covered in wounds, clenched tightly into fists.
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