Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 630 The pain is gone

Feng Ruixi was also stunned, he smashed the ashtray so hard that he almost woke up his wine.

He just got angry, picked up something and threw it at it without thinking too much, and he didn't even know what it was that he picked up and hit someone.

Feng Mocheng's face was soaked in blood, which stained everyone's eyes red.

Hai Yan immediately shouted towards the door: "Come on!"

With a bang, the door of the office was pushed open, and the secretary walked in with the security guard.

Seeing the blood on Feng Mocheng's face, he almost screamed in fright, "Oh my God, Mr. Feng, what's wrong with you?"

Hai Yan immediately said: "Hurry up and prepare a car to take Mr. Feng to the hospital!"

"Okay." The secretary immediately turned around to call a taxi, but suddenly, Feng Mocheng stopped him, "Wait a minute."

When the secretary heard the voice, she stopped in her footsteps and turned her head, "Mr. Feng, do you have any orders?"

Feng Mocheng pushed Haiyan away, staggered and stood up straight. He reached out, picked up a pack of wet wipes on the table, and began to wipe the blood on his face bit by bit.

Soon, the white wipes were stained red with blood, and there was no trace of whiteness.

He threw the tissue on the table, put his hands on it, and said in a deep voice, "No need to go to the hospital, I'm fine."

"How could it be all right?" Hai Yan worried, "Your forehead was cut and you bled so much, you should go to the hospital for a checkup."

"I'm not going, I'm fine." He waved his hand.

"President Feng, don't be like this, go to the hospital for a checkup, at least the pain will be relieved."

"I don't feel pain." Feng Mocheng suddenly closed his eyes, opened them again after only two seconds, and said calmly, "Everyone get out."

Hai Yan was a little anxious: "Mr. Feng, what's wrong with you?"

"Get out!" Feng Mocheng frowned, his tone a little impatient.

Hai Yan was startled, but seeing Feng Mocheng's resolute look, he didn't say any more, he told the security: "The second young master is drunk, send him back."

Feng Ruixi can't provoke Feng Mocheng here, this drunk can do anything.

Feng Ruixi was a little sober from the wine, and the smell of blood penetrated the tip of his nose.

He didn't speak until now, and he didn't know what to say, he just looked at Feng Mocheng in shock.

Until the security guard held his left and right arms, "Second Young Master, let's go."

"Let me go, let me go!".

Hai Yan said to the security: "Hurry up and take him away!"

The security guard immediately dragged Feng Ruixi out.

Stimulated by this, Feng Ruixi's alcohol came back again, and he shouted: "Feng Mocheng, you bastard! Where did you get Lin Jing? I will never let it go!"

The door of the office was closed again, only Hai Yan and Feng Mocheng were left inside.

"President Feng, go to the hospital, I think you're seriously injured."

Feng Mocheng waved his hands and sat on the chair, "I'm fine."

"How can it be okay? What if I have a concussion?"

"So what?" Feng Mocheng said indifferently, "I don't feel it, so let's go find some band-aids."

How can this work?Your wound needs to be disinfected, how can you not feel it? "Hai Yan didn't believe it, he felt pain just looking at it.

"I said I didn't feel it, but I didn't feel it. Don't you understand what I said?" Feng Mocheng leaned weakly on the chair, reached out and touched his wound, there was no pain at all.

He even reached out and pressed it, but he didn't feel any pain.

(End of this chapter)