Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 631 Very comfortable

Hai Yan felt strange, he took a closer look at Feng Mocheng's wound, and then asked: "President Feng, your wound looks serious, it must be very painful."

"Pain?" Feng Mocheng suddenly grinned: "I don't know what's wrong, I don't feel it at all, when it hit my head, not only did it not hurt, but it also felt very comfortable."

"What?" Hai Yan opened his eyes wide and looked at him in astonishment: "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Mocheng looked around until his eyes fell on the ashtray lying on the ground, "Give me that." He pointed.

Hai Yan was puzzled, but still stepped forward, bent down, picked up the ashtray, and placed it in front of Feng Mocheng.

Feng Mocheng brought the ashtray over and looked at it carefully.

"President Feng, you really need to go to the hospital to have a look, this is not acceptable."

"You go out." Feng Mocheng put the ashtray on the table, and said casually: "I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital."

"But……"

"Come on, I told you to go out, did you hear?" Feng Mocheng raised his voice, it was an order, not a discussion with him.

Hai Yan was very worried, but seeing Feng Mocheng's resolute appearance, he couldn't say anything more, so he left the president's office.

When Hai Yan came to the door, the secretary just came up, "Assistant Hai, Mr. Feng is injured, do you want me to call an ambulance?"

Hai Yan waved his hand: "I don't need it for the time being, you go and do your work, leave it to me, Mr. Feng."

The secretary nodded with relief, and then returned to his desk.

Hai Yan was about to leave, but when he thought of Feng Mocheng's terrifying eyes just now, he suddenly felt a little scared.

Such a big ashtray hit him hard on the head, and he beat his head until he bled. He didn't even frown, and he still felt comfortable. Isn't this the mentality of a pervert?
Masochist?
Suddenly, Hai Yan felt ominous, and he immediately turned around and went back to the CEO's office.

bang bang bang!He knocked on the door outside: "Mr. Feng, can I go in?"

There was no response, and the panic in Hai Yan's heart became more intense.

This time, without waiting for Feng Mocheng to open the door, he directly pushed the door and walked in.

The scene in front of him shocked him, "What are you doing?"

He rushed forward almost as fast as he could, snatched the fragment from Feng Mocheng's hand, and threw it on the ground.

And Feng Mocheng's wrists were covered with cuts, and the wound on his forehead seemed to be torn open, bleeding again.

Feng Ruixi grabbed his hand, checked his wound, and suddenly became annoyed, "What are you doing? Are you torturing yourself?"

Feng Mocheng's hands were covered with blood, he suddenly smiled, "It turns out that the feeling of pain can make people so comfortable."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Hai Yan felt more and more that Feng Mocheng was sick, and it was a mental illness, "I'll take you to the hospital, how can you hurt yourself like this?"

He pulled Feng Mocheng up, but Feng Mocheng pushed him away with a big wave of his hand, "Don't touch me, go away!"

"President Feng, can you stop doing this? I know that you are doing this because of Lin Jing. I'll go find her now and ask her to come and see you, okay?"

"Don't mention her to me again!" Feng Mocheng clenched his fists tightly and said through gritted teeth, "She's already dead, she died in the past, I didn't even see her for the last time, I foolishly sent her away!"

(End of this chapter)