Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 1997 Troubled person!

When Song Hye Kyo's conspiracy in the Northern Dynasty was revealed, she was fully prepared to die.

Death, for ordinary people, is quite scary.

However, for Song Hye Kyo, who has received death education since she was a child, it cannot be said that drinking cold water will cause diarrhea, but she really does not take death too seriously.

But after she witnessed Han Xuan's tragic death, she realized that there are many forms of death.

Only then did she know that once she failed to complete the task assigned to her by the exorcist, she would die worse than Han Xuan.

Song Hye Kyo was scared.

She was finally afraid of death.

In order to survive, or rather not to die like Han Xuan, she had to do something.

Using her only weapon at the moment - beauty, to set a trap for Gao Fei.

But unfortunately, she failed.

Now Gao Fei told her very bluntly that the only person he could fear had died early this morning, and no matter what he wanted to do from now on, he would not have any scruples, including abandoning Song Hye Kyo.

Song Hye Kyo didn't know who that person was, she just saw that Gao Fei didn't lie to her.

After the final plot was revealed, Song Hye Kyo was completely desperate, even lost the courage to beg, slumped on the carpet like mud, staring blankly at something, as if she had lost her soul.

Goofy stood up.

He has said everything that should be said, and there are still many things waiting for him to do. He really doesn't want to waste time with a stupid woman who doesn't see the coffin and doesn't cry. Her life and death have nothing to him. relation.

Goofy opened the door and walked out.

He glanced back at her before closing the door.

Song Hye Kyo was still sitting there, with her back to him, without moving, like a statue.

There was a soft bang, which was the sound of closing the door.

Song Hye Kyo's body trembled slightly, all her strength disappeared, and then she collapsed on the ground limply, even breathing was so difficult, but tears flowed wantonly.

From the moment the door was closed, Song Hye Kyo knew she was dead.

The only difference left is how to die.

Tang Peng will drive her out of the Yunxiao Pavilion clubhouse, and now she is worthless to him, she will walk on the street like a walking dead, but within half an hour, she will be robbed by a car ——Then, she disappeared from the world forever.

It was as if she had never appeared in this world. People would know her name, perhaps many years later, from the top secrets of the Northern Dynasty: Song Hye Kyo, the former Second Lady of the Northern Dynasty, has died.

After she was brought back by Gao Fei, she still had a chance of survival.

It's just that she didn't cherish it, and thought that with her last weapon, she could win the hope of making a comeback.

madness.

Suicide.

She has no regrets, and she's not even afraid anymore.

She was crying because it was only now that she realized that she hadn't had time to enjoy life, fell in love with this beautiful world, and let down the good skin that God gave her in vain.

Tears flowed freely, and after an unknown amount of time, Song Hye Kyo closed her eyes.

She wished she could fall asleep and never wake up again.

But there was a voice, which sounded annoyingly from behind her: "I lack a secretary, do you have the confidence to do well?"

It was Goofy's voice.

He obviously closed the door and went out, why is he still in the house?
Just like a person whose heart stopped beating was shocked by an electric shock during the rescue process, Song Hye Kyo's heart suddenly started to move again, and the anger that had gone away returned to itself with tears like a bursting embankment again. She sat up abruptly and looked back.

With tears in his eyes, Gao Fei stood behind the door, looking at her with his arms folded, like a God who pities the suffering of the world.

"me--"

Song Hye Kyo really wanted to shout out that she had the confidence to do a good job in this job, but she couldn't speak out from her open mouth, she just nodded vigorously.

"Then get up and follow me."

After Gao Fei finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

Coming to the corridor, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window at the end, Gao Fei sighed softly: "Oh, when will I get over my soft-heartedness?"

Really soft-hearted people love to cry.

Lian Chunfang loves to cry, even though what she shed now is tears of joy.

She was going back to Shencheng, together with Tang Wenju who had recovered to normal.

This trip to Beijing was definitely a nightmare for Aunt Lian.

In the few days since she came to Jinghua, she never had time to go to the square she had longed for since she was a child to see the solemn flag-raising ceremony, and she never had the opportunity to stand on the Great Wall, open her arms and shout into the distance: Meng Jiangnu, here I come! Where are you?

These days, she has been staying in the Yunxiao Pavilion clubhouse, tormented by Lao Tang's sudden stupidity.

Jinghua is very beautiful and extremely yearning. After all, this is the heart of the motherland.

Lian Chunfang swore: she will never come to Beijing in this life.

"Mom, don't cry all the time, it makes my young master feel bad."

After seeing his mother always wiping tears there, Tang Peng's nose became sore and he blamed himself even more.

Which son in the world doesn't want his mother to laugh all day long, heartless?

Originally, Lian Chunfang was the kind of heartless, but after she came to Jinghua, she had a full heart, liver and lungs-this made Tang Peng feel very uncomfortable. He walked over and hugged his mother gently, wanting to be with her Say a few whispers, but don't know what to say.

Nestling in her son's generous arms, Lian Chunfang suddenly realized that the son who used to be shameless in her arms and grabbed milk from Old Tang was now a man, the kind who stood upright and could be protected by her as a child , in turn protecting her.

She shouldn't cry, she should laugh.

Isn't it because of filial piety that her son asked her to come to Beijing?

It was the old couple's bad luck, that's why those bad things happened, and it had nothing to do with the son.

"Okay, boy, I won't cry, old lady."

Wiping her nose vigorously on her son's clothes, Lian Chunfang raised her head to look into Tang Peng's eyes, and said softly, "Son, my mother, my greatest hope now is to be like your neighbor, Aunt Wang, holding a belt all day long." You brat, show off on the street."

"Oh, it's a pity that the clothes I just changed were soiled by you like this."

Tang Peng let out a scream, then looked back at Pan Dongdong, and said with a smile: "Okay, I just want a boy with a handle, how many do I want, and I will ask Sister Dong to mass-produce them for you."

Pan Dongdong's pretty face flushed red.

"Brat, you know how to make my old lady happy!"

Lian Chunfang punched her son in the chest, straightened his collar immediately, and said in a low voice, "Go and say goodbye to that shameless old man, he's too embarrassed to come here."

Looking up at Old Tang who was standing alone at the ticket gate, Tang Peng smiled and walked over.

If it were in the past, Lao Tang was in the airport waiting hall with many beauties, his 'presbyopic eyes' would have been turning on and off like a motor (a man can only keep his eyes open all the time if he doesn't want to come). A heart from years ago).

But now, he raised his head and studied the electronic screen solemnly, turning a blind eye to the pair of bold long legs walking by from time to time.

During this trip to Beijing, Old Tang suddenly understood a lot.

He felt that he could write a book after he went back, and the title was: Jinghua is Heaven and Hell.

A cigarette was handed over.

Tang Wenju looked down and reached out to take it, but then he stretched his black face and reprimanded him in a serious tone: "This is the waiting hall, and it is a non-smoking area! You are really ashamed for daring to smoke here. What I have taught you has really disappointed me!"

Looking at the old man with a regretful expression on his face, Tang Peng finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old Tang, if you can still think that smoking is not allowed here, it proves that you have returned to normal, so I can rest assured." .”

"You scolded me, when will I need you to worry about it?"

Tang Wenju cursed with a sneer, raised his hand and squeezed his son's face forcefully, and said in a low voice, "We are all men, aren't we?"

"Of course it's a man, or the kind of man who is indomitable!"

Tang Peng also wanted to reach out and slap his father hard on the face, but since this action was suspected of being unfilial, he had no choice but to give up: "Dad, you can go at ease, I..."

Tang Wenju interrupted him with a bad tone: "I know, you will wear sackcloth and filial piety to me after I die, so why would you make me the only unfilial son?"

Only then did Tang Peng realize that he had said the wrong thing, and when he was about to explain in a hurry, Old Tang's tone slowed down: "Boy, it's your responsibility and obligation to wear sackcloth and filial piety for me. I didn't, do you understand? "

"I understand. Dad, I'll be fine. Do you remember the first time I drank secretly, I promised you that when you were 80 years old, I would drink with you and get completely drunk?"

Looking at Old Tang's tired black face, Tang Peng suddenly wanted to cry.

"Of course I remember, and I can definitely wait until that day. But you have to work hard, kid, let's not talk about anything else, let's solve the troubles in front of us first."

Old Tang laughed lightly and looked behind Tang Peng.

Tang Peng looked back subconsciously, and saw a tall girl waving at him through the glass outside the window of the waiting hall, with an obvious flattering smile on her face, not far behind her, still standing still. Driving a small Alto.

Alas, how did this top product come about? When Tang Peng sighed, his eyes suddenly froze.

He saw, not far behind Jing Wuyan, a girl in a black windbreaker was stepping down from a Cayenne sedan.

"Xing Yasi looks much more haggard than before."

Tang Wenju's old eyes were still sharp.

Tang Peng, as if he didn't hear it, just stared at Xing Yasi blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Old Tang smiled, gloating: "Son, be careful with these girls, each one is more difficult to deal with than the other, but they are not as simple and easy to deceive as your old lady—forget it, I believe you know better than me. Alright , I’m gone, and finally congratulations on getting into trouble.”

No one likes to be in trouble, and neither does Gao Fei.

But sometimes, a man has to take the initiative to solicit trouble.

No way, who made Mr. Gao a soft-hearted person?

Sitting on a comfortable leather chair in the barber shop, Mr. Gao casually flipped through a beauty magazine. The air conditioner made him drowsy, so he really fell asleep.

I don't know how long he slept, as if someone lightly touched his shoulder.

Gao Fei immediately opened his eyes, and then saw a beautiful woman in a black white-collar suit standing in front of him, with an elegant and reserved smile on her lips: neutral short hair, bright eyes in those black-framed flat glasses , revealing the ability and shrewdness of an urban female white-collar worker.

"Oh, what, you want to sit in this chair?"

After Gao Fei was stunned for a moment, he stood up and was about to show off the airs of a gentleman. When he asked the lady to sit down, she smiled and said softly, "Boss, should we go to dinner?"

(End of this chapter)