Dear Mr. Shi

The operating room was very quiet and cold, and the air with a strong smell of disinfectant was filled with suffocating tension.

She saw Li Wei lying on the rescue platform with a pale face and a cold body. She only found it difficult to breathe.

She shook her head, desperately: "No, this must be a lie to me, it must be fake."

Someone came in outside and signaled Song Qinghuan to go out. Song Qinghuan was unwilling to check whether Li Wei was really out of breath, but Chen Tian stopped him.

Then, Chen Tian forced Song Qinghuan out of the hospital.

Song Qinghuan hugged his knees, sat curled up in the back seat of the car, bowed his head and cried, her face covered with stray long hair.

Chen Tian looked at her nervously, not knowing how to speak.

He had been driving the car quietly, and after receiving Shi Yuhan at the airport, he was relieved instantly, and finally did not have to face it alone. Song Qinghuan with such a sad and desperate expression was no longer needed.

After getting in the car, Shi Yuhan took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Song Qinghuan: "I have a letter here, written to you by Li Wei!"

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in astonishment, and she quickly reached out and took Cong.

The letter was not opened, which proved that no one had touched it. She tore a hole and pulled out the paper inside, two pages of paper sprinkled.

"Qing Huan, when you read this letter, maybe I have already gone to your brother. I know you must have a hard time believing everything that happened with the sudden change in front of you.

In fact, there is one thing that I have always wanted to tell you, but I have never been able to tell you that I killed your brother.

Speaking of this matter, it seems to have to follow more than ten years ago.

I am an unlucky and very lucky girl. Although my family is very poor, I have a mother who loves me.

She took pains to raise me up for me to go to school.

But in my first year of high school, she fell ill, and I had to go to work in a nightclub in order to raise money for her treatment.

At that time, I was really scared, so scared, I didn't want to give up and ruin myself like this, but I had to ask for money again.

Wherever I met him, everyone called him ‘K’. K feels very warm to me, much like my father who has gone to heaven.

On that day, he didn't embarrass me at all. He didn't even touch my finger. He still asked me with concern if there was any difficulty, so he came to work in this kind of place at a young age.

I was crying and told him honestly that I needed money to treat my mother's illness.

After listening, he asked me if he was interested in making a deal with him.

I thought he wanted my body, but the result was not. He told me that he could not only use money to treat my mother's illness, but also help me finish school.

And what I have to pay is unconditional obedience to him. At that time, for my mother, I agreed without hesitation.

After trading with him, I not only saved my mother's life, but also transferred to the best high school and attended the best university. I was very happy at the time. I think K is my lucky god.

The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring. He gave me more than just the grace of dripping water, so I never thought about right or wrong for what he asked me to do, and I willingly did it all.

When I went to work at Times Group, as in other companies, according to his requirements, I made some data changes to some bills, sometimes out of the account, sometimes in the account, I don't know who has someone to help him.