Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

She was wearing Zhiyun's remaining red dress and stood quietly in the corner.

Compared with the surrounding lively atmosphere, it looks lonely and alienated.

Looking at the little sister who is loved and cared for like a little princess, her heels are faintly painful, and you can imagine how badly the place worn by the new shoes is.

But even so, she just stubbornly straightened her neck, so that no one could see her persistence.

——The Song family has double Shu, and the one in the red dress is Miss Song, Song Chenxi!

——Why, Shao Gong is interested?

--ugly.

Turning in the direction of the voice, she happened to look at the talking boy.

That boy has the best eyes in the world.

Even now, Song Chenxi thinks so.

The fingertips glowed slightly, and the picture turned around and came to the courtyard.

Compared with the lively atmosphere of the villa, the courtyard is quiet and beautiful, and the stubborn girl can finally relax and kick the high heels aside.

Showing snow-white toes like jasmine petals.

Click.

There was a fire light in the darkness.

Then the smell of tobacco permeated.

She looked at him again.

With a mocking smile with thin lips, the young Qing Li walked towards her.

——The one inside is more pleasing than you.

He said.

Looking condescendingly at her in embarrassment.

However, the next second, the boy squatted halfway in front of her, stretched out his hand to hold her white little feet, and carefully applied the band-aids that he had found from unknown sources to the worn-out parts of her heels.

Until all this was done, he slowly raised his head and raised his eyebrows.

--happy Birthday.

Song Chenxi stood not far away and looked at the two, her eyes gentle and sad.

She is the player in the game.

It's like an outsider again.

The screen continues to switch.

The illegitimate child of the palace is raging, and the whole Selangor is waiting to see the jokes of the palace.

School health room.

The girl pushed in.

The teacher is not here.

But there was a person standing in front of the French windows.

Hearing the sound, the other party turned his head coldly.

——Come to see me joke?

The boy was smoking a cigarette, with frost on his eyebrows, blood on the knuckles of his fingers, he knew that he had just finished the fight, and his whole body was full of hostility that hadn't had time to fade away.

Song Chenxi silently watched the girl walk over, took out the medicine box from the cabinet in the health room, and came to the boy.

--roll.

The moment she stretched out her hand to him, a hoarse and low anger sounded in her ears.

The girl turned a deaf ear to her and took the other's hand.

--do not move.

she says.

The boy really stopped moving.

Let her handle her wounds quietly and carefully.

Fragmented sunlight reflected on the two of them through the floor-to-ceiling windows from under the white veil curtains.

Two days later, the boy's mother passed away unexpectedly.

The illegitimate child was taken back to the palace five days after the teenage mother's death.

Since then, the palace has been in chaos.

We met again in the biggest nightclub in Selangor.

He has not been home for a week.

——Let me go back? Okay? Drank it!

Inside the private room, there was a smog.

Someone booed.

There are at least dozens of bottles of beer on the table.

The girl coldly stared at the boy in the middle of the sofa, without saying a word, drinking bottle by bottle.

At the beginning, there were people making noises, but when one bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles...After countless bottles went down, there was no sound in the private room.

--enough!

Until the boy kicked open the coffee table in front of him, stretched out his hand and pulled the girl's wrist to walk outside.

Through the feasting and feasting, the only thing the girl can remember is the hot temperature on the wrist.

——Song Chenxi, who are you mine?

In a dark alley, the young girl was pushed against the wall by the teenager, trapped between her arms.