Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

that's it.

day after day.

Year by year.

To take over the Song clan, Song Chenxi was ordered in danger.

At that time, the Song family was facing internal and external troubles.

Externally, Chinese companies headed by the Yuan Group have sprung up in Malaysia, constantly impacting the stable local market. Internally, the brother-in-law and several major shareholders have a strange idea, and they are about to cause trouble.

As soon as Song Chenxi took the position, she immediately carried out reforms drastically, stabilizing external worries with the strongest posture, and calming the internal strife. In a short time, people would never dare to underestimate her ability.

In this way, she became President Song who was cold-faced and selflessly killing and decisive in others' mouths.

It was also at this time that she was kidnapped by her uncle.

Nine deaths and a lifetime.

The only belief that supported her survival was that person.

For dozens of kilometers, she walked back step by step.

Grievance, fear, anxiety, and sadness follow.

Song Chenxi looked at herself, and the fluorescence stayed on her shoulder, as if she was watching a movie in the past.

She didn't even notice the shoes were missing.

When I walked back, my feet were already scarred.

Blood dripping.

But what was waiting for her was the news that that person was engaged to Zhiyun!

a bolt from the blue.

When she pushed open the door of the banquet hall full of guests and friends in this manner, madness and despair violently tore at her heart.

She walked directly towards the two of them.

Each step left a deep blood mark on the ground.

"I wish you..."

——Growing together

"To tie the knot……"

——This life and this life

"Unswervingly!"

Song Chenxi's voice merged with herself in the fantasy world.

Word by word.

All blood and tears.

He raised his head and drank the champagne in his hand.

A serious illness.

--I've been waiting for you……

——Why are you still not coming back.

——Are you...not coming back.

Song Chenxi looked at herself lying on the bed and talking nonsense because of the high fever, and there was still the slightest indifference to the outside world where she was fragile.

Yes.

No one knew this except for herself.

At the same time, the emergency room.

The various instruments monitoring her vital signs began to alarm frantically, and all the medical staff became nervous.

"What is it!"

Only the holy hand standing on the operating table had a calm expression.

There was no pause in the movement of his hands.

"Hemostatic forceps!"

The hair that was dyed into silver was hidden behind the surgical cap, and a pair of sharp eyes calmed the mind.

The assistant immediately passed the hemostatic forceps into his hand!

In reality, when the sacred hand and the **** of death were racing against time, Song Chenxi in the dream had already followed her, revisiting the bits and pieces of these years.

Until the sky was full of fire.

——You just can't tolerate your sister?

——Chen Xi, you are the most important person to me.

——I can't wait for you to die.

——Dawn, I love you.

The past all fell silent amidst this sound.

In the skyrocketing fire, she was covered with blood and just leaned there quietly, bent her knees and hugged herself, letting the smoke and fire engulf her.

The fluorescent floating on Song Chenxi's shoulder.

She watched her fade into maturity a little bit and return to the way she was when she was a child.

The hustle and bustle faded.

Song Chenxi finally walked towards the self.

"Tired?"

In the billowing flames, Song Chenxi sat beside her, letting the phantom rest on her shoulders.

Big tears slid down his cheeks.

After all these years, she was finally able to cry unscrupulously like she is now.

"Stay and stay with me."

The outside world is too tired.

Reaching out, Song Chenxi finally had the opportunity to give her past self a hug.