School Girl's Chief Master

"I've been through ten thousand years, and my body is not as good as before. Every hundred years, there will be a week when the wound of my body can't heal. Today is the last day, and tomorrow the wound will heal."

Ye Ling holds Anna's arm, like a poor little dog, "you scared me to death. If I didn't have you, I really couldn't live."

When they returned to the house, the enchantress cooked and cooked herself.

"By the way, is what you said on the phone true?" Anna stares at Ye Ling.

"It's true, of course it's true. I've clarified everything. I have a girlfriend! In the future, we will not accept any refutation. We can't do business, and we can't do girlfriends! " Ye Ling said firmly.

Anna put the cake on the table and put in the candles.

"Make a wish soon. Today is your birthday. You are still running around like this. Not so good. "

After a while, the table is full of vegetables, which ye Ling likes to eat.

"Come on, eat quickly, you are all hungry!"

The enchantress looked at her food with pride, "try my craft quickly, what do you think?"

Ye Ling tasted, "good! All right! You can be a chef with this skill! Delicious

Andre put the cake in the middle of the table. "Make a wish, it's your birthday!"

Ye Ling closed her eyes, prayed devoutly, and then blew the candle.

"Come on! What wish would you like to tell us? " She said with a bad smile.

Ye Ling coughed a, "tell you words, no, can't realize."

The enchantress said, "stingy, what can't be said? Anyway, every time you realize your wish, what wish do you need now?"

Ding!

Ye Ling received a text message from Feng Xin.

"Ye Ling, Qu ye, he's dead."

Ye Ling Leng for a while, some disbelief, he didn't hurt Qu Ye last time, but, how died??

"What's the matter?"

Anna sees Ye Ling's abnormality and asks.

"Qu ye, he's dead..."

Although a few people on the scene have hated Qu ye to the bone, but everyone was stunned.

"How did he die? Who told you that? "

"It's Feng Xin." Ye Ling said.

"It's OK. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. He must have suffered for himself and set himself on fire. That's why he has become what he is now!"

But ye Ling's mind is not about it. The death of Qu Ye is a small matter. It must be a wave of public opinion. Even Ye Ling has thought about the title.

If ye Ling, the president of a company, has a competitor died, will he be closely related to him?

"No matter. Let's eat first. The most important thing today is to be happy."

Ye Ling left her cell phone aside and concentrated on eating.

After dinner, everyone is ready to go back to the room to have a rest. Ye Ling takes out her mobile phone.

Now there are 50 missed calls, of which 20 are from Bai Meimei, 10 from Qian Li, and the others are from Feng and Feng Xin.

Ye Ling goes to the balcony and calls Bai Meimei.

"Mr. Ling, how can you answer the phone? We are all in a hurry!"

"What's the matter? What's the matter, you say."

Ye Ling is calm and calm.

"Qu ye, that general manager Qu is dead! The cause of death is unknown. The body has been pulled away. Tomorrow, his father will come over! " Bai Meimei's tone is flustered.

"His father?"

"Yes, you don't know, Qu Ye's father? Qu Tiancheng is a huge business leader in Yingdu. It is said that the royal family of Yingdu has contacts with him, not to mention that we are in China. "

Ye Ling lit a cigarette. I'm afraid that this matter is completely out of his control now. After a big problem is solved, there comes a bigger problem.

"Don't panic. We didn't do it."

"Mr. Ling, I'll tell you something confidential. It's said that no one saw Qu Ye's body, but he was carried away by the doctor. What I said is that his death is definitely not so simple."

When Bai Meimei said this, her voice was so small that she could hardly hear it.

The smoke in Ye Ling's hand shakes for a while, and some ashes fall directly to the ground.

"Well, I see. Don't worry about it. I'll deal with it tomorrow."

As soon as the phone was cut off, Qian Li's call came in.

"Mr. Ling, now the media outside are exerting pressure on our company, saying that it has nothing to do with our company. What should we do?"

Ye Ling scratch already disheveled hair, "well, I know, tomorrow in processing, you put your heart back to the stomach, nothing."

Hang up, Ye Ling nest in the sofa, who can kill you?

Thinking, thinking, Ye Ling decided to go to the morgue to see Qu Ye's body.

Ye Ling wears black clothes, a mask and a cap. In order to be unobtrusive, he doesn't drive. He finds the hospital with the smell of Qu Ye.

Inside the hospital, the lights have been turned off, just at the door, there are a group of people in black guarding.

Ye Ling secretly opens the window of the first floor toilet, jumps in, and tries not to make a sound.

Just then, someone came into the bathroom.

Ye Ling quickly hid in the toilet.

"Whose is this new body?"

"Qu ye, President Qu!"

"Damn it! It's impossible, Mr. qu. don't lie to me. "

"What are you doing? It's him, but it's a bit abnormal. Since President Qu's corpse was carried in, someone has been guarding the morgue, not letting outsiders in, and then the whole hospital is like a prisoner, not letting in, not letting out! "

Ye Lingtou listened to the conversation between the two men.

When the two men went far away, Ye Ling came out. The morgue was on the second floor underground. It took about 100 meters to get to the nearest stairway on the second floor underground.

It needs to go through a duty room.

Ye Ling walked quietly through the duty room and quickly went downstairs.

Fortunately, some of the people in the duty room are asleep now. Otherwise, they will be alarmed.

The morgue is the innermost one on the second floor of the ground floor. There are three rooms in it. The room where Qu Ye's corpse is parked has the most watchmen.

Ye Ling takes advantage of the gap between the two guards, directly sneaks into the morgue.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a special smell inside. This smell can't be described. It's more like the smell of formalin.

But there are other flavors in between.

Ye Ling lies under the shelf of the corpse, looking at the name on the corpse.

None of them is Qu Ye. It's summer. There is a bad smell in it. Ye Ling covers her nose and shuttles back and forth between the corpses.