After the all-powerful secretary resigned, the aloof CEO fainted from tears

Duan Biqian knelt on the ground and cried, breaking down and crying for a long time.

Shen Zhixun stood there, looking at her expressionlessly.

When things have reached this point, he has an unshirkable responsibility.

Mo Ran should hate Su Nanxing for his death.

If he hadn't been dragging his feet, perhaps Duan Biqian wouldn't be so filled with hatred that he would die in silence.

Don't say that she won't forgive herself, and he can't forgive himself either.

"Hahaha!"

The woman was crying and suddenly laughed, "I killed someone, and I want to go to jail! But Shen Zhixun, you have killed someone now too! You killed my parents! You also have to go to jail! You also have to die, because of you Die with me! I don’t regret it! I don’t regret it!”

"Do you think our president would do such a stupid thing for you?"

Ling He looked at her mockingly, then clapped his hands.

The two people at the edge of the rooftop immediately used machines to hoist the two people hanging in the air.

Her parents were not dead, they were just in a coma after taking medicine.

"Mom and Dad!"

Duan Biqian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his parents were not dead.

But then I thought about it, Shen Zhixun did all this just to force her to admit that she killed someone.

Her heart suddenly fell to the bottom. She raised her eyes, her eyes gradually turning scarlet.

"Shen Zhixun, do you have the heart to treat me like this? You would rather put all your effort into a show than treat me like this!"

"..."

Faced with her question, Shen Zhixun did not answer.

He was a little tired, so he put on his coat and told Ling He: "After the police arrive, release the Duan family members and send them back home."

"Where's Duan Biqian?"

"Since you kill someone here, you will stay here forever!"

"No! I don't want it!"

Hearing his words, Duan Biqian shook her head crazily, "I don't want it. I don't want to stay here. I want to go back to the country. Even if I die, I will die in City A."

"impossible."

Shen Zhixun's three emotionless words drove Duan Biqian into the abyss. She growled unwillingly: "Shen Zhixun, I have done so much for you, but you are not even willing to satisfy me. Do you want me to die in a foreign country?" , will you never close your eyes?"

Actually no, Duan Biqian doesn't care about this at all.

She wanted to go back for only one reason.

In City A, the Duan family may still find a way to save her, but if she stays here, no one can save her.

"Ling He, I'll go back to China first, and you stay here to deal with these things."

Shen Zhixun's tone was unusually tired. He turned and went downstairs without even looking at Duan Biqian, let alone answering her questions.

"Shen Zhixun! Don't leave! You can't leave!"

Duan Biqian burst into tears as she watched Shen Zhixun's figure disappear little by little in front of her.

Ling He glanced at her and said solemnly: "If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"

"Have you known this before? Haha." Duan Biqian closed his eyes and laughed at himself: "How could I have known this before?"

City A.

On the day Su Nanxing was buried, it was raining lightly.

The winter rain was very cold. Lin Wan stood in the cemetery holding Su Nanxing's urn, looking at the dark and damp hole, refusing to put down the urn in her hands.

He didn't know how long he stood before Su Jiancheng said in a hoarse voice: "Wan'er, put it in."

Lin Wan blinked and said nothing, but hugged the box in her hand tighter.

"Wan'er—"

Su Jiancheng's voice started to choke. He held an umbrella for her with one hand, and couldn't help but put his arm around her shoulder with the other.

"Put it in."

"We can either change the day."

Lin Wan turned her head, her eyes empty.

"It's raining today and it's cold. Nanxing will feel uncomfortable if you put it in. He's afraid of the cold, you know."

Su Jiancheng wiped his tears and said, "Wan'er, Nan Xing is dead. He doesn't feel anything anymore. He won't feel cold."

"I know." Lin Wan pursed her lips, tears falling drop by drop, "I know he is dead, I know my son is dead, but I can't let it go, I really can't let it go. What should I do? I What should we do next, Nan Xing!"

Lin Wan finally broke down and knelt on the ground, holding Su Nanxing's urn and crying bitterly.

Not far away, Mo Ran was wearing a black woolen coat and watching all this.

Next to her was Dai Zhen, who had been by Mo Ran's side these past few days. She was afraid that Mo Ran would not be able to think about it.

But ever since he saw Su Nanxing's body that day, Mo Ran seemed to have regained his composure.

I didn’t cry when I came today, I just stood here motionless.

She held the umbrella for her, and her arms were sore. She couldn't help it and moved her arms.

Mo Ran turned to look at her, "I'll fight."

"Need not."

Dai Zhen shook his head quickly, "Mo Ran, are you okay?"

If she cries, Daizhen will feel more at ease.

But now she is calm as if nothing happened, which is really scary.

"I am fine."

Mo Ran turned his head and continued to look in the direction of Su Nanxing's tombstone.

I don't know how long it took, but Su Nanxing's ashes were buried, and Lin Wan fainted again.

Everyone has left, and the tombstone is empty.

Mo Ran raised his feet and walked in that direction.

Dai Zhen followed, but was stopped by her.

"I'll go by myself, Dai Zhen, I want to chat with Su Nanxing."

Seeing that she seemed to have made up her mind, Mo Ran nodded and handed her the umbrella in her hand.

"Don't talk for too long. It's dark, raining, and cold here." Dai Zhen pointed to the parking lot at the foot of the mountain. "I'll wait for you there for as long as you want. If you've agreed, come down and find me. I'll wait for you." Take you home."

"Okay, Daizhen, go slower when you go down the mountain, the road is slippery."

From the beginning to the end, Mo Ran's tone was calm without any fluctuation.

To be honest, Dai Zhen doesn't trust her.

But Mo Ran was in a strange mood now, so she didn't dare to say anything, turned around and went down the mountain.

Su Nanxing's tomb should be the best location in the whole place.

Mo Ran remembered that when she accompanied her mother here before, her mother mentioned that the seat in this row was the best.

But looking at the bright smiling face on the tombstone, Mo Ran still couldn't hold it back.

She threw away her umbrella and knelt in front of his tombstone.

"sorry Sorry."

She felt sorry for him, and now she really wanted to rush in and dig out his urn.

But what about digging it out?Su Nanxing is dead, he will never survive again.

"Nan Xing, I'm leaving."

Mo Ran lowered his head and his voice was small and weak.

"I can't stay here, I'm afraid I'll kill myself."

Mo Ran lowered his head and glanced at the knife marks on his wrist.

The night after she saw Su Nanxing's body, she went to the toilet and slit her wrists when Dai Zhen wasn't paying attention.

Dai Zhen has been accompanying her outside the door and talking to her.

She talked a lot, so much that Mo Ran finally walked under the faucet, washed the blood off her wrist, and wrapped it in a towel.

Dai Zhen saw it but said nothing.

She only said: "Mo Ran, if you die, I will go with you, I am serious."