Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Xiao Siyan walked out of the special department and was dazzled by the skylight outside.

He didn't bring anyone with him.

To be more precise, he abandoned the Xiao family and came here alone.

A black car slid in front of him, and Tang Yi got out of the driver's seat.

"President Xiao."

Xiao Siyan, Shen Xiujin's right-hand man, met him frequently.

He simply nodded and got into the back seat of the car.

Tang Yi looked at his confused expression and suggested, "Mr. Xiao, why don't you go to a nearby hotel to take a rest?"

Xiao Siyan did not answer immediately.

He looked down at his phone and typed quickly on the keyboard with his fingertips. He sent a message to the vice president, asking him to preside over today's regular meeting. At the same time, he compiled the meeting minutes and sent them over at the same time.

After doing this, Xiao Siyan reported an address.

"It's troublesome."

After he finished speaking politely, he turned off his vibrating cell phone.

Xiao Siyan took off his glasses tiredly.

He hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were very red and bloodshot, wrapped in amber pupils, with a festering gray look.

Xiao Siyan looked out the car window. The clouds on the sky were thin, revealing large tracts of blue. It was so beautiful that it seemed fake...

He closed his eyes, a sour feeling filling his eyes.

The figure of Xu Qinghuan appeared in Xiao Siyan's mind.

Sitting there quietly, like taking root on the ground, there forever...

Whether he remembers it or not.

Whether he likes it or not.

Xiao Siyan's head hurt violently, his face turned pale, and he suddenly laughed sarcastically, causing his chest to hurt.

"Xu Qinghuan, you are damn good..."

In the realm of reincarnation, Xiao Siyan not only saw his first life with Xu Qinghuan, but also saw the part of his memory about Xu Qinghuan that had been erased in this life.

No wonder he was so moved when he heard her voice for the first time; no wonder he felt inexplicably familiar and at ease as soon as he got close to her; no wonder she always acted like she had known him for a long time...

It turned out that he had her three years ago.

She really has known him for a long, long time...

From the first life to this life.

Six years ago, Xiao Siyan met Xu Qinghuan for the first time.

At the banquet where people were drinking wine and wearing fragrant clothes, he appeared for the first time as the head of Xiao's consortium, surrounded by hypocritical and enthusiastic smiling faces.

He responded with a mask and a smile.

Drinks were offered to him one by one, and he drank them down one by one.

In this simmering bustle, Xiao Siyan noticed a pair of eyes that were out of place.

He raised his eyes, looked over everyone's heads, and saw Xu Qinghuan in the corner of the second floor.

What kind of look is that?

distressed?

It was the first time Xiao Siyan met that someone actually felt sorry for him.

He smiled coldly and looked away indifferently.

The banquet was over, and Xiao Siyan made an honorable exit.

The burning smell of alcohol burned from his stomach to the top of his head. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and waited for a while before coming out.

The door at the corner of the corridor opened unexpectedly, and a hand stretched out, coldly, grabbing his wrist. Xiao Siyan actually didn't resist.

He was dragged into the room without the lights on, and in the darkness, he smelled a faint fragrance.

It's not a scent created by fragrance, it's so refreshing and natural that it seems to emanate from a woman's body.

Xiao Siyan's hot hands grabbed the woman's waist as she was about to pull away. The thin waist was too thin to be grasped, and it seemed that it would break in his palm with just a little force.

After adapting to the dim environment, Xiao Siyan could clearly see the face close at hand. It was beautiful, but not extremely good-looking.

She had a good figure, but he had seen many better than her.

Maybe it was the alcohol that melted away his pickiness and aloofness in his bones.

At this moment, Xiao Siyan suddenly felt thirsty, and his throat seemed to be on fire. His hot palm pressed against her graceful waist, and he asked hoarsely: 'Who sent you here? How much? ’