After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

"There will be a chance."

As the man spoke, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Special Assistant Lu.

Song Mai held the phone, looking a little disappointed.

I have worked hard all these years, all for the Song family, for my parents, and for my brother and sister-in-law, but I have never truly lived for myself.

Every time she sees her colleagues and friends traveling to different parts of the world and doing whatever they want, she appears calm on the surface, but in fact she is extremely envious in her heart.

That was the life she envied all her life but could never get.

At the same time, just as Special Assistant Lu finished cleaning up the mess that Chu Xing had left behind, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

He took it out and looked at it. The short line of words made him feel a little amused.

Is this the third time?

First it was a mobile phone, then a house, and now he wants to travel. Where can I find such a considerate contract partner?

After Special Assistant Lu replied to the message, he put the phone back into his pocket, but he felt worried.

The first two times were lotteries, but this time it can’t be the same. It has to be some other reasonable opportunity.

That night, when Song Mai was lying on the bed, he saw an advertisement in his circle of friends.

Repost for a chance to win a free seven-day trip for two to Purple City.

After thinking about it, Song Mai forwarded the advertisement to his circle of friends.

She didn't hold out hope, she just thought that maybe a miracle would happen. If she could get it, that would be great, but if not, she wouldn't lose anything either.

That night, Song Mai had a dream. She dreamed that she was caught by those thugs. She was shaking with fear and begging for mercy, but those thugs just grinned.

Song's mother came out from behind the few people and slapped Song Mai several times viciously.

"You stupid girl, you made me spend so much effort, you really don't know what's good for you!"

Song Mai's cheeks swelled and she asked her why she treated her like this. Was she no longer her daughter?

Song's mother crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at her who was pressed to the ground, her eyes full of sarcasm.

"I have never treated you as my child. You are just a tool to support my family! As long as I can use you to make more money, I will send you away without hesitation. After all, my son is the most important. What is the use of a daughter other than making some money?"

As she spoke, Song's mother clapped her hands, and Liu Weiqiang followed her out.

He looked at Song Mai with a lewd smile on his face: "From now on, you are completely mine!"

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his dirty hands and touched Song Mai's face. Song Mai struggled desperately, but the thugs on both sides were so strong that no matter how hard she tried, it was of no use.

"no, do not want……"

She shook her head and looked at Liu Weiqiang with eyes full of desire, begging him to let her go.

However, the more she looked like this, the more excited Liu Weiqiang became, and the other thugs also started laughing.

A feeling of despair surged in Song Mai's heart, and he pleaded helplessly:

"Mom, please, don't do this to me, I'm your child too!"

Chu Xing was busy until late at night before he finished his work for the day. He was about to go downstairs to get a glass of water when he passed by Song Mai's door and suddenly heard a noise from inside.

He didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that maybe she was on the phone.

But the more I listened to the sound, the more it sounded wrong.

The woman's voice was crying and full of fear, as if she had been greatly frightened.

Chu Xing reached out and knocked on her door twice.

The woman did not respond, and the noise from inside the door continued.

Chu Xing knocked a few more times: "Song Mai?"

The woman inside the door cried even louder.

Chu Xing didn't care about anything else and simply opened the door and went in.

The woman huddled in the quilt, shaking as if she had encountered something terrible.

Chu Xing quickly stepped forward and turned her over, only to find that Song Mai's head was covered in sweat, her body looked as if she had just taken a shower, her hair was messy and stood on her forehead, her eyes were closed, and her little face was pale without a trace of blood.

"Song Mai, wake up."

The man shook her several times, but Song Mai was still sobbing softly, her little hands tightly grasping the corner of the quilt, her tears streaming down her face, wetting the pillow.

Chu Xing was a little anxious. He touched her forehead and found that she didn't have a fever.

Finally, he shook her again and again, and Song Mai's eyelashes moved.

Finally, she slowly opened her eyes, tears in them. Helplessness, sadness, pain, all these emotions flooded out of her eyes.

The man couldn't help but be shocked. How desperate must one be to be like this?

"Having a nightmare?"

The man spoke slowly.

Although Song Mai opened his eyes, his pupils were still a little out of focus, like a broken porcelain doll thrown on the side of the road, about to break.

After a long while, she slowly came back to her senses.

“Ah, it seems so…”

She was dazed, not as indifferent as he felt when he first met her, nor did she have the usual indomitable spirit and vitality. It was as if her soul had been hollowed out and she felt completely empty.

Her eyes fell on Chu Xing's face, and it took a while for the light that was scattered on his face to gather.

The man had very beautiful eyebrows and eyes, with the tails of his eyes slightly upturned, and his eyes were long and smooth, like romantic peach blossom eyes, but there was a hint of coldness in the bottom of his eyes, like the frost and snow on the top of a mountain in winter, which enveloped the person who was looking at him.

But at this moment, there was a little worry in his eyes.

"what time is it?"

Song Mai reached out and felt around on the bed, but couldn't find his phone after searching for a few times.

"Half past one."

She nodded, and it felt like something was pressing on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

"I'm sorry to scare you. It's getting late. You should go back to bed."

Chu Xing didn't move, staring at her without blinking, and only walked out after a long while.

A few minutes later the man appeared at her door again, holding a towel and a glass of warm water.

"Do not bother."

The man ignored her politeness and walked to the bedside under her gaze.

His hands were beautiful, a cold white color with distinct joints, long and thin fingers, and neatly trimmed nails, like carefully crafted works of art.

At this moment, he was holding the glass that couldn't be more ordinary, and it actually seemed a bit more noble.

He pressed the cup into her hand and carefully wiped the sweat off her face with a wet towel.

"Gudong-"

The room was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear the sound of wind blowing through the leaves outside the window. Song Mai could even hear himself swallowing his saliva unconsciously.

They were so close that she could even see the tiny white hairs on his face.

[She has great skin and long eyelashes. 】

The man paused, then looked deeply at Song Mai.

Song Mai immediately shrank her neck guiltily. She didn't know why Chu Xing's gaze seemed to be able to see through her.

His movements were gentle and he wiped carefully, as if he were treating an exquisite antique vase or a precious piece of jewelry.