President of Chuancheng Entertainment

This time I closed my eyes, and the person in my arms never woke up again.

His body temperature was getting lower and lower, bit by bit clearly telling him that the person in his arms had died.

He was so cute with his eyes closed.

He would rather Song only look at him with the kind of eyes that look at garbage, even if he is despised and ignored, he is willing to do so.

It's just that all of this is like a dream come true.

He lowered his head and kissed those soft but no longer warm lips, the thick bloody smell slowly passed from his mouth, salty.

"You... what are you doing?!"

With rapid breathing and exclamation sounded from Chu Jingyan's ear, Zhang Yansi covered her lips in surprise.

what did she see?

The most gentle and kind actor in the entertainment industry, Chu Yingdi, has such a deep relationship with Song Yu.

I thought it would be the best choice to attack in this barren mountain, but I didn't expect that the person I bumped into was not someone else, but such a terrible No. [-] person.

His hands are bleeding, but Zhang Yansi, you have already felt the murderous aura emanating from him.

Her feet were so frightened that they were almost stiff, because Chu Jingyan looked over as if looking at a mass of lifeless dead objects.

She had never clearly felt what despair was, but she could see bottomless pain, despair, and sadness in Chu Jingyan's eyes.

Some people are so sad that they cannot shed tears.

Perhaps Chu Jingyan is such a person.

Zhang Yansi had also replayed Chu Jingyan's spy movies countless times, watching him raise his pistol again and again.There is a special handsomeness on his body, a cold and emotionless chic.

The muzzle that I once thought was handsome was pointed at me coldly.

Hearing a cold trigger trigger, Zhang Yansi was so frightened that her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground with a plop on her knees.

Covering his head with his hands, he shook his body and began to defend himself: "I didn't want to kill him, but he wanted to die."

Yes, that's right, he was courting death himself.

If it wasn't for the little actor from his company who took my place and became the heroine; if it wasn't for his disappearance, Xie Junyi would have ignored my injuries; if it wasn't for his crew not doing a good job of security.

As a result, she kept pushing herself away in her mind, but she got a light sigh.

"To shut up."

Something cold had already touched Zhang Yansi's forehead, and there was a sound like a trial above her head.

"It's not that I want to kill you, it's that you deserve to die."

Chu Jingyan's words did not have any emotional ups and downs, like ice frozen for thousands of years.

Just as he pulled the trigger, the sound of footsteps began to sound all around, and the sound of helicopter propellers came from above his head.

Chu Jingyan glanced coldly at the helicopter hovering above his head, with a huge logo on it.

He looked at the open cabin door, and it was people from the Xi family.

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Song Yu never thought about the pain of death, it was so painful.

But his head seemed to be gradually clearing up, and why he could hear the very regular beeping sound of the machine echoing in his ears.

It was exactly the same as what he had heard when he was imprisoned.

Slowly, he felt as if his fingers could move.I tried to blink my eyes twice, and found that it was actually feasible.

This is impossible at all, he clearly understands that the knife was stabbed in a fatal place, and it is impossible to survive according to the amount of bleeding.

But what he couldn't believe was that.His five senses are really slowly recovering.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw a white ward.

It was clean and tidy, and there was a dewy white wind chime on the head of the bed, and the light golden sunlight filled the entire hospital bed.

what's the problem?

He looked down at the body under the quilt, there was no scar on the heart, and it was beating powerfully and slowly.

Song Yu couldn't help frowning. His arm was punctured with various tubes, which were connecting to the equipment next to the hospital bed. The ticking sound he heard when he was unconscious was made by this machine.

Except that he felt a little weak, he didn't feel any discomfort anymore, and even the heavy groggy feeling in his head disappeared now.

He pulled out the tube inserted in his hand, and the machine issued a sharp siren, echoing randomly in the quiet and white ward.

Song Yu rubbed her head, jumped out of the hospital bed easily, and stretched suddenly, feeling extremely relaxed.

He took two steps leisurely, bent down and unplugged the machine, and the extremely noisy machine instantly became quiet.

Song Yu glanced at a small mole on his tiger's mouth, neither big nor small.

Well, it was his own body, that's right.

He bent over to put on his shoes, and kept replaying the last image of that body in his head, blood flowing all over the floor.

Song Yu, who had put on his shoes, didn't know where to go for a while.

He is no longer the third young master of the Xi family of "SYU", and it is impossible to see people from the past again.

Jincheng is in the next city, and it only takes 10 minutes by car.

But no matter how close the distance is, it is no longer a matter of distance.

There are still many people in his heart that he wants to see, but it is impossible for him to run over and take his own body and tell them: I am the dead third young master of the Xi family.

When I came back, I finally didn't have to take the blame.

He sat back on the hospital bed helplessly, and a series of anxious footsteps came from outside the ward.

Song Yu turned her head expressionlessly, and saw the man in a suit who was still panting at the door of the ward.

Compared to Song Yu's calmness, it seemed that the man in the suit reacted a bit too aggressively.

It could almost be said that he fell at Song Yu's feet, his expression extremely excited.

"Uncle Song, you're finally awake!"

Song Yu lightly kicked the person kneeling at his feet, and said softly, "Xiao Yue, let's talk after getting up."

Manager Ming, who had a runny nose and tears, finally wiped his nose and sat on the chair next to him.

His tone was choked and sobbing, but he didn't look at all like the man in the trader world that was widely rumored by the outside world.

"If you have something to say, why cry?"

Song Yu gave him a look of disgust. This guy is so fierce that he can scold and cry how many new employees, and now he is crying more pitifully than a sheep.

"You still have the nerve to say, do you know that during the three months you passed out, how many big and small things did I carry alone!"

Huang Yue habitually wanted to punch Song Yu's small body, but saw that this body was too thin due to long-term bed rest.

He hastily withdrew his hand, punched himself, and cursed himself in his heart: If this bumps again and knocks people out again, how will he endure it.

In fact, this manager Ming is very young. Since he did not graduate from university, he has been arresting young men for Song Yu, just to make up for it.

In the past three months without Song Yu, Ming Yue, who was in the second position, had a miserable time.

All kinds of contracts that Song Yu had to sign in person were piled up as high as a mountain.

"You didn't put my company out of business, did you?"

Song Yu scrutinized Mingyue who was facing him, eyes flickering non-stop.

"You...you can't really..."

Song Yu covered her intact heart, don't scare me.

Huang Yue hurriedly shook his head, "It didn't go bankrupt, but..."

"But what?"

"However, the capital chain is very tight, and there are still many contracts that have not been reviewed. They are all very important decisions, and I dare not advocate without authorization."

Each of those contracts can determine the current tottering Songyu Company.

But risks and opportunities coexist, and Yue Yue does not have enough ability to correctly pick out the most profitable ones.

Song Yu nodded. Fortunately, it wasn't the tragic fact that he woke up to find out that his company had closed down.

He removed the remnants of the memory of the previous body in his mind, and forced himself to adapt to the original body.

He doesn't have time to think about these things now. Compared with those, he is more important now to deal with the various contracts in hand.

"Help me with the discharge procedures."

Huang Yue stole a glance at Song Yu, who was pale and bloodless, and said in a very uncertain tone, "Mr. Song... Can your body hold it?"

He wanted to say that he was not in a hurry, but was interrupted by Song Yu.

"I know my physical condition, the company is more important than my body."

Huang Yue looked at Song Yu's firm eyes, nodded heavily, "Okay, I'll do it now!"