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Shen Zhao left Song Ling's company, the night sky was dark, there was no moon and no stars.

She was driving on a road full of neon colors, and the vehicles coming and going were like dragons, but she just wanted to cry.

Her Song Ling doesn't want her anymore...

The eye sockets were uncontrollably wet and blurred again, she took a deep breath, raised her hand to gently wipe away the tears on her cheeks, pressed the car window, and the evening wind blew in, drying her tears.

Back at the villa, the car stopped at the door, Shen Zhao didn't get out of the car, but looked up at the room upstairs, it was pitch black.

Song Ling did not come back.

Shen Zhao was sitting in the car, holding the steering wheel with both hands, his whole body was lost, and he just sat there quietly for a long time.

No energy, no hope, only helplessness and exhaustion.

Picking up the mobile phone next to her, she pressed the power button, the screen was empty, there was no call, no information, only two or three news feeds.

Just like those ten days, she didn't give her a call or a message.

She thought it was her own sentimentality, worrying about gains and losses, and thinking too much, but it turned out that it was her instinctive induction.

She couldn't tell there was a problem there, but it had definitely changed since then.

She wants to break up with her, divorce her.

Shen Zhao lowered his head, put his hands on the steering wheel, lowered his head, closed his eyes lightly, and finally sobbed loudly.

She couldn't lose Song Ling, she couldn't lose her.

She has nothing left but her.

Dragging his tired body to open the door, he went upstairs and returned to his room. The whole villa was empty and there was no one there.

Shen Zhao raised his hand to unscrew the doorknob, and gently pushed the door open. She thought about it, and that person appeared in the room, in front of her eyes, and told her that everything was just a dream of hers, and it was all fake.

Pushing open the door, the boundless darkness enveloped us.

No sound, very quiet.

She didn't come back.

Shen Zhao stood at the door, the tense expectation finally came to nothing, she didn't turn on the light, took off her shoes and walked in barefoot, laying on the bed, closing her eyes, feeling the death-like pain spread in the apex of her heart .

In the dark room, the sound of sobbing was gradually heard.

Sorrow and drowsiness surged up together, and Shen Zhao gradually became tired from crying, so he fell asleep on the bed.

She is like a walking corpse with no aim, soulless, lifeless, living such a life repeatedly.

Working at the studio during the day, going to the Song Group to wait for people in the evening, and expecting her to appear in the villa to wait for her at night... Repeating such days, day after day, ten days passed like this.

Song Ling disappeared for ten days.

She didn't want to see her, and only sent those cold documents that severed the relationship with her.

Shen Zhao looked at the thick stack of papers and smiled wryly. In the end, she still wanted to send her away with money...

Shen Zhao picked up the phone and continued to call Song Ling.

The call notification tone kept beeping, she didn't block her, but she didn't answer her call.

Finally hung up and she sent her another message.

"Meet me, come out and meet me, and I'll sign."

In the hotel, Song Ling stood in front of the window, listening to the ringing of the phone behind her, then stopped, stopped and then rang, and finally gradually disappeared.

There was a new message alert on WeChat, Song Ling turned around, went to the bed and picked it up, saw the prompt message on the screen, she clicked on WeChat, and saw the message she sent.

She stared at the message for a long, long time, but never recovered.

It was obviously the result she expected, but when she saw it, it was still so painful that even her breathing was trembling.

After a long pause, she finally replied: "Okay."

Shen Zhao sat silently by the bed, holding the mobile phone in her hand, and suddenly felt the vibration of the mobile phone. She lowered her head and opened WeChat, and saw Song Ling's reply.

In the past ten days, she has made countless phone calls and sent countless WeChat messages to her, but she has not replied to any of them, but now, she has replied.

She can see all the calls and messages.

Apart from breaking away from her, does she really care about anything...

The next morning, it was the weekend.

Shen Zhao woke up, picked up the mobile phone beside the bed, and dialed Song Ling's number, and the familiar prompt sound echoed in his ears one after another.

Finally, the other end connected the phone.

Song Ling: "Hello."

Hearing her voice, Shen Zhao squeezed the phone tightly and called her, "Song Ling, where are you?"

There was no sound on the phone, Song Ling didn't answer her words, she just said softly: "Come to the company, I'll go over."

Hearing the thinness in that voice, Shen Zhao was taken aback for a moment, she pursed her lips, and finally agreed, "Okay."

After agreeing on a place, without another word of greeting, I hung up the phone.

Shen Zhao stared at the call on the mobile phone, in a daze, as if unwilling to believe that this was the person who once said he loved her.

The coldness is scary.

At nine o'clock, Shen Zhao arrived downstairs in the company. She was wearing a bright yellow dress, her long curly hair was hanging gently behind her, and she had delicate makeup on her face. She looked a little more lively than the previous few days.

The person at the front desk didn't stop her anymore and let her into the elevator.

When he arrived at the office on the top floor, Shen Zhao stepped out and looked up to see the closed office door not far away. Ji Mingshu was sitting outside the door. She lightly lowered her eyelashes and walked over.

Ji Mingshu saw her coming, got up and nodded to her, then stretched out his hand to open the door for her.

Shen Zhao said lightly, "Thank you."

Entering the office, Shen Zhao looked up and saw the person standing by the window, with his back to her, wearing a bright red long dress, with long hair reaching his waist, hanging down docilely behind him.

Shen Zhao looked at the fiery red back, just like when she saw her for the first time, it was also such an insolent and bright color, just like her character, tough and paranoid.

She also really couldn't figure out what kind of reason would make her choose to do this.

After closing the door, Shen Zhao walked in and walked behind her.

Song Ling felt the gaze behind her, paused for a long time, and then slowly turned around.

Shen Zhao looked directly at her face, unwilling to let go of her expression. The moment his eyes met, Song Ling slowly withdrew his gaze, walked around her to the tea table, took out the document, and said softly: "It's still the documents from last time. Take a look and sign if there is no problem."

Seeing that she was avoiding his gaze, Shen Zhao turned around slightly, and his eyes fell on the documents on the coffee table.

She looked at her side face, but within ten days, she had lost a lot of weight. Shen Zhao swallowed the hoarseness in his throat, and asked her, "You must get a divorce, don't you?"

Song Ling sat there, still not looking at her, and hummed lightly.

Shen Zhao suddenly raised the corners of her lips and smiled, facing the sunlight coming in from the window, the light shining on her face was dazzling.

She continued: "So, it's your unilateral decision to divorce me."

Listening to her repeating that sentence, Song Ling hummed again and said, "Yes."

"No matter what conditions I put forward, you will agree, won't you?" Shen Zhao looked at her and asked.

Song Ling hesitated for a while, not knowing her intentions, but she agreed and said, "Yes."

Shen Zhao stared at her profile, and slowly said: "Then I want the shares of the entire Song Group, and you will give it too, right?"

Song Ling owns all the shares of the Song Group and has the right to control all assets.

She was silent for a moment before she said: "Song's business is very broad and complicated, and someone who is familiar with it and understands it needs to take over. If you want money, I can transfer [-]% of the shares to you. The annual profit dividend will automatically enter your account, and as for operation management, I will find someone to arrange it for you."

Shen Zhao listened to her earnestly making arrangements for her step by step, and suddenly smiled. She looked at the profile, and said with a helpless smile: "You are willing to have nothing and give up the entire Song family, and you also want to divorce me once and for all. Song Ling," she called softly, "I was even thinking, are you going to die?"