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The gunshots resounded throughout the villa, and Xiang Wanhua was so frightened that she passed out on the spot.

Song Ling stood there in a daze, looking at the person in front of her, and gradually fell down, with a pool of blood winding down her body.

It was dazzling red, exactly the same as back then.

The same memory coincides, and it seems to return to that scene again.

Song Ling's teeth were trembling. She looked at the person lying in a pool of blood. She shouldn't have saved her, but her reason was washed away by the blood, and she couldn't watch a living life die in front of her eyes.

The ambulance came quickly, Xiang Jin was sent to the hospital, and quickly pushed into the operating room.

Song Ling was standing outside the operating room covered in blood, her mind was blank, she didn't know where she was or what she was doing.

It was obviously wrong, but she suddenly didn't know which step started to go wrong...

Xiang Wanhua came from the end of the corridor, she knelt in front of Song Ling, crying and shouting: "Song Ling, I'm sorry, all the mistakes are my fault, I designed it at the beginning, Chen Shengtang was also arranged by me, It's all my fault, I beg you, save her, save her..."

Xiang Wanhua kept kowtowing to Song Ling, kowtowing vigorously once and for all until his head burst into blood.

Tears mixed with blood flowed all over her face. At this moment, she finally realized that she was wrong. It was because she didn't know how to be grateful. She had done too many mistakes in her life. Everything was retribution, even A Jin was retribution from heaven.

She hates why this retribution is not hers, but her A Jin has to bear it...

Xiang Wanhua held Song Ling's hand tightly, and said sadly: "Ah Jin didn't do anything, it's all my fault, Song Ling, you save her, she has nothing left, it's because I didn't give her one." A perfect life made her become like this, please save her, I beg you..."

People in the hospital corridor gathered around hearing Xiang Wanhua's shrill voice, Song Ling stared blankly ahead, letting the people around her kneel on the ground, kowtow to her over and over again to confess their mistakes.

This world is like this, people always don't want to know what you did before, they only care about what they see in front of them.

It's because they are too forgetful, forgetting that she also had heart-wrenching pain, and also forgot that she also lost all the light in her life.

But this world is too cruel, they kill, set fire, and hurt you, but you can't do the same thing with the same price, because people are different, she can't be that kind of person.

"There are so many poor people in this world. They may have experienced more pain and misfortune than you. No one will go smoothly all the way to the end, but no matter what, that's not the reason for you to hurt others." Song Ling stared at the empty space with dry eyes, and didn't look at the people on the ground.

At the end of the corridor, the police came over, and they took Xiang Wanhua away.

Along with them, there was also Meng Yunan.

Seeing Song Ling covered in blood, Meng Yunan's heart suddenly rose to her throat. She grabbed her hand and checked her body for any injuries. "A Ling..."

Song Ling's eyes were calm, and she looked at the person in front of her with tears in her eyes. She smiled lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Auntie, am I stupid, who treats me well and loves me sincerely, but I hurt you so much? They have given all their sincerity to the person they shouldn't love. I miss Dad so much, I miss Azhao so much, Auntie, I'm so tired..."

Her eyes were filled with tears, Meng Yunan looked at the pain and despair in those eyes, it was a kind of despair to the depths of powerlessness, how could she not understand her, that was the deepest obsession when she was young, she had devoted everything Trusting that person, hurting and failing the two most important people in her life because of this, there is nothing more desperate than destroying it with your own hands.

"A Ling, you still have your aunt. Your aunt is your relative and will never leave you." Meng Yunan reached out to hug her, tears rolled down her face, she closed her eyes, hugged the person in her arms tightly, let She felt warmth, felt love.

Her A-Ling is too pitiful. If my sister is still alive, looking at her now, what kind of heartache will she feel?

Among all living beings, who is not suffering, she can't hold others in her heart, she only cares about her Ah Ling.

Song Ling turned and left, not staying here again.

She didn't want to do anything, and she didn't want to think about it.

She is like a body without a soul, without any light or hope in her eyes.

The sky was gloomy and dark, and the heavy rain was washing over the whole world, as if it wanted to cleanse the whole world, so that she could see clearly what was right and what was wrong.

When she returned to the villa in a daze, she had nothing in the dark and empty room.

Pushing open the door, without turning on the light, Song Ling went to the bed and lay down, covering herself in the quilt, letting the boundless darkness wrap her around.

Those pasts flashed through her mind frame by frame like a movie. She saw herself who spoke coldly to her father, who was behind her lamenting sadly. She also saw Ah Zhao sitting on the ground, devastated and tearful. Shui looked at herself, with despair and hatred in those eyes...

There seemed to be a familiar atmosphere in the room. Tears soaked her eyes and slid down on the quilt. Her shoulders trembled as she cried, and she bit her lips tightly.

She used to have it, but now it's all gone.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...

Azhao, I'm really sorry.

-

Two months later, Jiangcheng Hospital.

That shot didn't kill Xiang Jin, but it kept her from waking up.

She became a vegetable and lay on the hospital bed for two full months.

During this period, Song Ling never visited the hospital.

She had a serious illness and lost a lot of weight.

In her daily life, there is only work left.From morning to night, she turned herself into a working machine. She often stayed in the office alone for several days. There was a simple work bed in the office. In a room full of familiar atmosphere.

The kidnapping case back then was overturned, and she confessed to Wan Hua, taking all the charges.

He was sentenced to 45 years in prison for kidnapping and committing murder.As for Shen Zhao's case, due to Xiang Jin's coma and lack of substantive evidence, the case cannot be closed for the time being.

On the day of formal imprisonment, Xiang Wanhua asked to see Song Ling.

Song Ling refused and did not see her.

Life is like a long-distance highway with no end and no end. It seems that everything is over, and it seems that nothing has happened.How ruthless time is, it obliterates all the rough and rough places into flat ground, making the pain completely buried deep in my heart.

With a heart full of scars, go through the rest of every day.

Ji Mingshu paid the fee in the hospital and was about to leave. Just as he walked to the elevator, the elevator door opened, and a person came out from inside.

It's Feng Rou.

She was stunned.

Feng Rou raised her eyes and bumped into her, her eyes froze for a moment, she stepped out of the elevator, and called softly: "Sister Mingshu..."

Ji Mingshu stood still, looking at the person in front of him indifferently, and seemed to vaguely remember that when she first saw her in the personnel department, she was two years younger than her, and she always had a gentle smile on her face I mean, it's a kind of measure between politeness and gentleness, and I'm a person born to do this job.

The sense of proportion is not something that everyone can feel. It doesn't make people feel too close, and it doesn't make people feel cold. At first glance, it is a comfortable state.

Every time she deals with herself, she always gently calls herself sister Mingshu, and occasionally a smile appears on the corner of her mouth.

Maybe it was this sense of propriety that made her lose her defenses, and all the evidence pointed to her, but deep down in her heart she was still lucky enough to excuse her, maybe there was a real reason?

"Are you leaving?" Withdrawing her thoughts, Ji Mingshu asked her.

Feng Rou stood in front of her, about the same height as her. She looked at her at the same level, smiled as usual, nodded and said, "Well, let's go."

She lowered her head slowly, and after a long silence, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "On the boss' side, I still need an apology from her."

Ji Mingshu knew what she meant. The thing had already happened, and the ending was already preordained. It would be meaningless to investigate who promoted a certain link.

"Take care of yourself." Ji Mingshu calmly withdrew his gaze, turned around and stepped into the elevator.

The memory suddenly traveled back to a certain afternoon, and she remembered that there was someone who said happy birthday to her.

At that time, the things she thought were wonderful, but aftertaste now, suddenly added another kind of bitterness.

Ji Mingshu never saw Feng Rou again, she didn't know what happened to her, and whether she had any difficulties in that incident.

Life is a long road, too many things to happen, too many people to meet, not everyone will become an important person in life, maybe just passing by in a hurry, life does not have God's perspective, some things, maybe never have the answer.

-

Three years later, in the Song Group meeting room.

In the evening, Song Ling had just hosted an emergency public relations meeting.

It was a magazine under the Song Group. There was a personal situation with a model artist, and a brand with which the Song Group was cooperating temporarily broke the contract. Song Ling led people to come up with a temporary remedy.

The cooperating magazine brand is AngelEye, a well-known French luxury brand, and it is the first time to do a column in China.

The company also weighed all aspects and chose Huang Qiuxi, a temperamental model that fits with the brand's theory, to appear on the stage. As a result, Huang Qiuxi was temporarily revealed that his life style was indiscreet, and it was revealed that some magazines he photographed in his early years were a set of sexy lingerie. photo.

After the person in charge of AE got the news, he quickly contacted Song, thinking that Song had chosen a tainted artist, which would damage their brand image, and asked to terminate the contract.

AE is a big brand, and it is the first cover in China. If you can cooperate with such a brand, as long as it goes well, you can occupy a place in the magazine fashion circle. There are many people who are jealous of such a big fat.

According to the news, you can find out who did it by just checking it.

The fashion circle has always been inseparable from the entertainment circle, and in the past few years, the situation has even intensified.

There are not many entertainment companies under the Song Corporation, the largest being Jia Ming Entertainment.

But since Jiaming Entertainment left Chi Zhoubai, it has been in a slump. The company can't find any outstanding female artists, and because Xiao Chengye continuously broke the news about the scandals of several artists, Jiaming's reputation is notorious.

Song Ling was also thinking about getting rid of Jia Ming's affairs.

In contrast, in recent years, Time Films has suddenly appeared in the industry.

In just two or three years, the wind has flourished, and several outstanding artists have been trained under the banner, and they have occupied a lot of shares in the film industry.

The movie circle is different from the TV circle. The aesthetics of fashion and entertainment is slightly higher than the public’s aesthetic level, and this aesthetic level is exactly the same as the concept of the movie circle. Therefore, it is common for fashion circles to seek endorsements from movie stars. There are things.

Models are not as effective as celebrities. In this industry, it is a consensus.

So if the Song family can't get the AE project, this project will undoubtedly fall to Time Films.

Song Ling went upstairs after the meeting, and Ji Mingshu followed her with a handful of documents on her mobile phone, quietly waiting for her orders.

"I heard that there is a director at the other end of the time. It is a famous director. I found out, what are you going to shoot?"

Ji Mingshu got out of the elevator and followed her into the office. Song Ling hung the coat on the rack, and casually picked up the magazines on the table to read.

Ji Mingshu handed over the information he had just obtained, and said, "I haven't confirmed what the book is, I only heard that it is a costume drama, and the actors seem to have been decided."

Song Ling reached out to take it, looked at the profile of the so-called famous director, and asked casually: "Who is it? From your own company, or did you find it outside?"

Ji Mingshu said, "It's Chi Zhoubai."

Song Ling froze for a moment, then looked up at Ji Mingshu.