Goodnight, Mr. CEO! Chapter 1514: : Give your past self a hug (4)

That's it.

Day after day.

Year after year.

Taking over the Song family, Song Chenxi was ordered in danger.

At that time, the Song family was facing internal and external troubles.

Externally, Chinese enterprises led by Yuan Group have sprung up in Malaysia, constantly impacting the stable local market. Internally, the uncle and several major shareholders had different thoughts, and they were about to make trouble.

As soon as Song Chenxi took office, she immediately carried out drastic reforms. She used the most powerful attitude to stabilize external worries and calm internal turmoil. In a short period of time, people would no longer dare to underestimate her ability.

In this way, she became the cold-faced, selfless, decisive and decisive President Song.

It was also at this time that she was kidnapped by her uncle.

Nine deaths.

The only belief that kept her alive was that person.

On a road of dozens of kilometers, she walked back step by step.

Grief, fear, unease, and sadness go hand in hand.

Song Chenxi looked at herself, the fluorescent light on her shoulders, like watching a movie from the past.

She didn't even notice she lost her shoes.

When I walked back, my feet were already scarred.

Blood.

What awaits her is the news that that person is engaged to Zhiyun!

A bolt from the blue.

When she pushed open the door of the banquet hall full of guests and friends with such a gesture, the madness and despair tore her heart violently.

She walked straight towards the two.

Each step left deep bloodstains on the ground.

"I wish you..."

——Grow old together

"Forever in one heart..."

——this life and this world

"Persevere!"

Song Chenxi's voice merged with herself in the illusion.

Word for word.

Blood and tears.

He looked up and downed the champagne in his hand.

A serious illness.

——I've been waiting for you...

—Why haven't you come back.

—Are you... not coming back.

Song Chenxi looked at herself lying on the bed babbling nonsense because of her high fever, where she was vulnerable and indifferent to the outside world.

Yes.

No one knows this except herself.

At the same time, in the emergency room.

The equipment monitoring her vital signs began to alarm, and all the medical staff began to get nervous.

"What the hell!"

Only the holy hand standing on the operating table looked calm.

There is no pause in the movement of the hands.

"Hemostatic forceps!"

His hair dyed into silver is hidden behind a surgical cap, and a pair of sharp eyes calms people's hearts.

The assistant immediately hands the hemostat into his hands!

While the Holy Hand and the God of Death were racing against each other in reality, Song Chenxi in the dream had already followed him, retracing the past few years.

Until the sky is full of fire.

——You can't tolerate your sister that much?

——Dawn, you are the most important person to me.

—I wish you were dead.

——Dawn, I love you.

All kinds of the past are silent in this sound.

In the sky-high flames, she was covered in blood and just leaned there quietly, wrapped her knees around herself, and let the smoke and fire devour her.

The fluorescent light floating on Song Chenxi's shoulders.

She watched as she faded into maturity and returned to her childhood appearance.

The noise fades away.

Song Chenxi finally walked towards that self.

"Tired?"

Amid the billowing flames, Song Chenxi sat beside him, letting the phantom lean on her shoulder.

Large tears streamed down his cheeks.

After so many years, she was finally able to cry out as unbridled as she is now.

"Stay with me."

The outside world is too tiring.

Stretching out her hand, Song Chenxi finally had a chance to give her past self a hug.