CEO’s Prisoned Love - C94

A string of footsteps that came from far away caused Song Mingjian to wake up from his grief. Who was it that had come to disturb Gu Xiangling? He was stunned as he looked back. The person who came was also dressed in black, and he was also holding a bunch of gardenia.

He acted as if he did not see Song Ming’s sword, placing the bouquet in front of the tombstone and bowing. He took out a stack of paper from his chest pocket and lit up the lighter. The quivering flame quickly engulfed the paper and burned it into a black butterfly-like ashes.

Song Mingjian did not stop him, Mang Qinghui’s actions indicated that he also deeply loved Gu Xiangling. Now that Xiang Ling was dead, what was the point in fighting with Mang Qing Hui over it?

Mang Qinghui stood in front of the tombstone for a long time before he suddenly said, “I really want to beat you up.”

Song Mingjian asked calmly: “Why?”

Mang Qinghui suddenly grabbed him by the collar and viciously said, “If it wasn’t for you, how could Xiang Ling have died?” Aren’t you the one who started everything? “If you hadn’t intervened between us back then, she and I would have been married and had a happy and blissful life.” “Bang!” He pulled Song Ming’s sword and smashed it against the tree. Go to hell, you bastard! If I kill you, I’ll pay with my life. We will accompany her to the underworld! ”

Song Ming’s sword was struck several times, and the pine needle that was shaken off fell off his body. Mang Qinghui swore that he wouldn’t stop until he raised his fist to hit him. He kicked with his foot, and Mang Qinghui immediately retreated several steps.

“You …” Mang Qing Hui scolded him in a string of nasty words, but Song Ming did not seem to hear him. After he finished scolding, he said word by word, “I don’t believe that a man who only knows how to play dirty tricks would know how to be a true lover.”

“Mang Qinghui’s eyes were red and she was about to pounce again. Song Mingjian stood proudly there, like an indestructible boulder.” In the future, if you take another step closer to her tombstone, I will definitely cripple you. ” His voice was sonorous and powerful, with an intimidating charm.

Mang Qinghui watched him leave before gritting his teeth as he muttered to himself, “I will never let you off.”

When he walked to the entrance of the cemetery, Ou Shihao came over anxiously, “Director Song, why did you only just come out? Your phone has been ringing the entire time. A customer wants to see you.”

“Go back to the company!” Song Ming’s sword brushed away the pine needles on his body and the dust on his hair. He then ordered, “Please help me pick out a few tomb watchers and give them to Madame to guard the tomb.”

As soon as he entered the company, he saw a group of young men and women carrying their resume and walking into the company. Song Mingjian looked at Ou Shihao inquiringly and said: “A while ago, there was a group of staff who resigned, Director Song ordered them to bring in another batch.”

Song Ming rubbed his temples. During this period of time, his mind had been in a daze. He had been in charge of almost everything in the company, so he did not participate in any of the matters.

No, he definitely could not fall down. He couldn’t let his guard down because many companies were eyeing him covetously.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar female voice saying, “This company is really big and beautiful. I wonder if the welfare is as good as the legend says.”

Song Mingjian trembled. How could there be such a similar sound in this world? Ou Shihao also looked over in puzzlement. This voice was just too similar to Gu Xiangling.

The speaker was a girl in a business suit with a ponytail. She looked like she had just entered society. Her small oval face had a pair of glasses with a white border on it, making her look very graceful and quiet.

Perhaps it was because she felt Song Mingjian and Ou Shihao’s gazes on her, the girl’s face slightly blushed, but she nodded to them as a form of courtesy.

It was a girl with a personality, and Ou Shihao also nodded slightly at her. If it was any other girl, Song Mingjian would look at his and happily try to get close to her.

The interviewer gave him a furtive look, then pointed at the girl. The interviewer nodded in understanding. He was a smart person, so he naturally understood what Ou Shihao meant.

After he received his client, Song Mingjian felt exhausted and couldn’t sleep well for many days. When Ou Shihao saw his tired look, he advised, “Director Song, why don’t you go home and rest first.”

“No need.” Song Ming waved his hand. Every corner of the house was filled with Gu Xiangling’s scent and traces. He couldn’t help but be in love with her again.

“I’ll just sleep on the sofa for a while. If you need anything, just call me.” Song Mingjian laid down on the sofa and fell asleep within a few minutes. Ou Shihao walked out cautiously, so as not to disturb Song Mingjian.

A pair of delicate, jade-like hands seemed to caress his face as a graceful female voice called out by his ear. “Sword of inscription, sword of inscription.” Song Mingjian suddenly opened his eyes and saw Gu Xiangling sinking into a thin layer of mist and clouds, smiling sweetly at him as he called out his name.

“Xiang Ling, is that you?” Song Mingjian reached out his hand to her in hesitation. Is it your soul? I knew that after you die, your soul would accompany me as well. ”

Gu Xiangling slowly floated backwards, while Song Mingjian quickly gave chase. Xiang Ling, don’t go! “Accompany me, accompany me!” “Gu Xiangling’s one moment floated to the east, and the other moment floated to the west.” “Xiang Ling, stop tormenting me. Come here, come here!”

She finally stopped and stood before him with a faint smile. Her eyes were filled with strong feelings, like the spring water, and it slowly soaked Song Mingjian’s withered heart.

Song Ming pulled her into his embrace. He could clearly feel the heat of her body, could even smell the fresh scent of her body. He was sucking her lips hungrily, wishing he could rub her into his body.

Gu Xiangling’s body trembled in his arms, just like when her drug addiction acted up all those years ago. Song Mingjian held her tighter and felt that she had instantly turned ice-cold. “Xiang Ling, why did you turn cold?” He held her face in her hands, scared out of her wits.

How could Gu Xiangling’s face be a face? It was clearly a skull. Song Mingjian suddenly let go of her and she reached out to push him. It was an incomplete hand with a shiny diamond ring on it.

Ah!” Song Mingjian screamed as he woke up from his nightmare. His back was still covered in cold sweat and his heart was beating wildly. He saw the sunlight filtering through the curtains become a faint white light that sprinkled into the room. The office was completely silent, with no Gu Xiangling at all.

Life and death was different from another year. The soul had never entered the dreamscape.

Is it possible that the human soul will drift away with the passing of the body? Otherwise, how could he not sense Xiang Ling’s soul? Ou Shihao heard him scream as he pushed open the door and ran to the sofa, asking, “Director Song, are you having a nightmare?”

“It’s fine,” Song Mingjian sat up straight and instructed: “Give Hua Xi’s company a call and arrange another meeting. “I want to film ‘A Thousand Years of Casanova’.”

That was the first novel that Gu Xiangling had devoted a lot of effort to. She was very willing to film it into a television show. Now that she was no longer here, Song Mingjian had to fulfill her wish.