Chapter 87

The sound of gunshots resounded throughout the villa, and Xiang Wanhua was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

Song Ling stood there in a daze, looking at the person in front of him, and gradually fell down, with a pool of blood flowing under him.

It was a dazzling red, the same as it was back then.

The same memories overlapped, and it seemed to return to that scene again.

Song Ling's teeth were trembling, she looked at the person who fell in a pool of blood, she should not have saved her, but her reason was washed away by the blood, she couldn't watch a living being die in front of her eyes.

The ambulance came quickly, Xiang Jin was taken 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 which step was wrong, she suddenly didn't know...

Xiang Wanhua came from the end of the corridor. She knelt in front of Song Ling, crying and shouting, "Song Ling, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I designed it, and 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, and kowtowed so hard that his head broke blood.

Tears and blood flowed all over her face. At this moment, she finally realized that she was wrong. She didn't know how to be grateful. She had done too many mistakes in her life.

She hated why this retribution wasn't her, but asked her Ah Jin to bear it...

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

People in the hospital corridor all gathered around when they heard Xiang Wanhua's shrill voice, Song Ling stared blankly ahead, and let the people beside her kneel on the ground, kowtow to her over and over again in repentance and confession.

The world is like this, people always don't want to know what you did in the past, they only care about what they see in front of their eyes.

It's because they were too forgetful, they forgot that she also had a heart-wrenching pain, and they 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 at the same price, because people are different, and 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 all the way, but no matter what, that's not your reason to hurt others." Song Ling looked at the empty space with dry eyes, and did not look at the people on the ground again.

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

Along with him was Meng Yunan.

Meng Yunan saw Song Ling covered in blood, her heart suddenly raised in her throat, she grabbed her hand and checked her body for injuries, "A Ling..."

Song Ling looked at the person in front of her with tears in her eyes, she chuckled and said in a hoarse voice: "Aunt, am I stupid, treat me well, love me sincerely, but I hurt me badly. They put all their sincerity on people they shouldn't love, I miss my father so much, I miss Ah Zhao so much, auntie, I'm really tired..."

Tears filled her eyes. Meng Yunan looked at the pain and despair in those eyes. It was a powerlessness to the depths of despair. How could she not understand her? It was the deepest obsession when she was young. To trust that person, to hurt and let down the two most important people in her life, there is nothing more desperate than destroying it with your own hands.

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

Her Ling is too pitiful. If her sister is still alive, looking at her current state, don't know how distressed it will be?

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

Song Ling turned and left, not staying here any longer.

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

She was like a soulless body, with no light or hope in her eyes.

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

She returned to the villa in a hurry, and in the dark and empty room, she had nothing.

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 envelope her.

All those past moments flashed through her mind frame by frame like a movie. She saw the self who spoke coldly to her father, who was sad and sighed behind her, and she saw Ah Zhao sitting on the ground, devastated and tearful. Shui looked at himself with despair and hatred in his eyes...

There seemed to be a familiar smell left in the room. Tears soaked her eyes and fell on the quilt. She cried so much that her shoulders trembled and she bit her lips tightly.

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

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

Ah Zhao, I'm really sorry.

——

Two months later, Jiangcheng Hospital.

That shot didn't kill Xiang Jin, but it made her never wake up again.

She became a vegetative state, lying in a hospital bed for two whole months.

During this period, Song Ling never came to the hospital.

She fell ill and lost weight.

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

The kidnapping case that year was overturned again, confessed to Wan Hua, and took all the charges down.

Kidnapping and murder, taking property and killing life, was sentenced to forty-five years. As for Shen Zhao's case, due to Xiang Jin's unconsciousness and lack of substantive evidence, the case cannot be closed for the time being.

On the day he was formally imprisoned, Xiang Wanhua asked to see Song Ling.

Song Ling refused and did not see her.

Life is like a long-distance road with no end and no end. It seems that everything has ended, and it seems that nothing has happened. How ruthless time is, it has wiped out all the rugged places with edges and corners into flat ground, so that the pain is completely buried deep in my heart.

Go through the rest of the day with a heart full of scars.

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.

It's Feng Rou.

She was stunned.

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

Ji Mingshu stood there and didn't move, looking at the person in front of him lightly, as if vaguely remembering 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. mean, it's a balance between politeness and gentleness, a person born to do this.

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

Every time she dealt with herself, she always called herself Sister Mingshu softly, and occasionally a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Maybe it was this sense of proportion that made her lose her guard, and all the evidence pointed to her, but deep down she was still trying to excuse her by luck, maybe she really had difficulties?

"Are you leaving?" Ji Mingshu asked her after taking back his thoughts.

Feng Rou stood in front of her, about the same height as her, she looked at her head-on, smiled her usual smile, nodded and said, "Well, let's go."

She slowly lowered her head and was silent for a long time before she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "On the other side of the boss, I still need an apology from her."

Ji Mingshu knew what she meant, things had already happened, and the ending was already doomed, so it would be meaningless to investigate who was driving a certain link.

"Take care of yourself." Ji Mingshu lightly retracted his gaze, turned and stepped into the elevator.

The memory suddenly flashed back to a certain afternoon, and she remembered that someone once said a happy birthday to her.

At that time, the things she thought were wonderful, but now, after recalling them, they suddenly added another bitter taste.

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

The road of life is long. There are too many things to happen and too many people to meet. Not everyone will become an important person in life. Maybe it is just passing by in a hurry. There is no God’s perspective in life. Some things may never have an answer.

——

In the winter three years later, the Song Group conference room.

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

It is a magazine under the Song Group. A model artist suddenly broke the contract with a brand cooperating with Song, and Song Ling brought someone out to come out with a remedial plan.

The cooperating magazine brand is Angel Eye, a well-known French luxury brand, which is the first time to do a column in China.

The company has also made various measurements, and chose Huang Qiuxi, a temperamental model that is in line with the brand's theory, to play. As a result, Huang Qiuxi was temporarily exposed, and his life style was unruly. It was also revealed that some magazines in his early years were a set of sexy underwear. photo.

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

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

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

The fashion industry has always been inseparable from the entertainment industry. In recent years, there has even been an intensifying situation.

There are not many entertainment companies under the Song family, the largest being Jiaming Entertainment.

However, since Jiaming Entertainment left Chi Zhoubai, it began to fall into disrepair. There were no outstanding female artists in the company, and because Xiao Chengye continuously broke the news of several artists' scandals, Jiaming's reputation was considered bad.

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

In contrast to this, in recent years, a time film industry has suddenly appeared in the circle.

In just two or three years, it has flourished, and it has cultivated several outstanding artists and occupies a large share in the film circle.

The film circle is different from the TV circle. The aesthetics of fashion entertainment is slightly higher than the public's aesthetic level, and this aesthetic level is exactly the same as the concept of the film circle. Therefore, the fashion circle loves to find endorsements from celebrities in the film circle. something.

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

So if Song cannot receive AE's project, this project will undoubtedly fall to Time Films.

After Song Ling went upstairs, Ji Mingshu followed her with a handful of documents on his phone, quietly waiting for her order.

"I heard that there is a director coming from the other side of 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 his coat on the shelf and picked up the magazine on the table to read.

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

Song Ling stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the so-called famous director's information, and asked casually, "Who is it? From my own company, or from outside?"

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

Song Ling was stunned for a while, then looked up at Ji Mingshu.