"Enter."

The door was opened, and a small cute girl came in: "Boss, you look for me." ”

Song Shihao opened a bottle of wine for himself and took a small sip: "Has anything happened recently?" ”

The girl nodded: "Mr. Yang's friends, come over every once in a while." But these days are much better, and there are no deaths. ”

Hearing the word human life, Song Shi paused for a moment, and the fatigue in all directions instantly overwhelmed her, and those thousand-pound burdens all fell on her, making her sleep and unable to live in peace. She drank the wine in her glass, and she coughed quietly when she drank too quickly.

Xiaolan hurriedly stepped forward to hand her a tissue, and Song Shihao took it and wiped the corners of her mouth: "How many are there?" ”

Xiaolan seemed to be trembling slightly, and her tone was full of horror: "20." ”

Song Shihao closed his eyes, his body tensed, and he spoke again after a long time: "Mr. Yang, how many have you touched?" When she asked this, her voice trembled unconsciously, and even she didn't realize that she was afraid to hear this answer, too scared.

Xiaolan searched in her memory and quickly gave an answer: "One." ”

Song Shihao's heart instantly relaxed, one, only one, fortunately there was only one. Strangely, after receiving this answer, a crack appeared in the airtight wall that shrouded her, and fresh air poured in.

"The one from five years ago?" She wasn't sure and continued to ask her.

Xiaolan nodded.

"I see," she turned to look at Lan before speaking after a moment, "Lan, resign." ”

Xiaolan was startled, and subconsciously thought that she had done something wrong, and looked at Song Shihao in panic.

Song Shihao seemed to know her thoughts, and gently hooked his lips: "Always there, it will disappear soon." Tomorrow I will go to the finance department and quit my job and find another job. ”

Xiaolan's eyes turned red, and she has been there since she opened the store. Song Shihao takes good care of the employees, she is determined to stay in Changzai for a lifetime, as long as Changzai does not fall, she must be there, but Song Shihao actually said that Changzai is going to disappear.

"Sister Shihao, are you really going to close the door?" Her affection for Chang Zheng doesn't have to be good or less. Always, always, ever, ever, contented, ever-present. This is what Song Shihao said, she hopes that the things around her can always accompany her, but now, is it always broken?

Xiaolan hated Yang Minghui, hated that he would always be like this, hated him for making Song Shihao's hard work, her hopes were easily shattered, and hated him for ruining Song Shihao.

Song Shihao nodded: "Xiaolan, I can't hold it anymore." So be it, what I built with my own hands, I destroyed with my own hands. ”

Xiaolan's nose was sour, a big tear slipped down her cheek in an instant, and her voice was choked, full of reluctance: "Sister Shihao, she is your hard work." ”

Song Shihao smiled softly at her: "Xiaolan, my heart has already run out of blood." Let's go, don't stay here, send me all those things, seal the secret room, and never use it again. ”

Xiaolan held back her sobs and nodded: "Okay, I'll let Lao Liang and them start sealing in a while." ”

After Xiaolan left, Song Shihao sat alone in the lounge in a daze, and fell asleep after a while. She has been sleeping very badly in the past six months, often insomnia until dawn, I guess this is a place to make herself feel at ease, and she fell asleep after a while.

She was woken up by a phone ringing, and after reading the call above, she frowned, and finally picked it up after a long time: "Hey." ”