The car, and the taxi could not be taken, Song Yiren walked all the way, and just after walking for a few minutes, he heard the sound of a dog barking behind him.

She was shocked, turned her head to look, and saw a Tibetan mastiff running in her direction with a pair of cold fierce eyes.

Song Yiren's face changed drastically, she now has no weapons in her hands at all, and there is no one around, how should she deal with a Tibetan mastiff?

She unconsciously retreated, calculating in her mind, could she climb to the nearby tree before it pounced?

It's just that she really underestimated the speed of the Tibetan mastiff, and almost in the blink of an eye, she watched the black guy jump up and pounce like a fly!

The heartstrings tightened instantly, Song Yiren didn't have time to run, she remembered that there was a lighter in her bag. So, I quickly took it out and lit it on fire.

As she lifted the lighter, there was a sharp sound of tires scraping against the ground, a bang, and then an animal wail.

Song Yiren slowly rolled her eyes, only to find that a black off-road car was parked less than ten centimeters away from her, its bumper was knocked out of a dent, and on its right side, the black Tibetan mastiff was already lying on the ground.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, and the Tibetan mastiff was completely out of breath. The lighter in Song Yiren's hand was blown out by the wind brought by the off-road vehicle, and she raised her eyes to meet the eyes of the man in the driver's seat.

There was no change in the expression on his handsome and profound face, his side face was resolute and indifferent, and he had a cold and powerful aura, which was integrated with the black off-road, revealing a kind of momentum that looked down on the world.

It was the one that Song Yiren had only seen ten minutes ago, Gong Lingye. He looked at the lighter in her hand and raised his eyebrows.

Song Yiren followed his line of sight, and then, calmly accepted it, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, Mr. Gong, for saving me...... Your bumper ......" She was about to say that she would pay for it, but Gong Lingye said indifferently: "No." His voice was low and good, but there was an invisible pressure.

With that, he had already raised the window, and then, with the roar of the engine, went straight away. Song Yiren took a deep breath, and in order to avoid trouble, she also quickened her pace and ran away from the area quickly.

On the way, she checked the date first, and found that today was the seventh day after her 'death'.

In the past, she never believed in the first seven souls, but now she does. It's just that she was a native of Ningguo when she was alive, but now she is in Huaguo, and I don't know if the sea brought her to this strange country across the sea?

Song Yiren pressed the complicated mood in his heart and began to browse all kinds of news. Three years ago, she was locked up by Chu Mingyao, although there was a TV in her room, but she still knew too little about everything that had happened in the past three years.

As Song Yiren watched the news little by little, she gradually became clear about the current situation. Haisheng Group's operating model has long been mature, so even if the former president died suddenly, the company did not fall into trouble.

After Chu Mingyao took over, after three years, its strategic development still maintained the original plan, which can be said to be fruitless.

It's just that how could Song Yiren not guess that in the past three years, Chu Mingyao may have already changed the blood of the people in the company, and the entire Haisheng is his world, right?

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