Song Qingyu has been busy with work since then, Lime is about to be listed overseas, and the projects sent by the Song family, Lime are operated in the form of shares, and at the same time, Shiyu Venture Capital, which she and Yan Shaoqin established, is gradually on the right track.

She slept very little every day, and it was useless for Song Chang to persuade her, seeing that the young lady was getting thinner and thinner, and the frequency of coughing up blood increased a lot, his heart was beating up and down.

I'm always worried that when I open my eyes, the young lady will be gone.

Song Chang knew that she wanted to use the lime to raise the Song family as soon as possible, but no matter how anxious she was, she had to take care of her body.

But it's useless for him to be in a hurry, the person concerned is still light and light, and he can only urge her to drink medicine on time and on time every day.

Song Qingyu didn't want to sleep, she couldn't sleep, her insomnia became more and more serious, she was always woken up by coughing in the middle of the night, and instead of lying on the bed tossing and turning, she simply got up to work.

The listing of limes is imminent, and she must trap the Song family's projects before Song Yuan notices it, so that Song Yuan will be willing to invest the funds in, and finally take advantage of the situation to draw salary.

Only when the capital chain of the Song Group is broken, Song Yuan will be in a hurry to sell the shares to obtain capital injection.

He snatched it from her mother and grandfather, and she wanted to get it back little by little.

Song Qingyu was tired and lay on the table, with a severe headache, her physical condition was getting worse day by day, she already had heart problems, and now she was working hard and making her heart even more sad.

WeChat dingdong.

Song Qingyu rubbed her eyebrows and raised her eyes to look at it, and then sighed helplessly.

I have been hiding from Fu Wenzhou for almost a month.

In the past month, she has been closed and found someone to change the lock, this time she has learned smartly, she has not installed a combination lock, and Fu Wenzhou cannot enter without a key.

But the mobile phone suffered, and during this time, WeChat calls were bombarded non-stop.

Song Qingyu didn't know how to face Fu Wenzhou, he didn't believe in himself that day, and she was disappointed in her heart.

But if she really wants to talk about this disappointment, she feels weird, why should she care about Fu Wenzhou's opinion of her?

In terms of feelings, she is not stupid, and she realizes that she may also have a little ulterior about Fu Wenzhou, so she can only force herself to shrink into a turtle shell, and she can't afford to hide.

Song Qingyu has always been soberly aware that every minute and second of her time is marked on the scale, and in this limited scale, she has more important things to do than love.

She took a deep breath, patted her face, pulled herself together, and continued to stare at the dense English on the computer screen.

She was going to country M early tomorrow morning to prepare for the lime market, and she didn't dare to slack off for a moment.

The plane cut through the sky, and Song Qingyu landed safely.

Song Chang followed her with her luggage, and the two arranged accommodation in advance, went to the hotel to rest for one night, and then went to a banquet held by some overseas investors the next day.

Song Qingyu did not attend as the boss of Lime, and in her place was the current CEO of Lime.

She sat quietly in the corner with her glass in hand, not a drop of champagne missing.

After staring at it for a while, she got up and went to the courtyard.

The moonlight poured silently on the branches and leaves of the courtyard like flowing water, adding a mystery to the manor at night.

Song Qingyu was pacing alone in the backyard, and suddenly heard some noise in the depths.

In the moonlight, the man fell to the side, struggling to get up from the ground and sit back on the wheelchair next to him.

"Need help?"

Song Qingyu asked softly.

The sudden sound made the man's movements freeze suddenly, and his originally gloomy face became even colder, as if he was extremely reluctant to be seen in this embarrassment.

Even his voice suppressed a faint anger: "No need! I don't care about you! ”

Song Qingyu: "......"

Since others did not accept her kindness, she had no intention of staying any longer.

After glancing at the man, he turned to leave.

Suddenly there was the sound of a hard object falling to the ground behind him.

Song Qingyu stopped, turned around and walked to the man's side, and met the man's angry eyes.

"I've seen the most embarrassing side of you, and there's no point in hiding it, so-"

Song Qingyu asked, "Need help?" ”

Her eyes were crumpled into broken shadows, and she wore a moon-white gauze skirt with a cold halo, independent of the night.

Ruan Mingshen saw her face clearly and recognized her as the woman wearing a cheongsam at the Ruan family's charity dinner that day.

glanced her up and down, and inexplicably felt that this woman still looked good in a cheongsam.

He no longer refused, but still kept his face calm.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qingyu bent down and grabbed his arm, trying to pull the person up, but overestimated his strength, and stumbled under his feet and fell with the man.

Ruan Ming's dark eyes locked on her: "Help? ”

Song Qingyu was thrown violently and began to cough violently, she took out the medicine bottle from her bag, raised her head and swallowed a medicine, the urge to cough up the internal organs was better.

She raised her eyes, red stains on the tails of her eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm not well. ”

In the end, Ruan Mingshen only borrowed three points of her strength, and the rest sat back in the wheelchair on his own.

Song Qingyu smiled apologetically.

Ruan Ming looked at her twice with heavy eyes, and stopped her when the other party was about to leave: "Song Qingyu." ”

Song Qingyu turned around, "You know me?" ”

"I don't know." Ruan Mingshen said.

Song Qingyu choked.

Fortunately, the other party quickly explained his intentions: "I heard that you saved my brother before." ”

Song Qingyu recalled for a few seconds, and her eyebrows frowned slightly: "Are you Ruan Mingshen?" ”

Ruan Mingshen said "um", his facial features were very deep, and there was a kind of indifference on his body: "How about we make a deal?" ”