After the divorce, the CEO begged me to get back together

It was the Chinese New Year season, and the streets and alleys of the entire Beijing city were filled with festive atmosphere, but the Song family's apartment was cold and desolate, and a few flakes of snow even got into the cracks in the windows while taking advantage of the cold wind.

Qin Sang was lying on the hospital bed with tubes of various thicknesses inserted into her body. The electrocardiogram machine next to her was beeping coldly, and the room was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

"Song Qian, the president of the Song Group, said at an event today that he would marry his first love, Ms. Qin Yue, as soon as possible..."

The cold wind swept towards the emaciated woman on the hospital bed with the news from the TV. She leaned on the side of the bed and coughed violently, her face pale.

"Miss!" Seeing this scene when Aunt Lin came in, she immediately pinched the remote control, her eyes flushed with anger, "Miss's body is like this, but he only cares about welcoming the new couple, miss, how can you look at these bodies? "

With that said, Aunt Lin was about to turn off the TV.

"Aunt Lin, I'm fine." The cold fingers grabbed Aunt Lin very strongly. She turned her head to Qin Sang who was staring at the TV, and saw that her eyes were full of desolation and unwillingness.

Even under the ruthless lens, the man on the TV is still handsome and handsome, but on his handsome face sculpted by gods, there is another woman in those eyes.

"I will go through the divorce procedure with Qin Sang as soon as possible. After the procedure is over, I will hold a wedding ceremony with Yueyue. Everyone is welcome to participate." Song Qian took Qin Yue's hand, and the two looked at each other like a pair of lovers .

Aunt Lin immediately turned off the TV, looked at the pale Qin Sang, stepped forward to help her lie down, and couldn't help comforting her, "Miss, you are Mrs. Song after all, and Mr. Song has treated you well all these years. You will make such a hasty decision, just read the news and forget it, but don’t take it seriously.”

Treat her... not thin?Qin Sang listened, but his eyes like dry wells did not move a little. He only gave her the title of wife, but he did not give his wife any affection.

She is just Mrs. Song, that's all. It would be the same for anyone who changed this position, not to mention that she let her father snatch this position with a contract of [-] million yuan.

She thought she had successfully become his wife, and as long as she took time, she would definitely win his heart, but when her dear cousin Qin Yue appeared in front of him, there was finally a gleam in her indifferent eyes. After being moved, she realized that the Bai Yueguang in his heart was actually her cousin!

So, she became jealous, and she didn't want her years of waiting to come to naught. When she confronted Qin Yue, Qin Yue stretched out his hand to push her away, but for some reason, he sprained his foot and fell out, knocking his head on the ground. By the sink, I got a concussion.

When Song Qian rushed over, he learned that Qin Yue had suffered a concussion, so he didn't listen to her explanation, so he slapped her in front of everyone.

That slap was more heart-wrenching than any injury she had suffered since she was a child. Under his cold gaze, there was no possibility for her to meet him again.He placed her in a remote apartment in the Song family, and her stomach cancer also worsened overnight, but he couldn't get a visit from him.

"Miss, your hand!" Aunt Lin's exclamation awakened her memory. Qin Sang looked down and saw that the ring on her ring finger had worn out her skin, and the white sheet was wet with blood.

Qin Sang slowly took off the ring as if she didn't feel anything, pinched it on her fingertips, and gently let go of her hand. The ring fell to the floor and disappeared with a "ding".

The phone rang, and it was Song Qian's assistant Xiao Li calling.

"Ma'am, I will come to deliver something tonight."

Qin Sang put down her phone, her heart turned to ashes, and there were only a few days left before the next month. What Song Qian wanted to send at this time could only be the divorce agreement.

"Aunt Lin," she said hoarsely, she decided to solve the problem she caused herself, "you go back to Qin's house first, and let me stay alone for a while."

Aunt Lin looked at Qin Sang's thin body, held back her sadness, and turned to leave.

Qin Sang pulled out the intubation tube one by one, dragged her tired and weak body, got up and drafted a divorce agreement, and when she finally signed her name, it seemed that she had also thrown away the fetters of the past ten years.

Cleaned up all the things that belonged to her, but when she cleaned it up, a sense of sadness spread from her heart. In the years since she married Song Qian, there was nothing that belonged to her. It seemed that she really couldn't take anything with her. , including Songkran's heart.

Qin Sang dragged her suitcase out of the door of the apartment, and the cold wind poured into her body along the opened door, but she no longer felt cold, and even the pain in her body seemed to be numb.

Suddenly, the sound of the whistle rang violently in her ears, and she saw a large truck speeding towards her. In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, every step she took seemed to have lead in her legs, and before she could take a step, she spun around——

boom--

Heavy snow fell in the sky, and with the violent landing sound, bloody flowers gradually bloomed in the snow...

Qin Sang lay quietly in the snow, and slowly closed her eyes in the vast expanse of whiteness. It was good to leave like this, at least she would not be tortured again, whether it was illness or heartbreak.

If there is a next life, she will never lose herself like this again, and she will live a good life for herself.

……

Song Group Building, high-level conference room.

Song Qian, the president of the Song Corporation, took off his straight suit jacket, loosened the neckline with his slender white fingers, and stood tall and slender in front of the French window. The comments of those old guys during the meeting just now still lingered in his ears.

He just wanted to get everything back on track, but he didn't want Qin Sang's existence to have a far-reaching impact, which would be difficult to cut off.

Thinking of her, Song Qian became restless again, just at this time Xiao Li called.

"Mr. Song, my wife is not at home, but she left a divorce agreement, saying that... she wants to leave the house."

"Run away from home?" Song Qian's eyes turned cold, and his voice turned a little cold, "I changed the trick. I must find her no matter what, and watch her sign the divorce agreement in person!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Qian felt that his temple, which had been aching just now, was throbbing with throbbing pain. He pressed it with his knuckles unbearably, but compared to the headache, it was more of a fluster for no reason.

He went straight to the window to get some air, and another hurried call came from his mobile phone.

"Mr. Song, Mrs. Song had a car accident."

Song Qian sneered, "Her new trick?"

But over there, Xiao Li's voice trembled slightly, and there was a dead silence all around, "There are few people here, and my wife is out of breath."

The man subconsciously grasped the railing by the window, a tingling pain came from his palm, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Well, call her family to collect the body."

Suddenly, he turned around and strode out, "Wait, protect the scene, she has always been scheming, I want to see her dead body with my own eyes!"

A cold wind closed the door after he left, and the tall figure panicked the moment he turned around.