Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

In the end, Shen Qingwei walked by Zhao Xingyue's side openly and aboveboard.

No one knows better than her the ability of the organization "Zhao Xingyue Fan Support Group" to spread gossip.

Sure enough, when she went to work the next day, everyone looked at her with very complicated eyes.

Should she be grateful for Zhao's respect for privacy?Although everyone is extremely curious, as long as the person involved does not speak, no one will take the initiative to inquire.

Only Li Sisi, who was the first witness, leaned over awkwardly and carefully confirmed the news: "That...you and Mr. Zhao...that..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Qingwei nodded with a calm expression.

"Well, it's true."

Even though she knew about this matter yesterday and received confirmation from the person concerned today, Li Sisi still felt her heart skip a beat.

No one gathered around to discuss gossip or ask for details, except for Li Sisi's inquiry and the weird atmosphere in the office. Under the calmness deliberately created by Shen Qingwei, everything seemed to be as calm as usual.

After one morning, the people in the office had almost left, and Shen Qingwei let out a long sigh of relief.

No one knew how torturous this morning was for her. She hoped that Li Sisi could not see who was with Zhao Xingyue last night, and a voice deep in her heart hoped that Li Sisi could come to ask her.

It wasn't until Li Sisi took the initiative to speak up and let her confess her relationship with Zhao Xingyue that Shen Qingwei felt that the stone hanging in her heart had finally come down.

Even so, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to her work in the morning, and didn't dare to touch fish to see what was going on in Zhao Xingyue's fan support group who had been 99 since last night.

Until she saw this interface on Zhao Xingyue's office computer.

"Ahhh, I should have thought of it, I should have thought of it a long time ago, Mr. Zhao is so handsome, how can any man be worthy of her, the one with her should be a girl!!!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow Yue met at the wrong time, that person should have been mine..."

"Go away, the actors upstairs, Mr. Zhao belongs to all of us!"

No insults, no insults.

The atmosphere in the group was as harmonious as before, and everyone accepted the fact that their CEO had a girlfriend as a matter of course, as if the weather was sunny today.

I have to say something that makes Shen Qingwei feel helpless, probably because her girlfriend is too attractive, and many girls with boyfriends in the group are clamoring that they are one step late, if they make up their minds earlier Now the boyfriend who is holding back, bravely pursuing Zhao Xingyue, the current Mrs. Zhao might be herself.

A group of people whimpered in the group and lamented that they were born at the wrong time and failed to meet the right person at the right time.

After the meeting, Zhao Xingyue pushed open the door and was not surprised to see Shen Qingwei sitting in her seat—she would often assign part of the work she was doing to Shen Qingwei, which was for training and learning.After all, she not only wanted Shen Qingwei to be the manager of this company, but also wanted her to be the owner.

Money is a person's confidence, Shen Qingwei can live without love, but she cannot live without the money that supports her.

She had just finished a meeting, her face was still full of vigor, when she saw Shen Qingwei, she frowned lightly, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Shen Qingwei stood up, "No, not long."

She waited just right.

When she stood up, she didn't forget to switch the interface, and switched the chat box that was constantly swiping with messages into a form that was being made.

Zhao Xingyue put the documents on the table, stretched out her arms to her, and made an invitation gesture: "Excuse me, can I invite Your Highness the Princess and give me a chance to have lunch?"

Shen Qingwei put her hand on it and said to her with a smile, "Of course."

She pretended that she didn't see that among the two social accounts that were linked, the one that was obviously a small account was called Xingguang's nickname.

She knows nothing, yet knows everything.

Everyone should have their own little secret.

……

Maybe it's because some things actually happened. Shen Qingwei's dream has had a lot of negative effects. Even after a long time, she has established a relationship with Zhao Xingyue. There is a world of difference between her current life and herself in the dream. I will still fall into a nightmare unexpectedly when I am very tired, and it is difficult to get out.

In order to reassure her, after Zhao Xingyue contacted Zhou Yongqi, he took her to fly abroad to the sanatorium where Zhou Yongjia was.

If Zhou Yongjia, who said at the beginning that he wanted to seize the Zhou family by killing his father and relatives, was insane but still rational, Zhou Yongjia at this time was already a complete lunatic.

The sanatorium that Zhou Yongqi found for him is very simple and crude in dealing with patients with delusional mania, but it is effective. Although Zhou Yongjia still goes crazy from time to time, he has obviously calmed down. He used to harbor ambition and madness In his eyes, there was only a dead silence.

Seeing Shen Qingwei, his eyes flashed with excitement, the pure soul of the other party was very attractive to him, but when he noticed Zhao Xingyue beside him, he couldn't help but trembled all over.

"Don't come, don't come—"

He desperately shrank towards the corner, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Zhou Yongjia is now afraid of Zhao Xingyue.

After his rationality was defeated, only his instinct remained, like a danger siren, screaming to tell him the horror of the woman in front of him.

Zhao Xingyue hooked the corners of her lips.

Shen Qingwei sighed a little, she didn't expect Zhou's most popular golden bachelor to become like this.

But he can't afford much sympathy for Zhou Yongjia, not to mention that his life was almost ruined by him at the beginning, just say that Zhou Yongjia's downfall, Zhou Yongjia's evil brother who broke out after Zhou Yongqi's younger brother took the position of Zhou's manager Okay, that's enough to send him to the eighteenth floor of hell.

If it weren't for the fact that he was identified as mentally ill and sent to a nursing home, the place he should be staying at this time would be a cell instead of a comfortable mansion.

After reading it, the faint fear of Zhou Yongjia in Shen Qingwei's heart also dissipated.

She turned her head and said to Zhao Xingyue beside her, "Let's go."

Zhao Xingyue didn't speak, but just rubbed the top of her soft hair.

Under Zhou Yongjia's trembling gaze, the two walked out of his sight.

They will have a new life, a life that has nothing to do with Zhou Yongjia.

……

Zhao Xingyue's lifespan is not long, and her forced survival can only support her to live until she is 49 years old.

Neither of them are workaholics, especially Zhao Xingyue, knowing that her life expectancy is not long, she handed over the company to the successor she trained almost as soon as her 40th birthday, and took Shen Qingwei to travel all over the world , leaving their footprints in countless places.

Physical decline comes suddenly and quickly.

The new journey had just ended, when Shen Qingwei turned around, she saw Zhao Xingyue collapsed.

Without any pathological phenomena, Zhao Xingyue's body seemed to the doctor to be a well-run machine that suddenly started the self-destruct procedure after the set scrapping time.

In the last week before her death, Zhao Xingyue was not in pain. She was lying on the hospital bed, watching Shen Qingwei humming and inserting a bunch of brilliantly blooming cosmos into the vase.

After fiddling with it, Shen Qingwei turned to her and asked, "Does it look good?"

Zhao Xingyue nodded.

Shen Qingwei came over and exchanged a long kiss with her.

"Don't go, okay?" She suddenly leaned against Zhao Xingyue's ear and asked in a pleading tone.

Zhao Xingyue was startled, almost thinking that she had revealed her true identity at some point.

But in the end, she remained silent, not a single word.

Shen Qingwei stared into her eyes, barely curling the corners of her lips.

"Ah Yue, did I ever tell you," she said to her piously and happily, "Meeting you is the best thing in my life."

Zhao Xingyue: "Yes."

……

Zhao Xingyue stayed in this world until the last moment.

When she left, Shen Qingwei seemed to have sensed something, and held her hand tightly, her eyes intertwined with hers.

She felt that her eyelids were getting heavy, as if there was a sweet dream calling her urgently.

She heard someone whispering to her beside her ear: "Ah Yue, go to sleep, wait for me..."

She closed her eyes.

The monitor screamed loudly, and doctors and nurses walked in silently from outside.

They had already expected what happened at this time.

Someone tried to comfort Shen Qingwei, but found that she had already lost her breath.

Someone began to sob quietly.

A sad atmosphere began to fill the ward.

……

Hell.

However, at the bridgehead, the Fujun has been waiting for a long time.

Zhao Xingyue crossed the Naihe Bridge, and took in the familiar scenes around her. Various melancholy arose in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.

"I heard you're doing well."

Fujun is a handsome man, with a slight smile, his beauty is more than that of the flowers on both sides of Huangquan.

Zhao Xingyue nodded to him, acquiescing to his words.

The Lord Fu took a bowl of soup from Granny Meng and handed it to Zhao Xingyue.

Mengpo soup is colorless and tasteless. At first glance, it looks like a bowl of clear water.

The soup enters the throat, the past and the past, all turn into clear water and pass away.

She hesitated for a moment, took the soup bowl, and drank it down.

Since Zhao Xingyue in the human world is dead, Zhao Xingyue in the underworld should return to his throne.

Behind her, a beautiful figure stood on the bridge, following her with bright eyes without blinking. When she saw her drink Mengpo soup, she blinked and shed two drops of clear tears.

A gust of wind blew, and the girl on the bridge who had bowed to Fujun and Po Meng disappeared in an instant.

Fujun took the soup bowl and said to Zhao Xingyue: "Welcome back."

Zhao Xingyue twitched the corners of her lips, smiling politely and reservedly.

She said, "Let's go. Didn't you say there are so many tasks waiting for me to do?"