When I was learning piano, I would sit there for seven or eight hours at a time, and my fingers would almost be worn raw, but I gritted my teeth and persevered.
Song Lingshan sat on the sofa in the living room, gazing at the huge and luxurious villa.
He tried to comfort himself.
Such a nice house; if she had been born into an ordinary family, she probably would never have been able to live in it in her entire life.
So she shouldn't feel unhappy, right?
The nine-headed monkey, who was sleeping in its cage in the corner, excitedly ran out of its cage and came to its owner's side when it saw its owner return.
It gently nuzzled Song Lingshan's side with its head, its furry paws lightly resting on Song Lingshan's wrist, as if asking for a pat.
Song Lingshan lowered her head, looking at the adorable appearance of the Nine Lamas, and unconsciously curled the corners of her lips.
Gently reach out and stroke its head.
Continue to brainwash yourself.
If her family hadn't been rich, she wouldn't have had such an adorable Nine-Headed Serpent.
So she's lucky, she's luckier than most people, right?
That must be it.
But why does my chest feel so tight, so suffocating, and my eyes are so sore?
Is she being dramatic?
What a joke, how could she be a pretentious person?
She was only eight years old when she first started learning martial arts. She often got injured during training, and her knees and arms were often covered in bruises. She even fractured her bones in the worst cases. She gritted her teeth and stopped, without shedding a single tear.
When she first took over the company, the veterans didn't trust her, so she worked even harder to prove herself. She drank until she needed injections for the project but never gave up.
If I'm not a dramatic person, why am I so sad?
I just can't figure it out.
Song Lingshan stood up and opened a bottle of good wine from the wine cabinet.
He poured himself into a glass and began drinking alone, one glass after another.
Soon after, I started to feel dizzy and my stomach began to burn.
My father's words echoed in my mind again.
Do you believe in ghosts and gods?
Song Lingshan scoffed. Of course she didn't believe it. She was a materialist and always thought that when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out, and they wouldn't be reincarnated.
They also don't believe in underworld retribution; good people don't necessarily get good rewards, and bad people can live very well.
She never expected that her father would say something like that for that fickle and wicked woman.
Even as a ghost, I won't let myself go.
Is this something a father should say to his daughter?
Huh?
Thinking about it carefully, she realized that she hadn't been polite to her father either; she had slapped him that day because of Su Luo.
So she has no reason to be angry about this.
But when exactly did her relationship with her father reach this point?
Was it after my mother passed away?
Thinking of her mother, Song Lingshan, her heart ached. Why did her mother commit suicide back then?
Moreover, it was done in such a horrific way as slitting one's own throat.
Song Lingshan couldn't understand it. Her head was getting more and more painful, and she felt so cold. Even though the room was very warm, she still felt very cold.
Song Lingshan reached up to touch her collar, grasped the Nanjing lock key necklace, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
ah!
Suddenly, I miss Su Luo so much!
I really want to hug him...
what to do?
Song Lingshan struggled to her feet, stumbled into the fitting room, and found a hazy blue fox fur coat.
Su Luo said the coat looked great on her and felt very comfortable to the touch.
After changing into her coat, Song Lingshan put on her high boots, picked up her car keys, and walked to the door, where she stopped.
My dizziness is getting worse, and I feel nauseous.
Realizing he couldn't drive himself, he took out his phone and called Wenzi, asking her to come quickly and drive him.
It was almost 11 p.m. when Wenzi received the call. She didn't have time to complain and could only quickly get dressed and go out.
Fortunately, her residence was not far from Song Lingshan's villa.
Wenzi arrived in just twenty minutes, opened the passenger door for Song Lingshan, and got into the driver's seat herself.
Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on Song Lingshan, Wenzi turned to the side to help her fasten her seatbelt and said.
"Mr. Song, where are you going?"
Song Lingshan rubbed her temples and whispered, "Anning Residential Area."
"OK."
Wenzi didn't ask any more questions and quickly started the car.
I couldn't help but complain to myself. I never imagined that President Song, whom everyone in the company feared and who always looked down on everyone, was actually a love-struck fool. He drank so much alcohol late at night and didn't go to sleep because he wanted to go find his boyfriend.
There are plenty of good-looking young men in the company, but Song Lingshan has never given them a second glance. Instead, she's fallen for Su Luo, who has a feminine appearance. It's really strange.
Not long after.
Wenzi parked the car downstairs at Su Luo's apartment building. She wanted to help Song Lingshan upstairs, but Song Lingshan said it wasn't necessary and told her to go home and sleep.
Wenzi, unable to obtain what she desired, decisively left.
Song Lingshan was wearing high heels and had drunk too much, so she was unsteady on her feet and almost tripped and fell down the steps.
We finally arrived at Su Luo's house.
I raised my hand and pressed the doorbell.
Ring ring ring!
Su Luo is a light sleeper. She was startled awake by the ringing of the bell, turned on the bedside lamp, and glanced at the wall clock. Good heavens, it was past midnight.
Who would come to his house at this hour?!
Frustrated, he got out of bed, went to the living room, and walked to the door to ask.
Who is it?
A familiar female voice came from outside the door.
"It's me."
Su Luo was startled and involuntarily took two steps back.
Song Lingshan?
Why is she coming over so late?
Shouldn't she have already let go of herself?
Su Luo swallowed hard, not opening the door immediately, and asked cautiously.
"Just say what you want to say."
He didn't want to open the door. He had already promised Ozawa Nami that he would wait for her, so he shouldn't get involved with Song Lingshan anymore and should keep his distance from her.
Song Lingshan has a bad temper, and now that she's drunk, she's even more irritable and starts cursing.
"Screw you, open the door right now!"
She came all this way, was it easy for her? And Su Luo still wants her to stand outside the door to talk? That's going too far!
Su Luo said nervously, "Ling Shan, I... we've already broken up. I think it's best if we keep our distance, or else..."
Song Lingshan: "If you don't open the door, I'll kick it down!"
"I'll drive!"
Without a second's hesitation, Su Luo immediately stepped forward to open the door.
This door really can't withstand Song Lingshan kicking it, especially since her daughter is still sleeping. If she kicks the door, it will definitely scare her daughter.
As soon as the door opened, Su Luo froze.
Song Lingshan's slightly wavy long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her face, without any makeup, had a fair complexion with a rosy glow.
Her long, narrow fox-like eyes were slightly narrowed, her gaze both dreamy and alluring.
He was wearing his favorite hazy blue fox fur coat.
She wore a black, tight-fitting pencil skirt, her two fair and slender legs were clad in thin black stockings, and she wore a pair of patent leather knee-high boots.
Incredibly sexy!
Song Lingshan said irritably, "What are you standing there for? Help me inside."
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