Song Zilian had long known that Simon was loyal, but his loyalty was always to the Song family, not to himself.
He glanced at Simon lightly.
"I'm a little sleepy, please go out first."
"Master, if you can't make up your mind, Simon will find a way to help you make up your mind. Simon resigned." Simon bowed and retreated towards the door.
Song Zilian lowered his eyes with a helpless smile on his face.
I didn’t expect it would still be like this in this life.
Memories from who knows how long ago appeared in his mind.
After Ji Xinyao disappeared, he asked the ministers to search for two years before he truly believed that she was not from this world at all.
He felt that he had been deceived and that he was just a task for her, so he burned the elixir she gave him in anger.
Song Zilian thought that this way he could cut off his love in the future and stop thinking about Ji Xinyao, but in the end he still overestimated himself.
Ji Xinyao was with him from the beginning of his meaningful life. Without him, he would be like a walking zombie.
Song Zilian began to regret, regretted burning the elixir, and regretted personally destroying the only connection that still existed with her. But what was lost can never be recovered. There was only one way Song Zilian could think of, and that was to recruit warlocks from all over the world to re-establish
Create an elixir.
For this reason, he devoted himself to studying the gods and ghosts of various sects. The best medicines are often also the most poisonous. His body also began to collapse from taking the elixirs presented by various alchemists. The prime minister knew that he would die soon, and he took the ministers to ask him to be his ancestor.
Sheji considered it, but all he could see was Ji Xinyao.
Song Zilian didn't know whether he died of illness or the medicine given by the magician. In short, his consciousness was in a fog when he woke up.
There was a voice urging him to stop being persistent and to go to the next life as soon as possible.
Song Zilian also vaguely felt the pain in his body gradually disappearing.
He wondered if the medicine he had taken had taken effect.
He didn't want to go to the afterlife, so he asked the man how he could see Ji Xinyao again.
"Even if you see her again, she won't be the same person you once knew."
"As long as it's her, as long as I can see her again, no matter what the price is."
The voice told him that Ji Xinyao had a special status and her appearance was regrettable. The queen died in depression because she gave away her son. Her wish when she died was that the child who was living outside could obtain the same powerful status as her brother.
With the appearance of Ji Xinyao, the brothers started fighting each other. He successfully replaced his brother and ascended the throne.
The voice told him that he was not special to Ji Xinyao. If he didn't believe it, he could give him a chance to become a spectator in Ji Xinyao's mission journey, but the price was that he had to bear the pain on behalf of those living beings who were unwilling to live.
Since then, Song Zilian has experienced many short and painful lives, including abused cats and dogs, children covered with sores, and old people abandoned in earthen jar graves...
After a short life, he often faces a long period of blankness, waiting for the end of Ji Xinyao's mission in this life.
Until this life, the voice told him that the limit that a soul can endure is 999 lives, and if this continues, the soul will be destroyed. It advised him that it was time to give up and go into reincarnation.
But Song Zilian was still unwilling.
His persistence made the voices sigh helplessly.
"Even if you can still travel through one life, Ji Xinyao has no chance, unless..."
Before the man finished speaking, he sighed again.
"Well, since you are so persistent, I will give you a chance. This is your last life, you go and wait for her first. Remember, you must make her fall in love with you in your limited life, otherwise you will never
There is no chance of death. You are temporarily borrowing the unused life of others, so your illness is incurable, so cherish your time."
Song Zilian looked at the big clock in front of him and pulled back his thoughts.
He knew that his illness was incurable, so all he wanted was to make Ji Xinyao fall in love with him as soon as possible, so that he could die happily in a few years. But everything did not go as smoothly as he thought, and Ji Xinyao did not love him that much.
, and he didn't want to see her eyes only showing sympathy and no love, and instead he would become a burden to her.
Song Zilian also figured it out, there would be no chance of rebirth.
Anyway, there is no Ji Xinyao in the world after death.
The next day.
Ji Xinyao and Jiaohua Songsheng went to the new company and called her agent to discuss the content of the book and the specific quotation. After that, she turned on her computer and rushed through the plan until one o'clock in the morning.
The next day, she avoided the morning rush hour and rushed to the Song Consortium at ten o'clock in the morning to hand over her plan to meet Song Zilian.
The secretary blocked her from the door.
"Mr. Song is in a meeting. It's not convenient to see you."
Ji Xinyao took out her plan, "Mr. Song and I made an appointment to hand in the plan today. When will his meeting last?"
"Not sure. Today's meeting is quite large and it shouldn't end for a while."
"It's okay, I can wait." Ji Xinyao pointed to the door, "Can I go in and wait? Standing in the corridor is like standing still."
At this time, the secretary's cell phone rang.
"Hey, Mr. Song. Okay, I know."
Song Zilian seemed to have given him some instructions, then opened the door and invited Ji Xinyao in.
"Then Miss Ji, just sit here and wait for a while. I have other things to deal with. I'll take my leave now."
After the secretary left, Ji Xinyao sat on the leather sofa in the president's office and looked around.
She waited until six o'clock in the afternoon and still didn't see anyone, so she packed up her things, stood up, and walked out the door.
Only then did Ji Xinyao notice the secretary guarding the door.
"Mr. Song, haven't you finished the meeting yet?" Ji Xinyao asked the secretary.
The secretary shook his head, "Not yet. Why don't you, Miss Ji, give me the plan, and I will forward it to Mr. Song."
"That's all I can do, thank you."
Ji Xinyao handed the plan to her as the secretary said, and then walked along the long corridor to the elevator.
She walked a few steps and then turned back, seeing the secretary walking into the president's office with a plan in hand.
Ji Xinyao immediately shot back and rushed into the house.
In the CEO's office, Song Zilian had just walked out of the specially set up lounge next to him. He saw Ji Xinyao pushing the door open and the two of them stared at each other with big eyes.
"Didn't you have a meeting all day long? Did you hold it inside? With whom, let me see."
She immediately walked to Song Zilian, stood on tiptoes and looked through the crack in the door he opened. Sure enough, there was no one there.
Song Zilian was too tall, and it was too hard for her to avoid him and check her feet. She accidentally swayed forward. Song Zilian was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly supported her and said helplessly, "