Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

Royal family at the same time.

Song Zhiyun looked at her face in the mirror with gloomy eyes.

It has been so long, but the wounds that should have healed have not shown any sign of improvement. The cross wounds are red, swollen and protruding, and yellow and white pus is leaking out from time to time. It is disgusting to see!

With a snap, Song Zhiyun picked up the thing at hand and threw it at the mirror!

The mirror that cracked into spider webs reflected her face that was also torn into pieces, making Song Zhiyun deeply disgusted with her current appearance.

The second princess clearly said that these are the best medicines, why are they still ineffective?

"I want to see the second princess!"

Song Zhiyun looked at the entourage who was standing aside and didn't dare to express his anger, and spoke sadly.

"I...I'll go right away..."

The attendant shuddered in his heart and wished he could stay away from the second young lady of the Song family!

Over the years, everyone in Selangor has praised Song Er to the sky. At first, they all thought she was a good person, and they privately felt sorry for her face for a long time, but who could have imagined...

This Song Er is simply beyond everyone’s imagination!

The night she arrived, because someone hurt her while applying medicine for her, she scratched her face with a fruit knife!

Not to mention the bossy and demonic temper!

Compared with her behavior, Lin Xiaojiu, who led a large force of people into the royal family that day and gave the second princess a powerful blow, can be called an angel!

Soon, the house was empty.

Looking around, Song Zhiyun still seemed to have resentment growing in her heart...

No place to vent!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"who?"

Song Zhiyun raised his head alertly and subconsciously reached out to put the thick mask on his face.

"Second Miss Song, the eldest princess invites you."

Princess?

She has been hiding in the royal family for two weeks, and there has been no movement from the eldest princess. Why did she send someone to her door today when no one was in her room?

Could it be that there is some conspiracy?

Song Zhiyun suddenly felt on pins and needles.

"Miss Song."

The person outside the door spoke again, and his tone was obviously twice lower than before.

Song Zhiyun's heart trembled.

He stood up suddenly and walked to the door and opened it.

Soon, she looked into the eyes of the person who spoke.

The opposite of his voice was the smiling face of the other party, like a Maitreya Buddha.

"please."

Inexplicably shocked.

By the time Song Zhiyun came to his senses, he had already followed him for a long distance involuntarily.

Song Zhiyun felt something was not right.

Along the way, I didn't meet anyone.

She became increasingly wary.

"We're here, the princess is waiting for you inside."

Just when Song Zhiyun was thinking wildly, Uncle Jin turned around and spoke.

"..."

Song Zhiyun didn't move, his head was tense.

Uncle Jin still looked at her with that smiling look.

Song Zhiyun pushed the door open and entered without saying a word.

She didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she always felt that she vaguely saw the shadow of that damn Lin Xiaojiu in this Smiling Buddha!

inside the house.

There is a light and elegant fragrance flowing in the air.

Song Zhiyun was attracted by the smell as soon as she walked in, just because her face that was festering behind the mask was strangely not itchy anymore.

This discovery made her suspicious.

"I found that my face is not itchy anymore, right?"

A female voice suddenly broke in, startling Song Zhiyun.

"you……"

It's the princess!

The eldest princess walked out slowly, reached out and fiddled with the incense twice, and then her eyes fell on Song Zhiyun's face.

The look in his eyes was very light, but there was a sharpness everywhere.

"It has been two weeks since you came to the royal family, but your face has never healed. Have you never thought that there is anything wrong?"

The update in April will still not be too stable, because as expected, a surgery will be scheduled in mid-April. In fact, my health began to deteriorate last year, but at that time I thought it was due to an aggravation of cervical spine problems. As the old saying goes, I will work hard to finish writing this story without giving up, but I will still do it as long as my body allows. Thank you for your understanding and tolerance. Of course, I know there will be different voices. If we are together by fate or not, we will cherish each other.