The President's Miss Hacker

Song Xi sighs. It's easy to find a job. However, how to support such a large group of people in the orphanage by relying on her salary alone, the president is very old and has devoted the first half of his life to the orphanage. Song Xi grew up around her and just wanted to lighten her burden.

But now the Dean was crying like this. She had no choice but to hold on and answer: "OK, I see. When you think of a way to get money, I'll wash my hands immediately, OK?"

The president even "Pooh" several times, "nonsense what? It's a bad word for bad people

Song Xi put out his tongue.

However, those words only temporarily appeased the president. How could such a large orphanage and so many children be able to afford to raise with a little money?

Wu raised himself for a few days. After dinner that day, Song Xi went to the gate of the orphanage, ready to close the door. The two lights outside the door were dazzling.

Song Xi raised his hand in front of his eyes and was about to scold who was so ungrateful when the lights went out and a man got off the car.

It was the man who followed Jiang Shengling before.

An Zihao went to Song Xi and said, "Miss Song, we always want to talk to you."

Song Xi grabs the gate and looks at an Zihao, trying to see something from his face.

An Zihao's expression was so calm that she couldn't see anything.

Song Xi said faintly: "talk to me? What are you talking about? "

An Zihao slightly bowed, made a "please" posture, "this I don't know, also ask you to come with me."

Song Jiling thought that she had gone to find the door frame again. She was afraid that she had gone to the gate again.

Song Xi looked at the open street, want to run? What's more, if the orphanage doesn't move, how can she do it?

After thinking about it again and again, Song Xi still followed anzihao to get on the car. The basket she poked out by herself could only be solved by herself.

When she got on the car, she found that the car was different from the one she took during the day. The windows of the car were covered with dark film. Not only that, she also had strict shading treatment, and she could not see the outside from the inside.

Song Xi ten fingers clenched, Jiang Shengling this is not want to let her see the route.

I don't know how long I drove, and the car finally stopped. Song Xi didn't know what kind of place she was taken to. Her fear rose faintly in her heart.

She pretended to be calm and pushed the door. If the other party really wanted to do something to her, if she showed panic, she would hit the other party's bosom.

But she pushed hard, didn't push open, the door was locked.

An Zihao turned his head from the driver's seat and handed her a black cloth. "Miss Song, general manager Jiang told you to cover your eyes before you get off the bus."

Song Xi clenched her fist, and the panic in her heart was expanding infinitely. The strange window and blindfold were all in order not to let her know where she was.

But what is the purpose of this? Afraid of asking for help from others? Or are you afraid to call the police? How mysterious is this place that Jiang Shengling is so defensive against her?

Song Xi took the cloth in silence and slowly blindfolded her eyes. She tied it several times without tying it. She comforted herself in her heart.

It's OK. Jiang Shengling doesn't know who is behind the scenes. So it seems that he is still valuable to him. He certainly won't kill himself.

Song Xi grabs an Zihao by the corner of his coat and walks slowly with him.

An Zihao felt the trembling of her fingertips. She could understand what she was thinking in her heart. She sighed. Girl, if you had known this day, why should we have done it in the first place? If you don't want to offend anyone, you have to go to hell.

Although he thought so, anzihao still comforted Song Xi, "don't be afraid, Jiang will not do anything to you."

The loss of vision makes other senses more clear. I don't know if it's her own psychological function. Song Xi not only feels that this place is cold, but also feels that she smelled the disinfectant.

All kinds of horrible pictures flashed in her mind. Song Xi suddenly felt a pain in the back of her neck, and then she completely lost consciousness.

An Zihao looked at Song Xi who fell in his arms. He was stunned and looked at Jiang Shengling, who did not know when. His eyes were puzzled, "general manager Jiang, is this?"

Jiang Shengling took back her hand, took her from an Zihao's hand, held her into the clinic, "don't make her dizzy, can she accept the examination obediently?" He put Song Xi on the bed and a doctor came out behind the curtain.

Jiang Shengling said expressionless: "give her a comprehensive examination."

After a long time, the doctor frowned and took the MRI film to study.

The doctor's expression was a little dignified. Jiang Shengling found that he was worried and impatient. "What's wrong with her? Why can't you remember what happened when you were a child? "

The doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, looked at him and said, "her brain is functioning normally. In view of the situation you are talking about, it can only be mental."This answer seems to be expected, but also like unexpected, Jiang Shengling frowned, "what do you mean?"

The doctor pondered for a while, "it can also be said that it is some kind of personality defect. After long-term psychological trauma, the human body has formed a set of protection mechanism, which will automatically filter out some bad memories."

Jiang Shengling's face sank. How did he become a bad memory? As for personality defects, why did Song Xi become like this? What has happened to her over the years?

He looked at Song Xi, who was sleeping in the hospital bed, and thought of the "heroine" who was always in front of him when he was a child. He tortured him with such inhuman means in the daytime. Jiang Shengling felt a trace of guilt in his heart.

Think of her look at his eyes, so cold, Jiang Shengling heart suddenly sprouted an idea, "she will remember, I wait for her to restore the memory of the day."