Chapter 366 The only Phone Number

Xia Ling's hand unconsciously grasped the amulet around her neck, tightly. She said to him in her heart, Li Lei, you have to live well, you just said you love me, you can't just die like this!

The brain is spinning crazily, and by the way - mobile phone!

Although the walkie-talkie fell, when she got on the umbrella, she still had the mobile phone products she used for shooting commercials with her! ! Xia Ling hurriedly pulled out the phone tremblingly. Fortunately, the screen was still on and it hadn't been broken yet!

But as soon as she pressed the address book, she froze.

Because she was filming a mobile phone commercial, when she got up under the umbrella, she took off her mobile phone and replaced it with a brand new one. She looked through the entire address book and found no phone number.

Out of desperation, she dialed 120.

Busy, busy tone.

The voice of the coach and others came from the intercom again: "Damn it, a mudslide broke out in Zhengjia Village at this time! It happened to be blocked on the mountain road!"

"Be content, you're lucky not to be buried! Look over there, the ambulances are lined up and blocked!"

"There are so many ambulances, 120 must have been overwhelmed."

Xia Ling heard their conversation and dialed 110 again with trembling hands. The same signal was busy.

No, she can't just give up. If there is a way, there will be a way! She must make the call! She searched for a number she could remember. However, all he could think of was Li Lei's phone call, but since he had his phone with him, it was useless to call him. As for everyone else…

At this moment, she hated herself so much for not caring about the company phone number, Lin Yunan, Sister Maina, Ah Wei, or even Feng Kun...

She couldn't remember any of their phone numbers.

……etc.

There is a number that is deeply engraved in her heart.

Even if I am reincarnated as a human being and live another life, I have never forgotten it.

Before she could think too much, Xia Ling's fingers instinctively pressed the series of numbers.

She closed her eyes and let the darkness surround her. All the wind and rain left her at this moment, and only her own heartbeat and breathing were left in the world.

Pei Ziheng...

Does he still have the phone number?

He once said that this was a private line opened only for her, and only the two of them knew this number.

He also said that no matter when and where she dialed this number, she would be able to reach him immediately.

It has been two years since she committed suicide. In the past two years, is Pei Ziheng still waiting on the other end of the phone? Waiting for the familiar bell to ring, waiting for his butterfly... to return?

Xia Ling has never been so nervous, one second feels like a year.

I don’t know if I’m looking forward to the phone call being answered, or if I’m afraid that it will be answered?

On the other end of the phone, colorful ringtones rang out one after another.

It's the song "Perfect Dream" that Xia Ling wrote for his thirtieth birthday in his previous life. It later won an international award. She was so naive at that time that she would use words like "perfect" to describe everything he gave her, but she was so happy at that time. No matter what kind of confusion she encountered, she only needed to call Zi Heng. All problems are solved.

The love and glory of the past echoed like gossamer threads in the storm.

Xia Ling's mood fluctuated along with the melody that suddenly grew shorter and longer. Now they have become strangers. I wonder if this time, will they get what they want like before?

Finally, the call was connected.

"Hello." Pei Ziheng's deep and mellow voice seemed to be hoarse and trembling, "Who...are you?"

No one knows this mobile phone number except Xia Ling. Xia Ling couldn't explain who she was and how she got the number. But at the moment, she couldn't care too much and just said hastily: "Pei Ziheng, help!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

She was anxious: "Pei Ziheng!"

"Xiao Ling... no, Ye Xingling?" When he spoke again, his tone had become colder, "How come you have this number?"

Xia Ling didn't know how to answer, so she just begged him: "Pei Ziheng, save Li Lei! Please!"

But he ignored her pleas and still asked coldly: "Tell me, how did you know?"

"Pei Ziheng!"

"..."

Xia Ling's heart grew colder little by little. She had long known how terrifying this man could be when he hardened his heart. At this moment, she understood the meaning behind his silence - if she didn't answer his question, don't expect him to help save people. In desperation, she had no choice but to blurt out: "I saw it by accident! I also forgot where I saw it!"

"Forgot? Then keep thinking." His voice became dark and cold.

"Pei Ziheng!" she begged.

On the other end of the phone, Pei Ziheng's tall figure stood in a luxurious office on the top floor of a skyscraper. In front of him was a large solid wood desk. A cup of tea tipped over, soaking his expensive suit and several important documents on the table. messy. He was answering the phone with one hand, while the other hand was firmly gripping the leather seat, trembling slightly. His mood was not as calm as his voice on the phone. His face was pale, and he was listening to the phone with concentration, as if something was finally about to tear open the fragile veil.

Silence allowed Xia Ling to retreat first.

She said tremblingly: "Okay, let me tell you...it's Chu Chen, the number Chu Chen told me!"

"Chu Chen doesn't know this number." The voice on the phone became even darker.

"He saw it secretly!" Xia Ling was worried.

Pei Ziheng only said two words coldly: "Lie."

"It's true! Pei Ziheng, believe me! What kind of good boy do you think Chu Chen is!" At this moment, she did not hide her disgust for Chu Chen at all.

"Chu Chen is indeed not a good person." Pei Ziheng said coldly, "But he still knows how to write the word death."

"I……"

"Be honest. You have one last chance."

"Pei Ziheng!" She almost cried, biting her lips tightly, not daring to speak randomly again. She didn't know what kind of words she could use to convince him, and she was afraid that if she didn't answer the question to his liking, he would just hang up the phone. What should Li Lei do?

After hesitating, Pei Ziheng's voice sounded: "You... are Xiao Ling. Xiao Ling, it's you, right?"

Xia Ling was suddenly shocked and her body stiffened. In a flash, she realized that the word "Xiao Ling" he was talking about was not Ye Xingling, but... Xia Ling.

Did he recognize her? !

"Xia Ling...why didn't I think of you as Ye Xingling?" Sure enough, he said. The voice sounded like crying and laughing, with a hint of imperceptible pain.

"No! I'm not!" She denied instinctively. The consequences of being exposed by him would be too terrible.

"No?" He paused, then smiled very softly, and his tone returned to a cold tone, "Forget it, I am not interested in the begging of people other than Xia Ling." If something happened to Ye Xingling herself, He would save her without saying a word, but isn't she okay now? Save Li Lei? Why.

Pei Ziheng had a lot of patience and slowly persuaded her.

"Pei Ziheng! Please save Li Lei, it's a life!" She begged with all her strength.

"Then let him die."