Shen Ye died once.
She died at the hands of her fiancé and best friend, who were both supporting her. The moment she pushed her downstairs, she heard Lin Wan'er say with a smile: "Yeye, your company and your man will be mine from now on."
When I opened my eyes again, it was already three years later.
She didn't die, but her face changed - only the tear mole at the end of her eye remained. The former gold-medal producer is now the most obscure little transparent person in the company. He has a deposit of 2,330 and is about to be terminated.
And the two people who killed her were stepping on her bones, enjoying everything that should have belonged to her.
Shen Ye looked at his unfamiliar self in the mirror and smiled.
Whatever was taken from me must be returned.
The first step is to find my previous partner, Sister Zhou, and knock on her door with the hot-selling plan I wrote.
The second step is to participate in the draft and personally promote yourself to the top.
The third step——
Let those two people kneel down and give her back everything she lost.
But she didn't expect that the media prince Fu Shen, whom she had only met a few times in his previous life, would stand in front of her again and again, staring at her with his sharp eyes and saying:
"Chen Ye, who are you?"
She didn't answer.
But she knew that this time, she would not die alone.
