The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 144 Prescribing the drug, Cheng Hongjun who was calculated
Late at night, the imperial capital.

Oval Hall.

The man was sitting at the top, pinching the pieces to look at the board, talking to Wei Hetong at the bottom.

Suddenly, he paused with his chess hand.

"grown ups?"

Wei Hetong was listening carefully, but when he saw the man stopped, he waited cautiously for a while before asking.

The man came back to his senses and said, "It's nothing."

He seemed to think about it for a while, and said in a loose voice, "An old friend is here."

The words fall.

Void folds.

In the white and solemn oval hall, above the dome supported by four milky white stone pillars, golden halos rippling layer upon layer, and holy light floats.

The man sat on the top, squinting there.

Down below, Wei Hetong turned a deaf ear to him, bowed and stood beside him, not daring to look up.

After a while, a figure emerged from the void.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Ming Qingyun."

The deep black brocade robe reflects a noble and unpredictable texture under the dazzling light.

Ming Qingyun stood above the void, her black hair slightly raised, she lowered her eyes and looked at the man, her blue eyes were full of nothingness.

He put his hands behind his back, stared at the man, and said in a cold voice, "Xu Yan, I will kill you."

The man raised his eyebrows, and casually threw the chess piece in his hand into the chess box.

"I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. You are the one who came to kill me as soon as you were born. You are amazing, Ming Qingyun."

The man leaned back lazily on the back of the white chair, with one foot on the wide chair, in an extremely casual posture.

"Why, it's not enough to be suspected of killing?"

Ming Qingyun frowned slightly, looked at him with blue eyes, and said, "You don't have to provoke me."

"If it wasn't for...you would have died long ago."

Ming Qingyun folded her hands behind her back, her brocade robe was radiant, and her temperament was like a fairy.There is only a pair of dark blue eyes, which are indifferent and empty when looking at the man.

The man squinted his eyes at the words.

Even the feet on the chair were put down, the robe slipped off smoothly, and the man sneered.

"Ming Qingyun, do you think you are very loyal?"

With a rhetorical question, the sarcasm was so thick that it almost turned into substance, like a knife stabbing straight.

And Ming Qingyun turned around, with the golden halo rising and falling behind him, he walked leisurely in the void, walking into the holy light.

Soon, the golden light shone and appeared, the void returned to normal, and the white light on the high dome was bright, and everything was as it was before.

The man snorted softly and turned towards Wei Hetong.

"Who is Xu Yan?"

Wei Hetong, who had been keeping his eyes down the whole time, raised his head and replied respectfully, "My lord, it's number two."

The man raised his eyebrows lightly.

number two...

Isn't that the woman he just sent the news to?
It turned out to be solved by Ming Qingyun.

He recalled.

That woman... It seems that Gu Xun played pretty well, and she has a bit of temperament...

No wonder.

The man felt a little pity, and shook his head regretfully, but said: "This is not the first time this person has done this kind of thing, if he dies, he will die, so let's look for it."

Things that are not even considered fakes are gone, and they are not worthy of pity.

The man's face was full of indifference.

Underneath, Wei Hetong bowed his head, hiding his emotions in his eyes: "Yes, my lord."

I thought that woman would be a special case, but it turned out that there was no difference from before.

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Heshan.

Cheng Hongjun felt a little confused.

Maybe it gave him a glimpse of some secret things. He was really not in a good mood tonight, even extremely depressed.

At the banquet, there were people coming and going, drinking wine and wine, Cheng Hongjun stood in the lively crowd but felt half-body lonely, desolate and desolate.

So he found a corner where no one was bothering him, and thought about it by himself, slowly savoring that strange bitter emotion.

The bottom of my heart was sour and astringent, and my subordinates couldn't control it.

After drinking one cup after another, my mind became a little less clear-headed.

Especially in the back, it is obviously not high concentration of red wine, but after drinking it, it feels like the body heats up, the scorching heat reaches the abdomen, and the whole body feels uncomfortable.

He was in a daze, and he waited for the crowd in the banquet hall to disperse, and then he poured himself a drink for a long time before leaving slowly.

Just after he went out, a gust of cool wind blew by, causing a dull pain in his brain, which made his originally viscous thoughts even more chaotic.

Cheng Hongjun summoned a waiter, leaned against the door and slightly closed his eyes and rubbed his temples: "Lead the way to Cheng's residence."

"Yes."

Perhaps it was late at night, and the waitress' voice was somewhat vague.

Now he has a splitting headache, exhausted from heart to body, and has no mood to think. He just wants to go back to his room and lie down on the bed to rest.

The waitress in Heshan's uniform walked in front with her head down, leading him around the intricate corridors.

Cheng Hongjun felt that he had been walking in a daze for a long time.

The abnormality on his body became more and more clear, scalding heat flowed around his body, and his throat seemed to be burning.

Cheng Hongjun leaned on the railing next to him, raised his head and pulled off the tie around his neck, panted heavily, rubbed his temples uncomfortably and asked, "How long is it?"

If he went any further, he would collapse on the spot.

The waitress raised her head and looked at the residence that was close at hand. She lowered her head and her eyes sparkled.

She almost lowered her head to her chest, and said in a weak voice, "Master Cheng, I'll be there soon."

Cheng Hongjun raised his eyes and saw that most of the residences in the Heshan backyard were similar in design and shape. In addition, the night was hazy and the lights were dim, so Cheng Hongjun didn't think deeply.

With a vague "hmm", he walked into the yard led by the waitress and opened the door of the master bedroom.

The master bedroom did not turn on the light, and it was too dark to see things.

Cheng Hongjun went in in the dark, and before he could touch the button to turn on the light, he heard a "click" behind him, and the door closed from the outside.

He thought with what little of his remaining rationality, and faintly felt that it was dangerous.

Subconsciously, he rushed to the door and touched the handle—it was locked!

It's a trap!
Cheng Hongjun tried his best to think quickly with his head, and was shocked to realize that he had been tricked!
But before he could think of something in his mushy head, in the deep night, a girl's peaceful voice suddenly came.

"who is it?"

Cheng Hongjun's body suddenly froze!
His hand that touched the light button trembled, and he shrank back like an electric shock. At the same time, he covered his forehead with one hand, and turned around with a stiff face.

Under the classical carved windows, the moonlight is quietly pouring on the ground.

The girl with black hair and shawl was sitting on the bed, wearing a white pajamas made of fine silk and satin.

The moonlight shines on the bed through the window, making the girl's face as white as porcelain and her black hair as silk.

She was half-sitting on the bed, as if awakened with a start.

Seeing someone coming, her hazy eyes cleared a little, and she looked towards the door.

The black hair was loose but not messy, and it hung docilely on the girl's chest. There was a little doubt on that stunning face: "Cheng Hongjun?"

The bright moonlight, the dark room, the girl in white who woke up from her sleep, and the soft red lips that are opening and closing.

Everything is like a dream.

Cheng Hongjun froze at the door.

It was as if a bomb had been placed in his mushy brain, blowing up the remaining rationality to pieces!
(End of this chapter)