The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 950 Release
The man looked up.

At this moment, many people felt subtle changes.

As if suddenly sinking into the boundless black mist, Cheng Zhiyuan looked completely different from the way he stood in front of the study door at the beginning.

In a short period of time, his pupils had completely turned into pitch blackness, and all the light seemed to be sucked into the boundless abyss, making people feel chilled.

Such eyes fixed on Yan Yi who was leaning on the sofa for the first time.

In such eyes, Yan Yi raised his head as if aware of it, but as soon as he raised his head, he was caught off guard by an iron-hard fist.

In the terrible loud noise, Yan Yi rolled over from the sofa with this force, the blood from the corner of his lips gushed out like a spring almost instantly, dripping on the collar and looked particularly oozing.

Before everyone could react, Cheng Zhiyuan grabbed his collar and continued to beat him without saying a word.

It was almost the intensity of beating to death.

The sound of hard fists hitting flesh and blood hard makes people feel pain all over their bodies. The sound resounds one after another, but Cheng Zhiyuan's expressionless face and dark eyes give people a feeling of He's just acting mechanically.

After the sound continued several times, Yan Yi's subordinates present finally became violent.

"F*** don't die!"

Brother Long was the first to rush forward.

But the next moment his head was pressed against the cold muzzle of the black gun.

The moment Brother Long's eyes turned cold, Secretary Liu who drew his gun was instantly pointed at the head by several pistols.

Secretary Liu's expression didn't change a bit, he pressed the trigger against Brother Long's temple with his face still paralyzed, and said without any fluctuation in his tone,

"Boss beats people, you are not qualified to comment."

And at this time, Cheng Zhiyuan finally stopped.

He grabbed Yan Yi's collar and almost lifted him from the ground.

Looking from top to bottom, the gaze is lifeless, cold and penetrating, as if staring at a dead person,
"Rubbish."

He spoke indifferently, staring at Yan Yidao condescendingly,

"I shouldn't have let you stay with her long ago."

"If something happens to Shen Pianlu, I'll cut you into pieces and sprinkle them into your mother's ashes."

He let go of his hand abruptly, throwing Yan Yi back to the ground heavily.

Yan Yi coughed twice, and waved at the subordinate who was confronting Secretary Liu. Everyone put down their pistols angrily, and stared at Cheng Zhiyuan unkindly.

Yan Yi stood up very slowly supporting the back of the sofa, coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood, which he wiped away indifferently.

After taking off the glasses, the aura of superiority always contained in his long narrow eyes seemed to be unable to hide at this time, and even brought out a cold smile,
"Mr. Cheng,"

He made a hoarse voice,

"The more important thing now is how to get Shen Pianli back."

"As for whether I want to stay with her or not, it's not up to you to decide."

Cheng Zhiyuan glanced at him, his eyes were still unpopular, but he smiled again.

Slightly pursing his lips, his noble face like a European aristocrat really responded with a smile to Shenghua. Although the flower looked cold, poisonous and lifeless, it still shocked many people.

"To be alive is to be qualified,"

Cheng Zhiyuan laughed casually, his voice was deep and without any warmth,
"Dead is not."

The information revealed in this sentence made the subordinates of the Shao family stare at him with hair on end, as if Cheng Zhiyuan would draw a gun at any time and hit Yan Shao's head on them.

But Cheng Zhiyuan didn't look at him again, just passed him by and walked towards Mr. Huo behind the desk.

Yan Yi silently wiped the blood that was still gushing from the corner of his lips, but Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes just now remained in his mind.

He knew that from the beginning, Cheng Zhiyuan really wanted to kill him.

If given the chance, he would definitely do it.

Yan Shao smiled silently, lowered his eyelids, and looked at the blood on his hands.

In fact, who is not like this.

(End of this chapter)