He is delusional

Chapter 523 I heard from my wife a long time ago

A tear fell on the back of his hand.

There was water mist in Kiteya's eyes, and the pain quickly spread from the heart to all the limbs, and not a single nerve was spared.

She opened her mouth to say something but couldn't say it. In the photo, a piece of minced meat that couldn't tell which part it was pierced her five senses. She lost all support, and even her soul was taken away, and she fell limply on the bed.

"I can also tell you that besides Qi Gao is mine, there are also my eyeliners in the Chen family, and my brother's study and car have my bugs, and I know their every move." Chen Moqian also said to Yuan. His cruelty first appeared eight years ago, and now it is only increasing.

"As for Su Xingyi, he is still lying in the hospital and has not woken up, so Yuanye, please remember, no one can save you, you stay here in peace, and if you dare to use any tricks, don't blame me for even the last point You are not given freedom."

"..." Yuan could no longer hear what he said. She had never believed that Yuchi was dead before, but now the evidence was in front of her. He kept looking at it, but his eyes were out of focus.

Chen Moqian pursed his lips into a straight line, turned around and left sternly, and ordered his subordinates to transfer a few people to guard the cabin. Before he could finish speaking, a cry came from the room that could only be uttered in extreme pain: "Ah——!"

Chen Moqian's capital was shocked.

After a while, he closed his eyes.

There was a light rain in Jincheng tonight, and the whole city seemed to be soaked in mist, wet and cold.

Chairman Cheng stood in his yard. It was already one o'clock in the morning. He had no intention of taking a rest. He didn't want to go back until he felt cold after standing for a long time. It’s so deep, why don’t you rest?”

Chairman Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly turned his head.

Under the moon, someone was holding an umbrella and walking towards him on the bluestone steps. Chairman Cheng saw his face clearly, and took a step back in fright, thinking he saw a ghost: "You!"

The man smiled slightly and walked up to him: "It's really presumptuous to come here uninvited, forgive me."

It took a long time for Chairman Cheng to come back to his senses, and he was sure that he was alive. He was inconceivable, how could this be?Not to mention that he has...

The man put away the umbrella, leaned casually by the door, and entered the room: "I heard from my wife a long time ago that Chairman Cheng's living room is very uniquely designed. I have always wanted to come and see it, and I finally saw it tonight."

"...What do you want to do?" Chairman Cheng was still standing at the door, not daring to move.

The man knelt down in front of the Japanese-style coffee table, and smiled and beckoned him to come over and take a seat. He was obviously a guest, but he just had the kind of aura that made others look shorter no matter where he sat. In front of him, Chairman Cheng, Also like a subordinate.

A pot of water was burning on the small red clay stove. It only took ten minutes from cooling to boiling, and this time was enough for the man to explain his intention.

Chairman Cheng's reaction ranged from shock, to calmness, to contemplation, and then downed two cups of tea, clenched the rim of the cup tightly, without saying a word.

The spout of the pot continued to emit white smoke, and when there was a gurgling sound, the man got up and said in the smoke: "I'm bothering you tonight."

Chairman Cheng didn't seem to come back to his senses. He didn't subconsciously get up until he was about to leave. However, after sitting on his knees for a long time, his legs were numb, and he staggered when he got up. The man reached out to support him, and said softly, "Be careful."

Chairman Cheng recalled the first time when he met with him back then, he invited him to drink tea and asked him to give Jiang Yuan a chance. At that time, he felt that this young patriarch's gestures and deeds were full of dignity that no one else could imitate. No matter how many years have passed, no matter what the situation is, this attitude has not changed.

No one can match him.

Chairman Cheng lowered his head, suddenly aged several decades.

"No need to send it off, you go to bed early."

It was no longer raining when the man left Cheng's villa, and the moon and stars were sparse, illuminating the road under his feet. There was a car parked in front of the villa, and someone was waiting for him in the car.

(End of this chapter)