CEO's Unexpected Twins

It has to be said that he is too clever but also too insidious. He fully knows what Wen Shutong wants to see most in his heart.

It has always been Huo Yanlin's perspective, let Wen Shutong watch as an outsider, helplessly watch Huo Yanlin be taken away with blood, and then sent to a dark room.

That's a room in the deep mountains and forests. Looking at the extreme simplicity of its appearance, it can be imagined that there must be no emergency medical measures in it. Huo Yanlin's injuries can only

Wen Shutong's hand tightened unconsciously, and his heart was cut down a little bit again, suffering.

Every time she breathed, it seemed that someone had put a handful of sand in her lungs, which made her numb.

But the torture didn't last long. After he was sent to the cabin, the video ended.

The God of death gently turned off the video, crossed his hands and said faintly: "a picture will be sent later. You can see how he is. There are some of my things in it, which are not suitable for shooting."

Wen Shutong tried to keep himself calm. He didn't even dare to make a choking voice. He just said, "what about the others? He wasn't the only one who went at that time. I also want to know whether the others are safe now."

"To tell you the truth, the others are much better than him." The God of death whispered, "because Huo Yanlin is sitting in the co pilot's position, there's no way. Your husband likes to take the lead when he comes down. It happens to be the most dangerous, so... It's a little worse than others."

Wen Shutong's heart burst into a sneer. His tone seemed to be really pitying him. It was disgusting.

She grimaced and continued to say, "you didn't call me here to threaten him. What are you going to do? Also, why can't I contact Sui investigators? What's the situation with him?"

"I like you like this. Unlike other girls, they cry when they encounter things, as if the sky has fallen. They are worthy of being my teachers." He smiled, "do you want to know? I'll analyze it for you."

After that, he paused again, chuckled and said, "I heard that you had met a very troublesome person before, but the other party's style of behavior is sharp and always wants to fight and kill, which has caused great trouble to you. Am I much better than him?"

He should be referring to Ares. Compared with his schizophrenic appearance, death does look a little normal.

But Wen Shutong was not in the mood to tell him this, so he just said coldly, "you are all rotten people. You don't have to be worse than anyone."

Death's face was still smiling, but his expression changed slightly.

He was strangely regretful at this moment.

Regret whether he did too much and let his impression of himself fall to the lowest in a moment.

Obviously, they can chat without this method before, and there is a better solution.

Now Wen Shutong is so gloomy and strange, which makes his heart especially uncomfortable.

However, since we have reached this stage, the natural result of the responsibility is the same.

So he was still smiling and helped his small forehead with some distress: "ah ah, when you didn't see through my disguise, you weren't willing to talk to me like this. Are you angry because of Huo Yanlin?"

"Don't worry, I had so many opportunities to kill him before, but I didn't kill him. That means I don't intend to kill him this time. Just relax."

"You won't kill him, but you took me away. That means you want something from me. Do you think I will negotiate with a god of death?" Wen Shutong looked at him calmly.

When she heard the name of the God of death before, she always felt that there were some middle two and code named the God of death. She took herself seriously.

If the real God of death hears that there is such a man pretending to be his name, he doesn't know whether he will climb out of the nether world and give him a big ear.

But now Wen Shutong doesn't think so at all. In terms of the degree of madness, he can really call it the God of death.

"If you say so, you will misunderstand me too much. I really don't intend to make any deal with you this time." Death still smiled calmly, "do you think I want to pry the previous program from you, or let Huo Yanlin exchange this for you, right?"

Wen Shutong didn't speak, but he asked himself and answered: "although you didn't speak, I know you must think so in your heart."

"But as you just said, I have made Huo Yanlin look like that. Why?"

"I killed his people directly, so that his things can't come out and solve them from the source. Isn't it much easier than me?"

His remarks seemed very reasonable. Wen Shutong remained silent and did not speak.

The wheelchair turned gently, his body gradually approached the front of the bed, tentatively stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Wen Shutong on the shoulder.

Wen Shutong quickly took a step back, with an undisguised disgust at the bottom of his eyes: "it's not necessary. Your manipulator was disgusting just now, and so was your hand."

"Your husband's life is still in my hands, and you are imprisoned in this place by me, but you are not bad at me. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Death frowned and pretended to be severe, "do I look too tolerant to you and make you a little complacent?"

As a psychological counselor, Wen Shutong naturally has insight into people's hearts.

Although sometimes there is really no way to see through other people's disguise, it can be seen from your eyes that a person's mood is completely OK.

She could clearly feel that the colder her attitude towards him, the stronger the desire of death to approach.

So that means he's probably a shaking m, or he wants to get something else from her.

If Wen Shutong wants to delay time, the best way is not to flatter, but to arouse his desire for conquest and get more things.

She crossed her hands in front of her chest and still looked indifferent: "now your nature has been revealed, we are the complete enemy. Why should I let the enemy move on me?"

"And you didn't answer any of the questions I just asked. I've been changing the topic. Don't you dare? I'm afraid I'll die with you if I get angry?"

"You, you," the God of death smiled, stretched out his fingertips and gently touched her, "is it a way to excite her? If you want to know, just say it. Don't be angry with me. There are artificial intelligence monitoring everywhere. I can't touch you. They can touch you. You don't even have the ability to kill a fish and catch a net."

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