His entertainment life

The moonlight becomes dim from this moment on. Maybe it is in memory of Zhang Aoyang who paid so much but was chased. I really don't want to see the arrogant villain of the chief secretary, so the moon closed her eyes.

But from this moment on, the chief secretary's heart has been pounding. Maybe his conscience is still alive after he has done something bad, or maybe these things are too exciting for his life experience. Do not know why, now as long as it is issued a little bit of wind and grass will make him uneasy.

Creak, half closed door suddenly back this a strong wind call to blow open. This prompted the Chief Secretary to get up and his heart beat faster than usual.

Is it through the wind that Zhang Aoyang has been brutally killed? What a providence...

but behind the half closed door, it should have been the cold moonlight. But what is this shadow?

With this curiosity, the Chief Secretary quickly put down his work. Frown tight, step by step toward the direction of the shadow. But the closer he got, the faster his heart beat. Finally, at this moment, his breath had completely condensed. Just because he saw it clearly, it was not a shadow at all! It's a shoe print!

Shua! The chief secretary's eyes are wide open! This shoe print disappeared in the blink of an eye!

Dong Dong... The chief secretary's heart seems to be beating out. This dark and windy night is not so frightening! At this moment, the remnant candle was also engulfed by the wind, and the dark room became even darker. If not by the door, perhaps the Chief Secretary could not see his fingers!

Whose shoe prints are they? The Chief Secretary suddenly suspected that he would never allow this series of things to go wrong!

Creak! He closed the door, and even if there was no more light in the room, he would never open it again. Because the world outside is bright, but dangerous. He hinted that as long as he survived this day, everything would be fine!

Dong Dong... The chief secretary's scalp is numb. Just because the door just closed was knocked at this moment!

He couldn't make a sound, and he didn't want to make a sound at all. He covered his mouth and breathed to the minimum. But the flat shoes at the door were still knocking, as if he would never give up if he didn't knock on the door!

"Who, who?" It seems that we can't go on like this. This guy just wants to smash the door! The chief secretary had to resist the pressure and asked the man outside the door weakly.

People outside the door were also puzzled. Didn't you tell us about surface mail half an hour ago? Why are you still asking like a fool if there are any?

Maybe the people in the door forgot it, and the courier can only make a new statement: "Hello, you just said in our company that you want to send an express, I'll pick up the express now!" The chief secretary's eyes suddenly widened.

Oh! Yes! I have to give this envelope to my boss! It's a sin to forget everything just now!

Finally, the identity of the people outside the door was determined, and the chief secretary's heart was finally put down. Enron opened the door, and did not get the courier's own package. He had put the envelope into the bag. Anyway, the whole process was very careful and didn't add any trouble to the courier.

Since things have been done so quickly, the courier did not ask. After all, this is the chief secretary's office. All the documents in it are confidential. It's a good thing to know less.

The wind has passed and disappeared with the courier. The chief secretary was relieved at last. He fell on the table in a sweat, and even his breath became cold. But he thought he could be safe from now on. The prominent figure in the room had burned his throat.

That figure has been standing in front of his body, side body also does not speak. The chief secretary was almost howling with fright!

Shaking hands on the table, he's looking for a lighter! Lighters that light candles!

Click! The lighter was finally found, and the residual candle lit up slowly. Finally, the figure was gradually illuminated. A pink dress, gray shorts, who thought it was, it was Xing Zhongru back.

However, the chief secretary was surprised that he was the only one in the room from the beginning. How did Xing Zhongru get in? But now he doesn't care about it at all, because Xing Zhongru always mixed up with Zhang Aoyang at the beginning, and only Xing Zhongru can know what happened to Zhang Aoyang now!

The Chief Secretary swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Xing Zhongru's dignified face. He couldn't breathe.

"How is Zhang Aoyang now?" With some trill greetings, although the surface can still be calm, but his shaking eyes have betrayed him.

Xing Zhongru just lightly turned his head, "should be dead." What is supposed to be dead? Dead is dead, not dead is not dead.

Xing Zhongru is not sure, although the chief secretary let her watch Zhang Aoyang. Zhang Aoyang's approach to the forest is also one of the plans, but Xing Zhongru's admiration for this great God is true.

Xing Zhongru didn't approach Zhang Aoyang deep into the forest according to the plan at all, but only loosened her mouth when she was about to run into the forest. Because she really didn't want the life of the great God to be so short, and the great God in her eyes was not so fragile.I hope the great God can gradually get familiar with the terrain and kill all these dozens of killers!

However, in order to complete the task, Xing Zhongru also stood outside the forest for a long time. Until the fighting became more intense and gradually depressed, she listened to it.

Although the sound of a needle can be heard in this deep and secluded place within a few miles of the forest, Xing Zhongru really doesn't know whether Zhang Aoyang is dead or alive now. Maybe the great God killed dozens of killers and left, or the remains of the great God contaminated every corner of the forest.

Xing Zhongru hugs herself tightly. She doesn't know why her eyes are always deliberately moist.

The chief secretary listened to her statement and sighed vividly. Because such a variable is impossible to defend, I really hope the killer can kill Zhang Aoyang. Also hope that this letter can reach the boss's hand faster, he does not want to continue suffering.

The express is on the way, the courier is still the courier. A blue dress can distinguish the identity of different express companies at night, and this young man is also very energetic. A man escorts silently...

a man escorts in silence