Ultimate Pawn

"Why are you backing?"

Qiu Yiren sat on the bank of the river, her beautiful eyes were a little drunk and blurred, just blinking like this, looking at Chen Zongheng.

She was obviously already a little drunk. He was a little confused, and his speech was a little out of control.

"You are drunk." Chen Zongheng looked at the woman calmly and said.

"I'm not drunk. Come here."

Qiu Yiren's pretty face flushed drunkly, and suddenly stepped forward, holding Chen Zong's arm.

Then, she dragged Chen Zongheng directly to the bank of the river.

"Sit down and drink with me." Qiu Yiren pressed Chen Zongheng on the edge of the river, and then handed him the half bottle of rice wine he had drunk.

Chen Zongheng's whole face was strange.

He tried to get angry, but... he didn't know where the anger came from.

This woman, dare to command death like this?

This, but bold.

It was unprecedented, but Chen Zong couldn't get angry.

Holding the wine bottle that this woman had drunk, Chen Zongheng was a little helpless and shook his head.

He is obsessed with cleanliness, and he will not touch the cups and bottles that an average woman has touched again.

The two just sat on the shore.

The night is decorated with stars.

The scene by the river bank is a bit gentle.

"Let me lean on my shoulders." After Qiu Yiren finished speaking, suddenly he... leaned his head on Chen Zongheng's shoulder.

This.

The picture at this moment seems to be still.

Chen Zongheng's whole person, like petrification, was stunned.

Kill on the battlefield, slaughter the West.

Ever since, he became the "God of Death".

He never touched any woman again.

His hands are stained with souls.

Under the feet, there are countless corpse mountains and blood.

But today, this is the first time...a woman dared to put her head...on his shoulder.

This is simply bold.

Qiu Yiren was so drunk, resting his head on his shoulders.

The long hair is slanted, with a nice fragrance.

Chen Zongheng was a little stiff and didn't know how to deal with this embarrassing scene.

Push this woman away?

This woman looked drunk now, and he was afraid that this woman would fall into the river before she stood still.

Don't push away?

It's not a solution to being so stalemate.

The dignified ‘Reaper’, at this moment, was trapped by a woman’s question.

She was like a little bird, resting quietly on Chen Zongheng's shoulders.

She snatched the bottle from Chen Zongheng's hand and continued to drink.

Gradually, her eye sockets became moist again.

Is flooded with mist.

She was just like that, drinking and crying.

Warm tears fell on Chen Zongheng's shoulders.

Wet his suit shirt...

The two of them just sat on the waterfront, not knowing how long they had been sitting there.

Tourists and pedestrians around... all gradually left.

Then, along the Huangpu River in the entire Bund, only these two figures remained sitting together.

It should be said that they are snuggling together.

Qiu Yiren rested on Chen Zong's shoulders.

Chen Zong didn't move, his whole body was stiff, he tried to get angry, but it had been brewing for more than half an hour, and he still couldn't get angry.

The woman beside her was already drunk.

Just resting on his shoulder, beautiful eyes closed lightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

This woman...seems to have good wine?

At least not drunk and messing around?

Chen Zongheng thought so in his heart.

Looking at her beautiful long and narrow eyelashes, they were gently twisted. A faint fragrance floating in the air, Chen Zongheng could also smell it.

In the past, he was very disgusted with women.

The red face is withered bones, and the color is the knife.

Since ancient times, nothing will come to an end.

Therefore, he hardly wants to touch women in his life.

However, at this moment, Chen Zongheng... somehow, was entangled by a woman.

Forced to be helpless, I can only take care of this woman...

at the same time.

Behind him, bodyguard Yang Feng and his men were also rushing towards the bank of the river.

They sat in the car and waited for the young lady for three hours, but she still didn't see her back.

Out of safety considerations, Yang Feng took his men and went to the river bank to look for them.

Then, Yang Feng and a group of bodyguards saw a scene on the bank of the river... that was extremely gentle and affectionate.

That...that shadow...is the eldest lady? ?

Miss... unexpectedly, actually... leaning on Mr. Chen's shoulder? ?

This.

what's going on?

Yang Feng and his bodyguards' eyes widened.

The picture in front of me was really shocking.

The emotional life of the eldest lady has always been alone. There has never been any boyfriend and scandal.

But this time tonight.

Missy and Mr. Chen?

"Boss?! What's the situation?" A bodyguard stared, his voice dumbfounded.

Yang Feng stretched out his hand and patted the back of his head fiercely.

"What's the situation?! What's the nosy? Turn me around and get back into the car!" Yang Feng shouted softly, and then turned and left quietly with his men.

"Remember, no one is allowed to reveal what happened tonight!" Yang Feng was nervous and worried, and exhorted his opponents!

This scene tonight is a big deal.

If it is spread out, I am afraid that the whole of Shanghai, China, and the South of the Yangtze River will be shaken.

The president of Shanghai's No. 1 Beauty... Qiu Yiren, unexpectedly... has a famous flower be the master?

Regardless of true or false, no matter how the eldest lady's relationship progresses.

This news must be kept secret.

On the river bank.

Chen Zongheng sat there, letting the woman sleep with her shoulders on her back.

A slight river breeze blows.

The Huangpu River plunged into the tranquility of the night.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the Omega watch.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Qiu Yiren, wake up. Go home."

Chen Zongheng shook the woman gently.

However, she slept very deep, and the drunk woman exuded a charming fragrance and smell of wine.

Chen Zongheng was a little helpless.

This woman, the wine is too good, right?

Just the amount of alcohol in this small belly chicken intestine, still drinking?

If you go out to a banquet, I am afraid you will be drunk in a few minutes, right?

Chen Zengheng sighed, pulled her jade arm, and then hugged her entire body.

So drunk, he can only carry her back.

Holding Qiu Yiren's beautiful body, he returned to the Mercedes-Benz team step by step.

The group of Qiu's bodyguards looked weird, but none of them asked or spoke.

All the bodyguards pretended not to know.

They just opened the door of the Mercedes Benz respectfully.

Then Chen Zong put Qiu Yiren's delicate body gently into the Mercedes Benz.

"Let's go, go home." Chen Zong got into the car and said to the driver.

The driver security nodded, respectfully, and slowly started the Mercedes-Benz.

Half an hour later, the Mercedes-Benz team...slowly stopped in front of the Qiu's Manor.

The bodyguards stepped forward and took the initiative to open the door.

Chen Zongheng hugged Qiu Yiren in this way and stepped out of the car.

When he came to the door of Qiu's Manor, he rang the doorbell.

The nanny aunt opened the door of the villa.

"Mr. Chen?" The nanny aunt saw Chen Zongeng at the door and was taken aback.

Then the nanny saw the Qiu Yi in his arms again.

"Miss? What's wrong with her?" The nanny aunt suddenly looked a little anxious and nervous.

"It's okay, she is drunk."

Chen Zongheng said calmly. It's an explanation.

Then, he hugged Qiu Yiren in this way and came to the room on the second floor.

Put the woman carefully on the Simmons bed.

Turned on the air conditioner, and...for her, covered her with a quilt.

At this time, he seemed to be a different person.

Become a little strange, and a little gentle and considerate.

The thick layer of cold armor on this man seems to be tonight...slowly don't take it off.

"Take care of her."

Chen Zongchong gave an order to the nanny's aunt, then turned around and opened the room...

Out of the Qiu's Manor.

He went straight back to his villa opposite.

Close the door and come to the bathroom.

Take off your shirt.

His naked, muscular muscles emerged.

A series of terrible scars filled the skin, like the incarnation of a demon.

Chen Zongheng slowly raised his head and stared at the white and cold figure in the bathroom mirror.

In his pupils, the traces of calmness and gentleness... gradually receded.

He stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the pendant hanging on his chest.

On the pendant is the silver bullet shell.

This bullet shell has followed him for many years.

From the moment of entering the eighteenth floor of Hell, it has been until today.

"Xiaojie...you are in heaven, okay?"

His voice was a little hoarse, with a slight tremor.

In his pupils, endless complex emotions were brewing.

"Boom...!" Suddenly, he punched... directly on the mirror!

The whole glass mirror... shattered in an instant!

Even the thick concrete wall was blasted into a horrible fist mark depression!

"Don't worry. I will let you stare."

His voice was endlessly solemn, with a terrible breath of coldness.

At this moment, on his body... the cold armor that was finally removed, seemed to be put on again.

He once promised someone.

In this life, she doesn't marry.

He once promised someone.

In this life, she must be stunned.

Fanghua returned home after the fall of spring.

After the lonely people in Biexiang dispersed.

He has done what he said in his life.

Death is like ice, and **** is extremely cold.

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