Chapter 181 Death is like ice, hell is extremely cold
"Why are you backing away?"
Qiu Yiren was sitting on the bank of the river, her beautiful eyes a little drunk, blinking and looking at Chen Zongheng.
She was obviously a little drunk. She was a little confused and her speech was a little out of control.
"You're drunk." Chen Zongheng looked at the woman with calm eyes and said.
"I'm not drunk. Come here."
Qiu Yiren's pretty face flushed drunkenly, and she suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Zongheng's arm.
Then, she dragged Chen Zongheng directly to the river bank.
"Sit down and drink with me." Qiu Yiren pressed Chen Zongheng on the river bank, and then handed him the half bottle of rice wine she had drunk.
Chen Zongheng's face looked strange.
He tried to get angry, but...he didn't know where the anger came from.
This woman dares to order the God of Death like this?
This is extremely bold.
But for the first time, Chen Zongheng couldn't get angry.
Holding the wine bottle that this woman drank from, Chen Zongheng felt helpless and shook his head.
He has a mysophobia, and he will not touch the cups or bottles that a woman has touched for a second time.
The two of them just sat on the shore.
Dark night, dotted with stars.
The scene on the river bank is a bit gentle.
"Give me your shoulder to lean on." After Qiu Yiren finished speaking, she suddenly leaned her head... obliquely on Chen Zongheng's shoulder.
this.
The scene at this moment seemed to have stopped for an instant.
Chen Zongheng was stunned as if he had turned to stone.
Killings on the battlefield, bloodbath in the West.
Ever since he became the ‘god of death’.
He never came into contact with any woman again.
His hands are filled with souls.
Underfoot were countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
But today, it was the first time... that a woman dared to put her head... on his shoulder.
This is simply audacious.
Qiu Yiren was so drunk that she rested her head on his shoulder.
The long hair is slanted, with a nice hair fragrance.
Chen Zongheng was a little stiff and didn't know how to deal with this embarrassing situation.
Push this woman away?
This woman looked drunk now, and he was afraid that she would fall into the river before she could stand firm.
Don't push it away?
Just staying in a stalemate is not an option.
The majestic 'God of Death', at this moment, is trapped by a woman's problem.
She was just like a little bird, resting quietly on Chen Zongheng's shoulder.
She snatched the bottle from Chen Zongheng's hand and continued drinking.
Gradually, her eyes became moist again.
Filled with fog.
She was like this, drinking and crying.
Warm tears fell on Chen Zongheng's shoulders.
His suit shirt got wet...
The two of them just sat by the river for who knows how long.
The tourists and pedestrians around... gradually left.
Then, on the entire Bund Huangpu River, only these two figures were left, still sitting together.
It should be said that they are cuddling together.
Qiu Yiren rested on Chen Zongheng's shoulder.
Chen Zongheng was motionless and stiff. He tried to get angry, but he had been brewing for more than half an hour and still couldn't get angry.
The woman next to him was extremely drunk.
She just leaned on his shoulder, her beautiful eyes closed gently, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.
This woman...seems like she drinks pretty well?
At least you won't get drunk and cause trouble?
Chen Zongheng thought this in his heart.
Looking at her long and beautiful eyelashes, they were gently twined. A faint fragrance was floating in the air, and Chen Zongheng could smell it.
In the past, he was very disgusted with women.
Beauty is like withered bones, color is like a knife.
Since ancient times, empty color has no good ending.
Therefore, he almost never wants to touch women again in his life.
However, at this moment, Chen Zongheng was... inexplicably entangled with a woman.
I was forced to have no choice but to take care of this woman...
at the same time.
Behind him, bodyguard Yang Feng and his men were also rushing towards the river bank.
They sat in the car and waited for the lady for three hours, but she still didn't come back.
For safety reasons, Yang Feng led his men to the river bank to search.
Then, Yang Feng and a group of bodyguards saw an extremely tender and affectionate scene on the bank of the river.
Then...that Qianying...is the eldest lady??
The eldest lady... actually, actually... leaned on Mr. Chen's shoulder??
this.
What's happening here?
Yang Feng and his bodyguard men's eyes widened.
The scene in front of me was really shocking.
The eldest lady has always been alone in her emotional life. She has never had any boyfriends or scandals.
But this time tonight.
The eldest lady is actually dating Mr. Chen?
"Boss?! What's going on?" One of the bodyguard men stared, his voice confused.
Yang Feng reached out and slapped him hard on the back of the head.
"What's going on?! Why are you meddling in your own business? Turn around and get back in the car!" Yang Feng shouted softly, then turned around and left quietly with his men.
"Remember, no one is allowed to reveal what happened tonight!" Yang Feng was nervous and worried, and warned his subordinates again!
This scene tonight is a big deal.
If it is spread, I am afraid that the entire Shanghai and Jiangnan will be shaken.
The most beautiful CEO in Shanghai... Qiu Yiren, actually... the famous beauty has a master?
Regardless of whether it's true or not, regardless of how the eldest lady's relationship is progressing.
This news must be kept secret.
Riverside.
Chen Zongheng sat there, letting the woman sleep on his shoulder.
A gentle river breeze blew by.
The Huangpu River fell into the silence of the night.
He raised his wrist and glanced at his Omega watch.
It's already eleven o'clock at night.
"Qiu Yiren, wake up. It's time to go home."
Chen Zongheng gently shook the woman.
However, she slept very deeply. The drunk woman's whole body exuded the charming fragrance and smell of wine.
Chen Zongheng was a little helpless.
Isn't this woman's wine a little too good?
With such a small amount of alcohol, do you still drink?
If you go out to a banquet, you will probably get drunk within a few minutes, right?
Chen Zongheng sighed, took her jade arm, and then hugged her entire body.
Being so drunk, I could only hug her back.
He hugged Qiu Yiren's delicate body and returned to the Mercedes-Benz motorcade step by step.
The Qiu family bodyguards looked strange, but no one asked or spoke.
All the bodyguards pretended not to know.
They just opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz respectfully.
Then Chen Zongheng gently put Qiu Yiren's delicate body into the Mercedes-Benz.
"Let's go home." Chen Zongheng got into the car and said to the driver.
The driver and security guards nodded with great respect and slowly started the Mercedes-Benz.
Half an hour later, the Mercedes-Benz motorcade... slowly stopped in front of the Qiu Manor.
The bodyguards stepped forward and opened the car door on their own initiative.
Chen Zongheng just hugged Qiu Yiren and stepped out of the car.
Arriving at the door of Qiu's Manor, he rang the doorbell.
The nanny aunt opened the door of the villa.
"Mr. Chen?" The nanny was stunned when she saw Chen Zongheng at the door.
Then the nanny saw Qiu Yiren being held in her arms.
"Miss? Miss, what's wrong with her?" The nanny's face suddenly became anxious and nervous.
"It's okay, she's drunk."
Chen Zongheng said calmly, which was an explanation.
Then, he carried Qiu Yiren to the room on the second floor.
The woman was carefully placed on Simmons' bed.
Turned on the air conditioner, and then... covered her with a quilt.
At this time, he seemed to have changed.
Become a little strange, but also a little gentle and considerate.
The thick layer of cold armor on this man's body seemed to be slowly being removed tonight...
"Take care of her."
Chen Zong gave instructions to the nanny, then turned around and opened the room...
Walk out of Qiu's Manor.
He returned directly to his villa opposite.
Close the door and go to the bathroom.
Take off your shirt.
His exposed and muscular body emerged.
A series of terrifying and hideous scars covered the skin, like the incarnation of the devil.
Chen Zongheng slowly raised his head and stared at the figure as white as cold in the bathroom mirror.
The calmness and gentleness in his pupils... gradually receded.
He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the pendant hanging on his chest.
On the pendant is the silver bullet casing.
This bullet casing has been with him for many years.
From the moment he entered the eighteenth level of hell, until now.
"Xiaojie...you are in heaven, how are you?"
His voice was a little hoarse and slightly trembling.
In his pupils, endless complex emotions were brewing.
"Boom...!" Suddenly, he punched...directly on the mirror!
The entire glass mirror... shattered into pieces instantly!
Even the thick concrete wall was blasted with a terrifying fist mark!
"Don't worry. I will let you rest in peace."
His voice was endlessly solemn, with a terrifying aura of coldness.
At this moment, the cold armor that was finally removed from his body seemed to be put on again.
He had promised someone.
In this life, I will never marry anyone other than her.
He had promised someone.
In this life, she must rest in peace.
Youth fades away and spring returns.
The other alleys are lonely after the people have dispersed.
