Qiu Yiren sat in the office all day long, processing application documents.
Didn't even have time to eat lunch.
Time is in a hurry. Yesterday, I was assassinated just now.
At this time, she still felt a little scared and restless.
In order to prevent something like this from happening again, she must submit her application and apply for official asylum as soon as possible.
Throughout the day, she continued to sort out the information, listing all the evidence, all the information...as well as the core of Project X.
After hours of sorting, she finally...finished processing the entire application information.
Sitting in front of the office, Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were complicated and solemn, and she thought for a long time.
Finally, she packed up all the application materials and put them in her briefcase.
She must take this step.
For project safety.
She could only give up Qiu Group's overseas expansion plan.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up her briefcase, stepped on high heels... and walked out of the office quickly.
She came to the door of the security director's office next door and knocked gently.
"Dong dong dong."
Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were calm and she knocked on the door softly.
A few seconds later, a cold voice came from the office.
"Enter."
Qiu Yiren looked solemn and opened the door.
The moment he pushed the door open, a strong and pungent smell of smoke wafted into the office.
Qiu Yiren choked and coughed several times. She covered her mouth and tried her best to endure the strong smell of smoke.
"Sir, I'm going out for a trip, can you go with me?" Qiu Yiren asked in a cautious voice.
Now, the whole Shanghai City gave her a feeling of crisis.
Yesterday, even such terrifying overseas assassination mercenaries... were able to sneak into Jiangnan.
Therefore, Qiu Yiren is very vigilant now and hopes to bring Mr. Chen with her, so that...she will feel a little more at ease.
After all, Mr. Chen's terrifying skills are obvious to all. If Mr. Chen hadn't risked his life to save her yesterday, the consequences for her... would have been unimaginable...
"Oh." Chen Zongheng, who was lying on a chair in the office, had calm eyes and replied indifferently.
Then, he slowly lowered his feet on the table.
Put out the cigarette butt and stand up.
Then he took out another soft Chinese stick and lit it.
His addiction to smoking is really big.
So much so that I smoke four packs of Soft China a day.
It seemed like every moment, every moment...he was smoking.
If he doesn't smoke for a moment, he won't get used to it.
Smoking has almost become his daily habit.
Chen Zongheng just walked out of the office calmly and calmly, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
Qiu Yiren's pretty face was complicated, and she hesitated for a moment, seemingly out of good intentions... she wanted to persuade her.
But she finally endured it.
For a senior smoker, even if she tried to persuade her, Mr. Chen might not listen.
Nicotine has a very strong control over humans.
Just like drug addiction, over time...it will form a terrible dependence. Cigarette dependence.
Therefore, there have always been so many smokers who find it difficult to quit cigarettes.
The two of them just walked into the elevator in silence, looking at each other.
Take the elevator and go downstairs.
In the elevator, Chen Zongheng was still holding a cigarette and puffing out smoke rings.
He didn't seem to have the slightest concern for the wealthy CEO next to him.
Even at this moment, Qiu Yiren in the elevator was already slightly uncomfortable with the smell of smoke.
But Chen Zongheng remained calm and composed, not caring at all.
He Chen Zongheng does things and never cares about what others think.
What's more, it's a woman.
In his eyes, women are magnetic animals...except for their weaker strength and higher body fat content...in Chen Zongheng's eyes, there is almost no difference between women...and men.
Just a walking skin.
No matter how exquisitely and coquettishly you dress up, no matter how flashy you are, you are still just a body of flesh and blood, composed of hundreds of types of cells and skeletal muscles.
There is nothing more than the needs of the ‘opposite sex’.
However, for Chen Zongheng, he completely blocked his most basic needs for the opposite sex deep in his heart.
Because he is a killer.
A killing machine has no need for emotions.
Emotions become a burden on becoming a killer.
When a killer suddenly develops feelings for a person of the opposite sex, it is the day when this killer... is about to be terminated.
Killers don't need emotions.
Moreover, when facing terror and killing, what mentality do human beings have to talk about love? Or even talk about sex?
Full of wine and food, full of lustful thoughts.
The need for ‘sexuality’ has been felt for a long time...it is based on the peaceful era.
If a person is thrown into a battlefield filled with smoke...what kind of thoughts can he have...but consider the lower body?
This is Chen Zongheng's state.
He is not a peaceful person.
He went into the smoke battlefield and felt the fire of life and death.
Even though we are now in peacetime.
But, for him, there are dangers lurking around him...every moment.
He is a very defensive person, and underneath his cold iceberg appearance is extreme resistance to everyone.
He lacks security.
So, he doesn't need feelings!
The elevator made a 'ding-dong' sound as it descended all the way down.
Parked on the first floor.
The elevator door slowly opened, and Qiu Yiren stepped out of the elevator door first.
Standing outside the door, she took a deep breath of fresh air.
The air without nicotine smell is really comfortable and pleasant.
Chen Zongheng was holding a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and he slowly walked out.
At the entrance of Qiu's Building, the Mercedes-Benz fleet has been waiting for a long time.
Two rows of bodyguards stood respectfully outside the door, always vigilant for the safety of the surroundings.
Qiu Yi and Chen Zongheng walked straight out of the building.
The bodyguards respectfully stepped forward and opened the door of the Maybach sedan in the middle.
Qiu Yi and Chen Zongheng got into the rear doors on both sides of the Maybach sedan.
The bodyguards closed the car door and looked around cautiously.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he respectfully got into the car.
The Mercedes-Benz convoy slowly started and drove away...
…
Along the way, the convoy drove quietly and smoothly through the streets.
Outside the car window, everything was quiet, and the whole city of Shanghai... seemed to be shrouded in tranquility.
It seems, like the calm before the storm.
Qiu Yi and Chen Zong were sitting side by side in the car, and neither of them... spoke to each other.
Just sitting quietly minding his own business.
The atmosphere seems a bit subtle.
Chen Zongheng's eyes were indifferent, he sat calmly on the chair, puffing out smoke rings lightly.
Qiu Yiren, on the other hand, had complicated eyes... Sitting aside, she didn't know what she was thinking about. She was obviously very worried.
Half an hour later.
After the Mercedes-Benz motorcade drove through Shanghai-Hailong Street, it finally stopped slowly in front of a solemn building.
The bodyguards got out of the car first and looked around carefully. After finding that there was no danger, they stepped forward and opened the door of the Maybach sedan for Mr. Qiu.