A fleet of five Mercedes-Benz vehicles slowly stopped at the entrance of the building.
Qiu Yi and Chen Zongheng got out of the car.
All around, a group of bodyguards in black looked around for protection.
Everything is still as calm as usual.
Qiu Yiren glanced around with her beautiful eyes, and then slowly walked into the building.
Chen Zongheng lit a cigarette and followed him into the building...
Arriving at the director's office on the ninety-ninth floor, Chen Zong lay down on a chair, picked up a Confucian classic "The Doctrine of the Mean" on his desk, and started reading slowly.
Reading seems to have become his only hobby every day.
It is hard to imagine that this terrifying god of death, which swept across the entire west of the Pacific and made the entire United States tremble, could sit quietly in the office at this time, calm down, and elegantly read Taoist classics.
He wears a straight suit, has a fair face, and has a hint of elegant bookishness. His appearance is completely different from his name...
"Dong dong dong." Just as Chen Zongheng was engrossed in reading, suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door outside the office.
"Come in." He replied lightly.
The office door was gently pushed open.
A beautiful figure walked into the office cautiously.
The person who came was none other than the president’s secretary, Sun Xue.
Today, she is wearing a light gray OL uniform, her long black hair is gently tied up, and she has a trace of light makeup on her face.
She is actually very good-looking, and she is the kind of woman who becomes more attractive the more you look at her. Moreover, she has a rather delicate personality, and she is a woman of Xiaojiabiyu.
Sun Xue gently folded her hands in front of her body, her face seemed a little timid.
"Mr. Chen... thank you... for saving me yesterday..." Sun Xue said in a solemn and serious voice.
At the same time, she bowed slightly to Chen Zongheng and saluted. This was to express her gratitude for saving her life.
Yesterday, she was kidnapped by desperate Xia Jinlong and was in danger.
If Chen Zongheng hadn't come to the rescue, her consequences... would be unimaginable.
How can I repay the kindness of saving my life? So Sun Xue came here today to thank Mr. Chen.
However, Chen Zongheng still lowered his head to read the book, as if... even raising his head felt unnecessary.
"It's just convenient, there is no need to thank me." Chen Zongheng lowered his head and flipped through the books, and said something faintly. He was very calm, very indifferent, and very indifferent.
It seemed that yesterday's action was... insignificant to him.
Sun Xue stood there, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said timidly, "Mr. Chen... um... can I treat you to dinner tonight?"
She really didn't know how to repay Chen Zongheng for saving his life, so... she wanted to treat Mr. Chen to dinner as a way to repay the kindness.
"cannot."
But Chen Zongheng answered with such two simple words.
Sun Xue's pretty face was suddenly stunned...
The atmosphere at the scene was a little awkward.
"Mr. Chen... I just want to thank you, I have no other intention." Sun Xue explained softly.
"Sorry, not interested." Chen Zongheng replied calmly and indifferently.
He was as cold as a piece of ice.
No woman can get close to her.
A trace of astonishment, confusion and loss flashed across Sun Xuejiao's face.
"Oh, excuse me." Her voice was a little discouraged, and she turned around aggrievedly and was about to leave.
Could it be that I am really so annoying?
Do we have to be rejected even if we have a meal together?
This was the first time in the company that Sun Xue mustered up the courage to take the initiative to invite a male colleague to dinner. Unexpectedly, this was the result. Moreover, the other person was his savior.
This made her feel a little aggrieved.
"I'm not free tonight, let's go tomorrow night. I only eat French and Western food."
But the moment Sun Xue walked out of the office, Chen Zongheng's calm voice came from behind.
Huh~ Sun Xue was stunned for a moment. Then in an instant, the unhappiness on her pretty face disappeared.
She turned around and smiled softly, "Okay."
Looking at Sun Xue's beautiful figure leaving happily, Chen Zongheng continued to retract his gaze and lowered his head to scan the books.
At that moment, for some unknown reason, a trace of unbearability flashed through his heart. So he agreed to the woman's request.
It's just a meal. It doesn't seem to be anything serious, right?
Chen Zongheng lit a cigarette and then touched his nose.
The god of death is cold and ruthless. He kills Senhan.
For several years, he showed his coldness to others.
But now, his cold shell seems to be... gradually melting?
Even he himself was somewhat unaware of it.
…
Chen Zongheng just sat in the office and read books all day...
From the scorching noon sun outside the window, it slides all the way to the setting sun.
The dusk in the evening dyed the skyline red, and the entire sky was shrouded in red.
Shanghai City...the prosperous day has come to an end.
In the CEO's office next door, Qiu Yiren packed up her work and walked to Chen Zongheng's office in high heels.
"Mr. Chen, let's go." Qiu Yiren said with a calm face.
Tonight, she will attend a private banquet hosted by... the second son of the Huang family.
Or, it can also be called...Hongmen Banquet.
"Yes." Chen Zongheng put out his cigarette butt, then slowly stood up and followed her out of the office.
Downstairs of the building, five black Mercedes-Benz S600s were waiting quietly.
Dozens of bodyguards in black suits stood in two rows, extremely solemn.
Going to the banquet tonight, Qiu Yiren has equipped herself with complete security measures.
Although she still felt something was wrong, Chen Zongheng accompanied her, and her slightly uneasy heart calmed down a little.
As long as Mr. Chen is here, everything will be fine.
The Mercedes-Benz fleet started slowly and headed towards its destination...Hilton Hotel...
…
Half an hour later, five Mercedes-Benz cars slowly drove into the luxurious Hilton Hotel.
The private banquet of the second son of the Huang family was held in this hotel.
The hotel doorman came forward and opened the car door respectfully.
Qiu Yiren was dressed in OL uniforms and stepped out of the car.
Behind him, Chen Zongheng, dressed in a straight suit, also got out of the car.
The two stood there side by side, with matching heights and excellent looks. Qiu Yi was extremely beautiful, and Chen Zongheng was fair and elegant. They looked like a golden boy and a beautiful girl.
Several waiters came forward and respectfully welcomed the two into the hotel.
And the dozens of bodyguards brought by Qiu Yiren also followed... into the hotel.
Tonight's banquet is a disaster. They must protect Mr. Qiu's safety at all times, just in case.
…
Hilton Hotel, the top presidential banquet room.
The entire banquet hall was luxurious and prosperous...all the decorations and furnishings were of the highest quality...platinum-coated, diamond-encrusted decorations...gold plates...extremely luxurious.
A young man with a neat suit and a slender figure was standing in front of the window, his eyes looking faintly at the dusk sky outside the window.
At this moment, the luxurious wooden door of the banquet hall was slowly pushed open.
"Master Huang, the guests have arrived." The waiter stood in front of the door and bowed respectfully.
The man in a suit slowly turned around from the window, his handsome face... his eyes were as deep as swords. The second son of the Huang family, Huang Honghui!
Huang Honghui stared deeply at the door of the banquet hall...
At the door, Qiu Yiren's graceful figure stood tall and graceful, looking absolutely beautiful and moving.
Beside her, stood an elegant and fair-skinned young man.
At this moment, Huang Honghui's pupils... shrank.
It was a surge of murderous violence...!
How could Huang Honghui not recognize this young man?!
A few days ago, he walked alone to his elder brother's funeral and shattered his golden dragon coffin!
Even if this familiar and elegant face turned into gray... Huang Honghui would still recognize it!
How can we forget the revenge of brother-killing?!
But soon, Huang Honghui restrained all his murderous intent.
He regained his composure and calmness, with soft eyes and a smile.
"Miss Qiu, welcome to...my private banquet." Huang Honghui's eyes were dim, and the corner of his mouth raised a hint of arc and depth.