Throughout the morning, news of the termination of the funeral of Huang's father-in-law was almost spread throughout the city.

Qiu's Group, President's Office.

Qiu Yiren stood in front of the French window with her arms folded. He stared out of the window, but his eyes were out of focus. The long and narrow eyelashes tremble gently, which is a vague premonition.

Last night, Chen Zongheng asked her to prepare four wreaths. Threatened to attend the funeral of Huang Gongzi.

But this morning, he actually, really went.

Qiu Yiren couldn't dissuade him. After a few days of contact, she suddenly understood that this man... is a sleeping beast with closed eyes. Her dissuasion can't stop the beast.

She couldn't see through the heart of this man even more. She didn't understand, what exactly was this man's idea? Why did you go to the Huang family funeral? Doesn't he know an idiom that calls a wolf into a tiger's den?

Wasn't that just under the tiger's den at the funeral of the Huang family?

From the beginning of the whole morning, Qiu Yi people were restless. Then, when she learned that the funeral of the Huang family was cancelled, her heartbeat became even more messy. What she worries most seems to be happening uncontrollably.

Chen Zong went to the funeral of Huang's family, and then the funeral was cancelled?

What did he do at the funeral?

Can he come out alive?

at the same time.

Building, chairman's office.

Qiu Huaihai was equally disturbed.

He paced back and forth in the office, and the man in the mall who was over fifty years old was a little restless at this moment.

He has been cultivating deeply in Shanghai and Sea for many years, and the news network is also comprehensive. When he learned from his eyes that the person who disrupted the funeral of the Huang family was Chen Zongheng. The head of the Qiu family couldn't sit still at all.

Immediately afterwards, he sent someone to find out the news. But at this time, there is no reply yet. The Huang family has completely blocked and pinched the news.

At this time, he only knew that the funeral of the Huang family had ended.

As for what happened at the funeral? What happened next?

I don't know.

The more you don't know, the more disturbed you are.

Raising the Huang family funeral, this... is tantamount to moths fighting the fire.

The young man surnamed Chen was too young and energetic after all.

No matter how he can fight, no matter how good his skill is.

But the Huang family is a whole family.

What is a family?

Thousands of blood stretches.

This is the clan!

How can one person... deal with thousands of troops?

Xiao Chen's behavior not only harmed himself. It even involved the entire Qiu family into a dead end.

How to deal with Huang's revenge?

...

At noon, eleven o'clock.

In front of the Qiu's Building in the scorching sun, two security guards were stationed in front of their duty. The surroundings seemed a little quiet, and the signs of early summer made the air quiet and hot.

Suddenly, a black Mercedes-Benz S600 drove from a distance and slowly stopped in front of the Qiu's Building.

A pair of shiny black leather shoes slowly stepped out, Chen Zongong with a cigarette in his mouth, and got out of the car with an elegant temperament.

He walked into the Qiu's Mansion just like that.

At the same time, a message was instantly delivered to the ears of several senior executives in the entire group.

Chen Zong, is back.

CEO's office.

Qiu Yi's pretty face was incredibly complex, with endless complexity.

He is back?

"Immediately, invite him to see me." Qiu Yiren's pretty face is complicated and solemn, and he instructs the secretary...

A few minutes later.

The office door was pushed open.

Chen Zongzong walked in slowly with a cigarette in his mouth, with an elegant temperament.

Qiu Yiren turned around, her beautiful eyes were complicated and inexplicable, and she scanned the elegant young man repeatedly...

It was an indescribable shock.

The man in front of him was still making trouble at the Huang's funeral a few hours ago. But at this moment, he appeared in front of him safe and sound?

How did he come out?

The Huang family, actually let him come back?

"Mr. Chen, the Huang family...have you embarrassed you?" Qiu Yiren asked cautiously with a complicated and inexplicable voice.

Chen Zongheng slowly spit out a smoke ring, light and graceful.

"Why are you embarrassed? I killed Young Master Huang. As the person involved, I naturally want to send him one last time."

"What's wrong with this?" Chen Zongheng said lightly.

Qiu Yiren: "..."

How overbearing is it to be able to say this. Killer, see off the dead? Simply unprecedented.

"Mr. Chen, today... you were too impulsive." Qiu Yiren's voice was solemn, although she didn't know how Chen Zongheng could return safely. However, today's move by Chen Zongheng is indeed adding fuel to the fire.

"Huang's funeral, you rush forward...wait for the wolf to enter the tiger's den. No matter how good you are, after all...not the opponent of the whole clan."

"Tiger's Den?" Chen Zongheng took a deep breath.

Turned around and walked out of the president's office indifferently.

"Just the Huang family, to me, it's just an ant nest."

Only Qiu Yi was left standing in the office sluggishly, with shock and consternation on his face.

...

This funeral of the Huang family has almost affected the nerves of the whole Shanghai.

The termination of the funeral has made all kinds of gossip in the whole city full of rumors.

Today's Shanghai and the sea are destined to be restless.

The storm is turbulent, and the waves are washing the sand.

As the protagonist of this turmoil, Chen Zongheng still leaned in his chair indifferently, smoking cigarettes one by one.

Until dusk, the office door was pushed open.

"Mr. Chen, I'm off work. Let's go." Qiu Yiren greeted him, enduring the smell of smoke in the room.

For this security director, Qiu Yiren dare not put on any airs. Not only because Chen Zongheng had saved her twice in a row, but also because...this man's aura was so strong that Qiu Yiren didn't dare to look directly at him.

Chen Zong squeezed out the cigarette butt, got up, and walked out of the office calmly.

Downstairs, five black Mercedes-Benz bulletproof cars have been waiting here.

Get in the car and start.

Five black Mercedes-Benz cars drove away slowly.

Along the way, Qiu Yi's mood was always a little disturbed.

Starting from today's incident, the grievances between her Qiu Group and the Huang Family have completely fallen into the unending state.

In other words, every moment around her is full of crises.

But on this road, it was surprisingly quiet.

Five Mercedes Benz cars drove along the main road for half an hour. Then he drove slowly into the villa area of ​​Ziyuan Manor.

There were no assassinations and assaults, and it was a little too quiet.

The Mercedes Benz fleet slowly stopped at the door of Qiu's villa.

Qiu Yiren got out of the car, and Meisou glanced at the surrounding villas intricately. Dozens of bodyguards were stationed outside the villa, seemingly tight and tight.

But Qiu Yiren's anxiety was even worse.

The Huang family has inherited it for a hundred years. Over the past few decades, many families have been crushed by nests and destroyed like ants. The power of the Huang family is beyond measure.

She even had an unimaginable thought in her mind: If the Huang family came here, how would she and the entire Qiu family face it?

Inside the Qiu's villa, the lights are dazzling.

Tonight’s dinner will be cooked by Qiu’s mother Luo Xiangnan herself.

A table full of delicious dishes, fragrant.

Outside the villa, the sky is getting dark.

In the villa, Qiu's dinner is now open.

Facing this full table of delicious dishes, Qiu Yiren has no appetite. Under the pressure of complicated mood, where can he still have the mind to eat? She held the chopsticks, her eyes a little lost.

The younger sister on the side, under Qiu Shuang, was in a full state. She stretched out her chopsticks and raised her hands against the table full of dishes. She didn't look like a girl at all.

In your early twenties, how can you understand what kind of gentleness? What's more, she is not a gentle little sister. In school, she is a school bully, pretending to be gentle? Thank you, she won't.

The little girl reached out and grabbed a large gate from the plate, and began to move the shell skillfully.

Although the hairy crab shells were piled up in front of her dining table, she obviously didn't care, using her classic saying: Eating is a blessing, and Miss Ben is not fat anyway.

"By the way, I heard... At the funeral of Young Master Huang, someone went to make trouble? Really?"

Qiu Shuang gnawed on the hairy crabs, blinked her beautiful eyes, and cast her curious eyes on her sister. My sister has been in the mall for many years, and she should be more informed than her own.

As soon as the words came out, the air... suddenly quieted down.

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