At nine o'clock in the morning, Qiu's Group Building.

Five Mercedes-Benz convoys slowly stopped at the door of the building.

Qiu Yiren and Chen Zong got out of the car.

Around, a group of black bodyguards looked around for protection.

Everything is still as calm as usual.

Qiu Yiren glanced around with beautiful eyes, and then slowly walked into the building.

Chen Zonggong lit a cigarette and then walked into the building...

When he arrived at the director's office on the ninety-ninth floor, Chen Zongheng lay on a chair, picked up a classic Confucian classic "The Doctrine of the Mean" on his desk, and slowly flipped through it.

Reading seems to be his only hobby every day.

It is hard to imagine that this terrifying **** of death who swept across the entire western Pacific Ocean and made the entire United States empire trembles, yet can sit quietly in the office, calm down, and elegantly read Taoist classics.

He has a neat suit, a fair face, and a hint of elegant bookishness. His appearance is completely different from his name...

"Boom, boom, boom." Just as Chen Zong was reading the book, suddenly there was a soft knock on the door outside the office.

"In." He replied faintly.

The door of the office was gently pushed open.

A beautiful figure walked into the office cautiously.

The person here is the president's secretary, Sun Xue.

Today, she is wearing a light gray OL uniform, her long black hair is lightly tied, and a trace of makeup is applied to her face.

She is actually very good-looking, and she is the kind of woman who looks more attractive. Moreover, she has a finer personality and is a woman from Xiaojiabiyu.

Sun Xue gently folded her hands in front of her, her face seemed a little timid.

"Mr. Chen...yesterday, thank you... for saving me..." Sun Xue said solemnly and earnestly.

At the same time, she leaned slightly towards Chen Zong and saluted. This is a thank you for your life-saving grace.

Yesterday, she was kidnapped by desperate Xia Jinlong, and she was at stake.

If it weren't for Chen Zong to rescue her, the consequences for her... simply unimaginable.

How can the life-saving grace be repaid? So Sun Xue came here today to thank Mr. Chen.

However, Chen Zengheng still looked down at the book, as if... even looking up was superfluous.

"It's easy, you don't need to thank me." Chen Zongheng lowered his head and flipped through the books, and said lightly. Very calm, very indifferent, and very indifferent.

It seemed that the hand was made yesterday, and to him... it is of little importance.

Sun Xue stood there, hesitating for a few seconds, and then said timidly, "Mr. Chen...that...tonight, can I invite you to dinner?"

She really didn't know how to repay Chen Zong's life-saving grace, so... she wanted to invite Mr. Chen to dinner as a way of thanking her for his kindness.

"No."

But Chen Zongheng answered such simple words.

Sun Xue's pretty face was a little stunned...

The air at the scene was a bit awkward.

"Mr. Chen... I just want to thank you, but I have no other meaning." Sun Xue explained softly.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested." Chen Zongheng was still calm and replied indifferently.

He was cold like a piece of ice.

Let no woman get close.

A trace of astonishment, complexity, and loss flashed across Sun Xueqiao's face.

"Oh. Then, excuse me." Her voice was a little discouraged and frustrated, she turned aggrieved, and was about to leave.

Is it true that I am so annoying?

Will they be rejected even if they eat a meal together?

Sun Xue was the first time in the company to pluck up the courage and take the initiative to invite a male colleague to dinner. Unexpectedly, it was such a result. Moreover, the other party is his own savior.

This made her a little wronged.

"No time tonight, tomorrow night, I will only eat French Western food."

But the moment Sun Xue walked out of the office, Chen Zong's faint and calm voice came from behind him.

Huh~ Sun Xue was taken aback first. Then in a flash, the unhappiness on Qiao's face disappeared.

She turned around and smiled softly, "Okay."

Looking at the beautiful shadow of Sun Xue leaving happily, Chen Zong continued to draw back his gaze, lowering his head and sweeping towards the book.

At that moment, for some reason, a trace of unbearable flashed in his heart. So he agreed to the woman's request.

It's just a meal. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, right?

Chen Zong lighted a cigarette, then touched his nose.

Grim Reaper, ruthless. Kill Senhan.

For a whole number of years, he has been icy cold.

But now, his icy shell seems...is gradually melting?

Even he himself is somewhat unaware.

...

Chen Zongheng just sat in the office, flipping through the books for a whole day...

From the blazing sun at noon outside the window, it slid until the sunset.

The evening twilight stained the skyline red, and the entire sky was shrouded in red.

Shanghai Stock Market... A prosperous day has come to an end.

Next door to the president's office, Qiu Yiren packed up his work, stepped on high heels, and walked to the door of Chen Zongong's office.

"Mr. Chen, let's go." Qiu Yi 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.

"En." Chen Zongpeng pinched out the cigarette butt, then slowly got up, followed her out of the office.

Downstairs of the building, five black Mercedes-Benz S600s are waiting quietly.

Dozens of bodyguards in black suits stood in two rows, extremely solemn.

At the dinner tonight, Qiu Yi people are equipped with complete security measures.

Although she still felt wrong, Chen Zong went with her, and her slightly uneasy heart settled somewhat.

As long as Mr. Chen is there, it will be fine.

The Mercedes-Benz fleet started slowly and headed towards the destination...Hilton Hotel...

...

Half an hour later, five Mercedes-Benz cars drove slowly into the luxurious Hilton Hotel.

The private banquet of the second son of the Huang family was held in this hotel.

The hotel doorman stepped forward and opened the door respectfully.

Qiu Yiren was dressed in an OL-made costume and stepped out of the car.

Behind him, Chen Zongheng was dressed in a straight suit and got out of the car.

The two stood there side by side, matched in height, and had great looks. Qiu Yi is beautiful and beautiful, Chen Zongheng is fair and handsome, and the two are like golden boys and girls.

Several waiters stepped forward and welcomed them into the hotel respectfully.

And the dozens of bodyguards brought by Qiu Yiren followed... into the hotel together.

Tonight’s banquet is full of misfortunes. They must always protect Mr. Qiu's safety, just in case.

...

Hilton Hotel, the top presidential banquet room.

The entire banquet hall is luxurious and prosperous...all the decorations and furnishings are top-notch...platinum-covered, diamond-encrusted decorations...golden plate...extremely luxurious.

A young man with a straight suit and a slender figure is standing in front of the window, his eyes faintly looking at the evening sky outside the window.

At this moment, the luxurious wooden door of the banquet hall was slowly pushed open.

"Young Master Huang, the guests have arrived." The waiter stood in front of the door, bowing respectfully.

The man in a suit slowly turned from the window, his handsome face... his eyes were as deep as a sword. The second son of the Huang family, Huang Honghui!

Huang Honghui stared deeply at the entrance of the banquet hall...

At the door, Qiu Yiren's beautiful figure stood tall and beautiful, looking beautiful and moving.

And beside her, there was an elegant and fair-skinned youth.

At this moment, Huang Honghui's pupils...shrinked.

That's an emergence of murder...!

How could Huang Honghui not know this young man? !

A few days ago, alone, he set foot on his elder brother's funeral and shattered his golden dragon coffin!

This familiar and elegant face, even if it turns into gray... Huang Honghui recognizes it!

How can we forget the enmity of killing brothers? !

But soon, Huang Honghui reduced his killing intent.

He returned to calm and indifferent, with a soft smile in his eyes.

"Miss Qiu, welcome...I have a private dinner." Huang Honghui's eyes were faint, and the corners of his mouth raised a touch of arc and depth.

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