Qiu Yiren nodded lightly, looked around the banquet hall with beautiful eyes, focusing on Huang Honghui.

"Young Master Huang, you hosted the banquet yourself, how can the Iraqi people not come?"

Her voice was calm, without the slightest timidity.

At this time, neither party had torn their faces, so they still maintained the apparent etiquette.

Huang Honghui glanced meaningfully around Qiu Yiren's body, then glanced at Chen Zong faintly...For this man, he had his own means to deal with it.

Today, his target is only Qiuyi people.

"Miss Qiu, today is just a simple private banquet, why bring so many bodyguards?" Huang Honghui said with a faint smile.

What he was referring to was naturally behind Qiu Yiren...the dozen or so bodyguards in neat suits followed.

"I'm afraid it will be a Hongmen Banquet, so... be careful." The Qiu Yiren was not afraid, and said straightforwardly what he was thinking.

Since they are all here for the banquet, why bother to pretend.

No matter how the situation progresses today, she can only face it.

"Miss Qiu was joking. How can I, Huang, be upright and honest?" Huang Honghui's eyes were faint, and the corners of his mouth became thicker.

"Miss Qiu, please." He stretched out his hand slowly, motioning to take a seat.

Then, he took a seat first and sat in the front position of the dining table.

To Qiu Yiren, Huang Honghui's attitude was neither lukewarm nor cold, as if he hadn't paid attention to the daughter-in-law at all.

Indeed, he is the second son of the Huang family, the name of the Huang family, trembling for a hundred years, rampant south of the Yangtze.

Why should he care so much about the president of a small group in front of him?

Today, it is a great honour for him to host a banquet for Qiu Yi people alone.

Qiu Yiren hesitated, instead of taking a seat first, she turned her head and glanced at Chen Zongheng.

"Mr. Chen, please."

She actually invited Chen Zongheng to be the first. Has shown respect to Chen Zongheng.

Chen Zongheng was also welcome, and walked into the box indifferently, then pulled a chair away and sat down at will.

The group of bodyguards behind Qiu Yiren stood in two rows respectfully, waiting at the door.

Stepping on high heels, Qiu Yiren walked into the private room and sat beside Chen Zongheng.

Seeing this scene, Huang Honghui's eyes picked up slightly, with a hint of coldness that was not easily detectable.

"Who allowed you to sit down?"

His gaze was staring at Chen Zongheng coldly.

Chen Zongheng sat there calmly, slowly took out a cigarette and lit it.

"I sit down, do I need your consent?" Chen Zengheng's answer was also very simple.

The air became a little frozen.

The two breaths seemed to collide.

"I advise you to get up and leave." Huang Honghui stared at Chen Zonggong like a sharp sword, as if to pierce him.

"I also advise you, it's better to be quiet." Chen Zongheng also gave him a word.

Arrogant and domineering.

In the entire Shanghai and Shanghai markets, he dared to speak like the second son of the Huang family, Chen Zong... is the first one!

Chen Zongheng slowly spit out a smoke ring, still sitting there, looking at Huang Honghui indifferently.

The eyes of the two confronted each other in the air.

"Okay, very good." The murderous intent in Huang Honghui's eyes emerged uncontrollably, and then he was forcibly suppressed. The corner of his mouth raised a deep and strange arc.

"Chen, since you want to sit here, then I...make you perfect."

Huang Honghui looked calm and clapped his hands slowly.

Private dinner, opening!

A group of waitresses dressed in luxurious cheongsam slowly entered the box.

Today, the waiters in charge of serving dishes are carefully selected, everything... only to meet the requirements of the second son of the Huang family.

How can the banquet set by the second son of Huang be ordinary?

A bottle of gold encapsulated red wine glass was brought up carefully, and the waiter carefully opened the bottle and sobered up the wine.

Gold packaging is extremely luxurious.

Huang Honghui smoked a cigar, his eyes were indifferent, and said slowly, "France Romanti Winery, dry red in 1982. I wonder if Miss Qiu, would you like it?"

Qiu Yiren nodded slowly, neither cold nor hot, and replied, "It's okay."

The waiter was holding wine bottles and pouring wine for the three of them carefully.

Then, start serving.

The top luxury dishes are slowly being served...Each dish is extremely luxurious, and the plates are made of pure platinum. This private banquet is simply eating money.

"Miss Qiu, this banquet tonight represents an opportunity for cooperation. Cheers." Huang Honghui raised his wine glass in a graceful manner and toasted.

At this time, the second son of Huang, condensed all the murders and became calm and soft. Such a state of mind is indeed a person.

Qiu Yiren shook the wine glass and gestured softly, taking a sip of the red wine on her lips.

Although Young Master Huang was calm and indifferent at the moment, but... the sense of crisis he gave her was getting deeper and deeper.

At the table, drink and dine.

The atmosphere became a little weird.

Huang Honghui did not speak, and Qiu Yiren did not intend to speak actively.

And Chen Zong, shook his wine glass, holding a knife and fork in his hand, and faintly sliced ​​the steak.

In such a weird and pervasive atmosphere, he could still eat so indifferently.

"Miss Qiu, the Shanghai Sea today is not peaceful." Huang Honghui's voice was calm, and suddenly he spoke slowly.

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes condensed lightly, and then he replied, "It's a little bit uneven."

In the air, there was a faint smoke of gunpowder.

The Huhai Huang Family, the core heir of the younger generation, will inherit Huang Honghui, who will be the head of the Huang Family.

With Qiu Group, the youngest group president, the developer of that special ‘project’ in hand.

The first time the two communicated face-to-face, it seemed calm, but the atmosphere was extremely strange.

It seems that there is a tension, and the bowstring is quietly pulled away.

"My elder brother's death is not worth it." Huang Honghui toasted and sipped a sip of red wine, said deeply and quietly.

Huh~! As soon as he said this, the air was silent and depressed for an instant.

Qiu Yiren's heart beat slightly, and an unpleasant feeling faintly floated.

Half a month ago, Huang Xuyang died.

Most people in the Shanghai and Shanghai markets may not know the cause of the death of Mr. Huang.

However, Qiu Yiren were the witnesses on the spot.

That night, the banquet. She saw with her own eyes that her bodyguard, Chen Zongheng, pierced Huang Xuyang's trachea with a chopstick.

And tonight, the same feast. The hostess, the second son of the Huang family, Huang Honghui.

Is this, planning to... revenge?

"Sorry, please." Qiu Yiren replied softly.

"Big Brother's life will not die in vain." Huang Honghui's gaze was faint, and he looked at Chen Zongheng who was on the dining table.

There seemed to be an endless chill in his eyes.

This sentence is for the ‘murderer’.

Kill, pay for life.

If you dare to touch the blood of his Huang family, his Huang family... will surely be encircled and suppressed.

At this time, Chen Zongheng did not seem to respond. Still drink lightly and enjoy steak. Quiet like a gentleman.

Seeing this man's unresponsive indifferent indifferent, Huang Honghui's eyes condensed slightly.

This man makes him very upset.

"In the past two and a half months, my Huang family's net of heaven and earth has been rolled out. This city... now is like a net, only in, but not out."

Huang Honghui's voice was faint, and his fingers lightly flicked the goblet in his hand.

Cang Dang. The glass goblet shattered instantly, and the red wine spread on the table cloth, looking like blood.

The atmosphere is strange as cold.

Is this a threat? remind? caveat?

Still shocked?

Everything has it.

The Huang family is not in a hurry to kill.

Block the whole city and catch turtles in the urn. Just a matter of time.

What they want is to make the ‘murderer’ completely panic and completely nervous. Mind collapsed.

The feeling of being unable to survive and having to wait for death is the most struggling and saddest.

This is what the Huang family wants.

Let the murderer have nowhere to go.

However, the ‘murderer’ at this moment obviously does not have this kind of consciousness?

Chen Zongzhong sat lightly at the dining table, tasting the 82-year-old top Lafite red wine. The purely fragrant liquid was as thick and attractive as gold.

The steak's heat is just right, but...the black pepper sauce and lemon are too much, which affects the fresh and tender taste.

He enjoyed the dinner quietly, as if everything in his surroundings had nothing to do with him.

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