He looked at the woman leaning on him.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold, exuding a chill.

However, he finally endured it.

He could only support Qiu Yiren, and the two of them walked out of the western restaurant like a couple.

At this time, at the entrance of the western restaurant, the group of Qiu's bodyguards were standing in front of the motorcade, waiting respectfully.

When I saw Chen Zongheng helping Mr. Qiu out...

The group of bodyguards at the door were stunned for a moment??

this??

what's going on??

Mr. Chen and Mr. Qiu...are already so good??

"Ahem!" Suddenly, the bodyguard leader Yang Feng coughed lightly and reminded his subordinates not to meddle in other people's business.

The bodyguards under him looked back one after another, with embarrassed expressions on their faces. A group of bodyguards turned their heads and pretended not to notice.

Chen Zongheng supported Qiu Yiren and escorted her into the Maybach car.

Then, Chen Zongheng glanced at Yang Feng, raised his fingers at him, and motioned for him to come over.

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment. He quickly and cautiously stepped forward and came to the gentleman.

"Sir, what are your orders?" Yang Feng asked respectfully.

Chen Zongheng stood there, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and said slowly in a calm tone, "Qiu Yiren and I have nothing to do with each other. Don't ask your men to guess too much."

Yang Feng: "..."

If it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Mr. Chen, why... why do you need to explain this specifically?

What the hell, isn’t there three hundred taels of silver in this place?!

Yang Feng's face was full of weirdness, but it was absolutely impossible for him to say these words.

He still wants to live a few more years.

Yang Feng nodded repeatedly, "Yes...I understand."

After seeing Yang Feng nodding.

Chen Zongheng then turned around and got into the Maybach car.

The Mercedes-Benz convoy started, escorting Qiu Yiren, and drove all the way towards Qiu's Manor...

Late at night, the neon lights on both sides of the street are still bright and flashing.

On New Year's Day, the streets were extremely lively.

Qiu Yiren was sitting in the Maybach car, with her pretty face and head gently leaning against the window.

She held the two quick-print photos in her hand and looked at them again and again, her beautiful eyes blurred with a hint of inexplicability.

These two photos were the photos secretly taken by the photographer in the western restaurant just now.

Qiu Yiren handed one of the photos to Chen Zongheng.

"Sir, I'll give you one as a souvenir."

Chen Zongheng, who was sitting aside, was slightly stunned.

He turned his head and glanced at the photo.

The photo records the moment when he and Qiu Yiren had dinner together.

The picture is frozen, as if it lasts forever.

The woman in the picture looked at herself angrily with resentful eyes.

That picture actually made... Chen Zongheng's heart tremble slightly.

It seems a bit chaotic.

He thought of Ren Jie back then.

In an instant, he pulled back his thoughts.

"It's just a photo, why do you need to commemorate it?" Chen Zongheng took the photo, tore it into pieces, lowered the window, and threw it out the window.

"Hey...you." Qiu Yiren's pretty face was drunk, and she wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

The scattered photo fragments in the sky were scattered outside the window, turning into a few star fragments in the dark night.

He, the god of death, never needs to be remembered.

He doesn't need emotions, he doesn't need a woman, he doesn't need any bonds.

Chen Zongheng glanced at another photo in Qiu Yiren's hand.

Even if he really needs emotion.

That's just lust and acting on occasion.

Address physiological needs.

However, the Qiu Yiren in front of her was obviously not the object of a prank.

Therefore, it is impossible for Chen Zongheng to have any feelings for Qiu Yiren.

Absolutely impossible.

His eyes glanced at another photo in Qiu Yiren's hand.

It seems that I also want to destroy that photo.

Qiu Yiren's pretty face was a little drunk, and she subconsciously hid the photo behind her back.

"Hand it over." Chen Zongheng's voice was calm, he stared at her and uttered three words.

"I... I will just tear it up myself." Qiu Yiren said, and in front of Chen Zongheng, she couldn't bear to... crumpled the photo into a ball of confetti.

"Are you satisfied with this?" Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes stared at him with some resentment.

"Throw it away." Chen Zongheng spit out two words.

Qiu Yiren bit her red lips and threw the photo confetti into the trash can inside the Maybach.

"Throwing it out of the window is uncivilized and points will be deducted." Qiu Yiren explained.

Chen Zongheng then turned his head, sat on the seat, and quietly closed his eyes to rest.

Inside the Maybach, silence fell.

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were blurry, and she sat drunkenly on a chair, leaning against the car window, feeling a little weak, and fell asleep in a daze...

I do not know how long it has been.

The Maybach sedan finally stopped in front of the Qiu Manor.

Qiu Yiren was shaken awake in a daze.

She opened her eyes in confusion and took a look. Her pretty face, which was slightly drunk, suddenly turned a little crimson.

When I fell asleep just now, my head was...unknowingly, my head was resting on Mr. Chen's shoulder again...

this.

Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned red and she stood up quickly.

"Sorry...I fell asleep, I didn't know..." Qiu Yiren quickly explained.

At this time, Chen Zongheng was looking at her indifferently with cold eyes.

Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned red and she stepped out of the Maybach as if she was running away.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold and he got out of the car.

Wait until she enters the villa and confirms it is safe.

Chen Zongheng lit a cigarette, turned around... and walked towards the villa across the lawn.

After returning to the villa, Chen Zongheng took off his suit jacket, naked his muscular body, walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and started taking a shower.

The icy cold water wetted his body, as if it could freeze his body in this harsh January winter.

But Chen Zongheng didn't have any mood swings at all, and just let the biting cold water wash over his body.

Because at this time, images of Ren Jie kept appearing in his mind.

The biting cold water kept washing over his body.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold, he picked up his Huawei phone and dialed a number in the capital.

"God of Death, it's already ten o'clock at night! What on earth do you want to do?" On the other end of the phone, as soon as the call was connected, Zhang Yuyu's angry and impatient voice came.

Another late night call.
To be continued...