Campus belle's cultivation master

The dark clouds rolled, it was dark early, and a heavy rain came in a flash.

The luxury car quickly drove into the class a villa area of Shengshi Huayuan and stopped at the door of the most upscale villa.

When the car door opened, the middle-aged man in the expensive suit stuck out his head, looked at the dark sky, and sighed: "what kind of weather is this? It's like an unpredictable woman's heart..."

His name is Chen Xu. He is a member of the Chen family in jia'an and a senior executive of the Chen group.

In terms of seniority, Chen Hongming even calls him uncle.

However, Chen Xu is very clear about his humble identity. In the eyes of the core figures of the Chen family, he is just a slave. The so-called reverence of identity and noble blood can be easily deprived in an instant and infiltrated into the dust.

So he had to be careful. Even in the face of the younger generation like Chen Hongming, he had to bend down and call "Da Shao" respectfully.

Chen Xu got out of the car, rushed up the steps, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Recalling the conversation with Chen Hongming on the phone in the afternoon, he felt a little flustered and tentatively pushed the door.

Squeak.

There was a crack in the door, and it was dark inside. There was a strong smell of smell and putrefaction, which made people feel like vomiting.

"Big little, big little?" Chen Xu called twice and stepped in.

He blinked hard in the dark and took out the windproof lighter from his pocket. Before he could hit it, he suddenly heard a slight "cluck" sound coming from his side.

He shrugged with fright and his hair stood up.

The sound is a bit like the movement of teeth

"Big or small? Is that you? " Chen Xu slowly turns around, and at the same time he fires the lighter and hands it forward.

The yellow fire reflected Chen Hongming's pale face and red eyes.

At this moment, he had changed his clothes, squatted on the chair like a monkey, curled up and clenched his teeth.

"Hoo." Chen Xu breathed out a long breath, relaxed all over, and walked forward, "young man, you scared me to death, why don't you turn on the light? What the hell is this... "

He felt something under his feet, soft and sticky

Chen Xu stops and feels that the atmosphere around him is strange for no reason.

The flame leaped and threw his huge shadow on the opposite wall, just like a monster.

"Da Shao, what did you say on the phone in the afternoon that you killed 32 times..." he steadied his mind, forbeared the pungent smell in the air, and asked suspiciously, "what's the matter?"

Chen Hongming didn't answer the other person's question and slowly got down from his chair.

"Let's go to the Hyatt Hotel." He pulled his collar, his muscles taut, his face ferocious, "tonight is my chance to revenge."

He would like to see how Lin Zixuan, the famous Jiangnan giant, would punish him if he knew that the people of Lin's family were still fighting against him the night before the peace talks between the two families

Chen Hongming is convinced of this. Even if Lin Zixuan tries to protect his short comings, his father Chen Wunan will certainly put pressure on him and force the Lin family to give him a satisfactory explanation.

He didn't understand Xu Yin's words before she left, and he didn't know the situation of the Chen family in jia'an at the moment. Otherwise, he will find that his self righteous is just a mirage.

If jia'an Chen family is confident enough to defeat the Lin family in Huacheng, how can they take the initiative to open the negotiation?

In Chen Xu's eyes, Chen Hongming seems to be stepping on a piece of snow, passing by him very hard and slowly, and walking to the door.

"Da Shao, you..." he cleared his throat, moved to the side and almost slipped.

This time, Chen Xu can't stand it any more. He holds a hot lighter in his hand, stares at it and bends down slowly, trying to see what he has stepped on

Blood, all blood, all the way to the dark in front of us. His feet, there is a mass of broken internal organs, dirty and messy

Chen Xu body sway, gastrointestinal spasm, retching voice: "big little... This... This..."

His face was as white as paper, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

So much blood, how many people will die? Is this the killing place of Shura? What's the matter?

Chen Hongming stood motionless at the door, his handsome face completely twisted, like a fierce ghost.

"You stepped on..." he clenched his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, "my intestines..."

...

7 p.m. in the center of jia'an, Xiyue hotel.

The sky began to rain, not big or small, but there is a growing trend.

Chen Xu stops at the door of the hotel, his cheek is bloodless, and his hand on the reverse plate is still shaking.

"Da... Da Shao..." he swallowed hard and his voice was difficult. "The owner is in the private room on the second floor, with Ning Yunhui. Lin Zixuan should be here soon."

Chen Hongming was sitting in the co pilot's seat, biting his thumb, and his eyes were as gloomy as a wild animal.

What would a person become if he died 32 times?

In the eyes of Chen Xu at the moment, the Chen family is already a madman. When he recalled the scene he saw in the villa, his heart was cold.

He moved his body, startled asked: "young, do you want me to go up to inform the owner, first... First send you to the hospital?"

"I'm going to see my father." As Chen Hung Ming's voice dropped, he turned around and kicked the door open. He walked up the steps in the rain.

Chen Xu quickly pulled an umbrella open and trotted behind.

The Chen family of jia'an often hold banquets at the Xiyue hotel. The welcoming lady at the door is no stranger to Chen Da Shao and bows down to greet him: "Hello, Chen Shao!"

Like a zombie, Chen Hongming stretches his neck, shakes his head and walks into the hall stiffly.

The ladies looked at each other and saw a trace of fear in each other's eyes.

Tonight's Chen family is young and old, with distorted expression and strange posture. It's terrible

They haven't recovered yet, and there are guests at the door.

The young lady turned to see that she was about 20 years old, thin and pretty, like a college student.

There was a doubt in her eyes: "are you... Wrong?"

Lin Yu started slowly and handed out a fine gilded invitation.

Miss Yingbin took it, glanced at it in a hurry, and bowed in fear: "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

She took half a step forward in a hurry and made a gesture of please.

In the middle of the hall, Chen Hongming was about to go to the second floor when he heard the elegant but respectful voice of the welcome lady behind him: "Mr. Lin, this way, please."

He turned abruptly, his face full of panic