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Chapter 1546 Tang Shishi's plan!(1/2)

"call…"

More than twenty candles were blown out by Qiu Yiren in one breath.

At this moment, she looked at Chen Zongheng as if she had no intention of doing so: "Mr. Chen, when is your birthday?"

"It's been so long, it seems...I've never seen you celebrate your birthday?"

Chen Zongheng looked indifferent and glanced around.

"none of your business?"

Now, he is already a killing machine-like existence.

Where else do you need a birthday?

These…

They are nothing more than a burden.

At this moment, Qiu Yiren curled her lips and said, "Forget it if you don't say anything, why are you so fierce?"

"Then, you can tell me about your brother, right?"

"What's going on with him...?"

"Shut up."

Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold and his tone became more and more vicious!

Qiu Yiren was stunned for a moment before she remembered...

At a time like today, it seems... not good to mention this.

"Then, I'll just drink."

At this moment, she picked up the red wine bottle with some anger and poured herself a glass...!!

Gudong!

Drink it all in one gulp!

In the goblet, the scarlet wine... bottomed out!

But, at this moment.

Chen Zongheng, however, didn't even look at her. He kept eating his dinner and ate up all the food in front of him...!!

finally.

After finishing that bowl of longevity noodles.

He stood up, turned around... and walked towards the room!

boom!

The door is closed!

Qiu Yiren's eyes were drunk and she poured herself a glass of wine again...!!

Apparently…

There is some resentment.

Gudong!

A glass of red wine, drank it all again!

I do not know how long it has been…

Inside the restaurant.

Qiu Yiren was drinking for herself, and surprisingly... she drank both bottles of red wine!

Wow!

The wine glass fell directly to the ground!

Broken into pieces!

Qiu Yiren leaned back on the chair and fell into drunkenness...!!

Crunch!

The door opened.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were slightly cold, and he stepped forward helplessly and hugged Qiu Yiren...!!

Heading towards the bedroom!

Leaving her here overnight... I'm afraid she'll catch a cold from the cold.

Plop!

Chen Zongheng casually threw Qiu Yiren on the bed, and at the same time... pulled a quilt over and covered her up.

This action…

Almost simple and crude!

After doing all this, Chen Zongheng turned around and walked towards the door!

at this time.

"Well, don't go..."

A low moan sounded.

Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned red, her delicate body struggled, and she didn't know when she grabbed Chen Zongheng's arm...!!

Hold him tightly!

It looks like…

It seems to be a subconscious behavior after being drunk.

Chen Zongheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gently... let go of Qiu Yiren's hand!

boom!

The door is closed!

inside the room.

Completely, plunged into darkness!

At this moment, Qiu Yiren gently opened her eyes in the darkness.

The look on her pretty face is extremely complicated!



The next day.

Confucius Temple.

The streets are bustling with people and tourists everywhere.

Chen Zongheng was dressed in a black suit and walked forward slowly...!!

Qiu Yiren on the side followed closely.

There was a curious look on her pretty face, and she kept looking around.

"Hey, you can ask for lots and burn incense there."

"Let's go and have a look!"

At this moment, Qiu Yiren pointed to the distance, as if he had discovered a novel toy, with a curious expression.

Chen Zongheng naturally doesn't care.

soon.

The figures of the two people appeared in the temple.

The solemn-looking monk looked calm at the moment, "The two donors, are you asking for signatures?"

"Please... go and worship first."

Hear the words.

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she picked up a bunch of lit sandalwood.

White mist curls up.

She bowed slightly and looked solemn.

Then, he inserted the bunch of sandalwood into the copper incense burner.

"The female donor...what kind of signature do you want to ask for?"

"Career, Feng Shui, Luck... it all works."

The gray-robed monk on the side was walking slowly, holding a lottery box in his hand.
To be continued...
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