"Why are you backing away?"

Qiu Yiren was sitting on the bank of the river, her beautiful eyes a little drunk, blinking and looking at Chen Zongheng.

She was obviously a little drunk. She was a little confused and her speech was a little out of control.

"You're drunk." Chen Zongheng looked at the woman with calm eyes and said.

"I'm not drunk. Come here."

Qiu Yiren's pretty face flushed drunkenly, and she suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Zongheng's arm.

Then, she dragged Chen Zongheng directly to the river bank.

"Sit down and drink with me." Qiu Yiren pressed Chen Zongheng on the river bank, and then handed him the half bottle of rice wine she had drunk.

Chen Zongheng's face looked strange.

He tried to get angry, but...he didn't know where the anger came from.

This woman dares to order the God of Death like this?

This is extremely bold.

But for the first time, Chen Zongheng couldn't get angry.

Holding the wine bottle that this woman drank from, Chen Zongheng felt helpless and shook his head.

He has a mysophobia, and he will not touch the cups or bottles that a woman has touched for a second time.

The two of them just sat on the shore.

Dark night, dotted with stars.

The scene on the river bank is a bit gentle.

"Give me your shoulder to lean on." After Qiu Yiren finished speaking, she suddenly leaned her head... obliquely on Chen Zongheng's shoulder.

this.

The scene at this moment seemed to have stopped for an instant.

Chen Zongheng was stunned as if he had turned to stone.

Killings on the battlefield, bloodbath in the West.

Ever since he became the ‘god of death’.

He never came into contact with any woman again.

His hands are filled with souls.

Underfoot were countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But today, it was the first time... that a woman dared to put her head... on his shoulder.

This is simply audacious.

Qiu Yiren was so drunk that she rested her head on his shoulder.

The long hair is slanted, with a nice hair fragrance.

Chen Zongheng was a little stiff and didn't know how to deal with this embarrassing situation.

Push this woman away?

This woman looked drunk now, and he was afraid that she would fall into the river before she could stand firm.

Don't push it away?

Just staying in a stalemate is not an option.

The majestic 'God of Death', at this moment, is trapped by a woman's problem.

She was just like a little bird, resting quietly on Chen Zongheng's shoulder.

She snatched the bottle from Chen Zongheng's hand and continued drinking.

Gradually, her eyes became moist again.

Filled with fog.

She was like this, drinking and crying.

Warm tears fell on Chen Zongheng's shoulders.

His suit shirt got wet...

The two of them just sat by the river for who knows how long.

The tourists and pedestrians around... gradually left.

Then, on the entire Bund Huangpu River, only these two figures were left, still sitting together.

It should be said that they are cuddling together.

Qiu Yiren rested on Chen Zongheng's shoulder.

Chen Zongheng was motionless and stiff. He tried to get angry, but he had been brewing for more than half an hour and still couldn't get angry.

The woman next to him was extremely drunk.

She just leaned on his shoulder, her beautiful eyes closed gently, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.

This woman...seems like she drinks pretty well?

At least you won't get drunk and cause trouble?

Chen Zongheng thought this in his heart.

Looking at her long and beautiful eyelashes, they were gently twined. A faint fragrance was floating in the air, and Chen Zongheng could smell it.

In the past, he was very disgusted with women.

Beauty is like withered bones, color is like a knife.

Since ancient times, empty color has no good ending.

Therefore, he almost never wants to touch women again in his life.

However, at this moment, Chen Zongheng was... inexplicably entangled with a woman.

I was forced to have no choice but to take care of this woman...

at the same time.

Behind him, bodyguard Yang Feng and his men were also rushing towards the river bank.

They sat in the car and waited for the lady for three hours, but she still didn't come back.

For safety reasons, Yang Feng led his men to the river bank to search.

Then, Yang Feng and a group of bodyguards saw an extremely tender and affectionate scene on the bank of the river.

Then...that Qianying...is the eldest lady??

The eldest lady... actually, actually... leaned on Mr. Chen's shoulder??

this.

What's happening here?

Yang Feng and his bodyguard men's eyes widened.

The scene in front of me was really shocking.

The eldest lady has always been alone in her emotional life. She has never had any boyfriends or scandals.

But this time tonight.

The eldest lady is actually dating Mr. Chen?

"Boss?! What's going on?" One of the bodyguard men stared, his voice confused.

Yang Feng reached out and slapped him hard on the back of the head.

"What's going on?! Why are you meddling in your own business? Turn around and get back in the car!" Yang Feng shouted softly, then turned around and left quietly with his men.

"Remember, no one is allowed to reveal what happened tonight!" Yang Feng was nervous and worried, and warned his subordinates again!

This scene tonight is a big deal.

If it is spread, I am afraid that the entire Shanghai and Jiangnan will be shaken.

The most beautiful CEO in Shanghai... Qiu Yiren, actually... the famous beauty has a master?

Regardless of whether it's true or not, regardless of how the eldest lady's relationship is progressing.

This news must be kept secret.

Riverside.

Chen Zongheng sat there, letting the woman sleep on his shoulder.

A gentle river breeze blew by.
To be continued...