Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold, like sharp swords, staring at her.

No words, no words.

Just one gaze made Qiu Yiren's pretty face turn pale, her heartbeat speed up, and she panicked.

This woman is becoming less and less aware of her status.

It seems that it is time to declare our status and sovereignty.

Let this woman know, between the two of them, who should...who should obey orders?

"I'm sorry...sir." Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned pale as she apologized again and again.

Her heart was beating fast. She was really... frightened by Mr. Chen's cold appearance at this time.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold and he just... stared at her... for a long time.

"Pig woman, remember your identity."

He slowly took out a cigarette and lit it, "Who, who am I taking orders from?"

Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned pale, she was so frightened by Chen Zongheng's terrifying aura that she dared not speak.

Chen Zongheng slowly blew out a smoke ring, then turned around and left on his leather shoes.

Qiu Yiren was left alone, standing blankly at the door of the Ziyuan villa area.

Her pretty face turned pale and complex, she turned her head and looked at Mr. Chen's leaving figure.

At that moment, she felt that her whole heart was about to jump out of her chest. It felt like she was facing a terrifying Shura.

After a long time, she finally... came back to her thoughts.

But at this moment, she suddenly reacted?

Wait... shouldn't it be that Mr. Chen... takes orders from her?

She is the leader.

She is the boss!

Mr. Chen, isn't he just her subordinate?

Thinking of this, Qiu Yiren's heart at this moment...

Taking a deep breath, she stepped on her high heels and returned to the Qiu family villa with complicated emotions.

At this time, it is three o'clock in the afternoon.

She hadn't slept all night and she was already very sleepy.

I hurried back home and needed to catch up on some sleep.

After Qiu Yiren returned home, she immediately called her father and reported the situation last night.

When he heard his daughter's report on the phone, the father fell silent.

Unexpectedly, all the troubles were caused by this overseas mercenary.

Qiu Huaihai originally had good intentions to protect his daughter, but in the end... it turned out to be a bad thing.

On the phone, my father sighed helplessly and complicatedly, his voice becoming a bit older.

Qiu Yiren comforted her father a few words, telling him not to worry in the company, and then hung up the phone.

Qiu Yiren took off her clothes and came to the bathtub in the bathroom with her naked body.

The nanny has already made a milk bath for her.

Qiu Yiren lay down in the bathtub and let the mild milk soak her body.

But the moment she closed her eyes.

In my mind, the scene of the horrific killing battlefield from last night suddenly appeared.

That turbulent scene kept reappearing in her mind.

Qiu Yiren opened her eyes, feeling complicated and confused.

The thrilling killing last night was almost... like a dream to her.

incredible.

She is just an ordinary person, and she has only been involved in business disputes in her life.

She never thought that one day she would suddenly experience such a horrific killing scene.

It turns out that under the peaceful exterior in the hot summer, there is actually such chaos overseas.

It's shocking.

Qiu Yiren was lying in the bathtub with mixed emotions.

At this time, the warm milk in the bathtub soaked into her skin, but her emotions were still extremely complicated.

I originally wanted to rest for a while in the milk bath, but I had no intention of doing so.

She took the Huawei waterproof hand from the side, took her mobile phone, and logged in to WeChat.

She tried and sent a WeChat message to Mr. Chen.

[Qiu Yiren: Sir, are you asleep? 】

However, the other party’s WeChat message did not reply for a long time.

After half a day, the other party... just replied with a message:

【Chen Zongheng: Yes.】

The reply has only one word, ‘Yes’.

Simple to understand.

this……

Qiu Yiren:......

This is too perfunctory and careless.

How reluctant to chat is this?

Qiu Yiren was a little speechless.

She clicked on Mr. Chen's WeChat profile picture, but found that his WeChat account didn't even have a profile photo.

The WeChat avatar is just an official green symbol.

This man is really lazy to the extreme.

Don’t even bother to change your avatar on WeChat?

Qiu Yiren subconsciously clicked into the circle of friends to take a look.

Sure enough, Chen Zongheng's WeChat circle of friends was completely blank.

There is no news.

This man is simply blank.

Identity, background, everything is blank.

Qiu Yiren bit her red lips with silver teeth, clicked on the WeChat friend notes, and changed Mr. Chen's WeChat name to [Steel Straight Man].

She did not disturb Mr. Chen again, did not dare to chat privately, and directly exited the WeChat interface.

Lying on the bathtub, Qiu Yiren's mind kept thinking about the scene last night.

Suddenly, she heard the name that the group of foreigners called Mr. Chen last night?

That group of foreigners, it seems, called Mr. Chen...'the god of death?'

Qiu Yiren suddenly remembered.

Yes, that's the name.

grim Reaper?

Is this Mr. Chen’s nickname?

Why did he use the God of Death as his nickname?

This name sounds creepy.

Qiu Yiren subconsciously opened her Huawei phone, clicked on Baidu, and searched for information about the 'God of Death'. She wanted to try to find any clues about Mr. Chen.

However, searches on Baidu only include all Taoist and religious information.

[The God of Death...is the King of Hades in ancient Egyptian mythology, the god of plants, agriculture and fertility, and Heliopolis, one of the Nine Pillars.]

[He was an enlightened pharaoh during his lifetime. He was killed by his jealous brother Set, the god of the desert. Fortunately, he was mummified and resurrected by Anubis. 】

[He later became the Lord of the Underworld and the Judge of Death. He is the giver of civilization and the King of the Underworld, and he is the judge of whether people can obtain eternal life after death. 】

this?
To be continued...