late at night.

Shanghai International Airport.

A cross-border air flight from India to the hot summer roared slowly from the eastern sky.

In the darkness, the international flight... slowly landed at Shanghai International Airport.

The cabin door opened, and Chen Zongheng, dressed in a straight suit, slowly walked down the flight steps.

In the morning, his fighter jet collided with the Divine Phoenix and was destroyed.

Falling into the Arabian Sea, deserted.

He swam dozens of kilometers up the sea before he found a fishing boat.

Borrowing a fishing boat, we returned to the coastal country of the Arabian Sea, India.

I took an international flight from India and flew back to Shanghai overnight.

At the same time, the international situation overseas is becoming increasingly turbulent.

Atlantic Ocean launched a new round of economic sanctions against YL.

Trying to curb yl's nuclear weapons development process.

From the moment that drone dropped a missile and blew up YIL's ​​top military command.

The entire Mediterranean has been in complete turmoil, unprecedented.

However, these have nothing to do with Chen Zongheng.

The mission has ended.

The life and death of other people has nothing to do with him.

He lit a cigarette and got off the plane.

"Sir, can you add me on WeChat?"

At this moment, a beautiful stewardess suddenly ran up behind her on high heels.

Her voice was somewhat expectant, and her beautiful eyes looked at Chen Zongheng.

Just now on the plane, she noticed this man at a glance.

The cold temperament made her heart flutter.

So I couldn't help but want to take the initiative to ask about WeChat.

But Chen Zongheng was as cold as a mountain and glanced at her lightly.

Just pass her by...

An affair?

For him, it's not necessary.

He came to the corner of the airport, in front of the black Jaguar Xes coupe.

A few days ago, he flew away in a J-20 fighter jet, and the black Jaguar sedan was parked at the airport.

Open the door and get in the car.

"Buzz~!" The furious engine started.

Chen Zongheng stepped on the accelerator, and the Jaguar Xes suddenly flicked its tail and sped away...

Half an hour later.

The black XES car drove into the Ziyuan mansion area of ​​Shanghai City.

Driving a car, he slowly parked in front of his villa.

Opening the door of the villa, Chen Zongheng slowly entered the house with cold eyes.

There was a faint fragrance floating in the air in the villa hall.

It's a woman's breath.

In the past few days, Youmei has taken his place and performed the task of protecting Qiu Yiren.

Therefore, Youmei lives in his villa.

Chen Zongheng lit a cigarette, turned and walked towards his bedroom.

But as soon as he opened the bedroom door, he was stunned.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, the slanting moonlight pours in, and you can clearly see... a delicate figure lying on the bed in the bedroom.

That beautiful figure is wrapped in a quilt, lying on her bed like a vixen?

Charming?

Chen Zongheng's pupils condensed.

Before he left, he clearly warned this woman!

You cannot move in your own bedroom!

Chen Zongheng even locked his bedroom.

Other bedrooms were arranged for Youmei.

But, this woman?!

Actually, he ignored his own words.

How dare you just lie in your bedroom like this?!

This is simply!

Chen Zongheng's eyes turned cold and he knocked hard on the door!

'Boom boom boom!'

"Get up." His voice was as cold as ice and he uttered two words.

But it's like a sharp sword.

He has mysophobia.

What he hates most is when other people are lying on his bed.

Even if the person in front of me is a charming and charming beauty.

On the bed in the bedroom, Yun Yin stretched slightly and opened her beautiful eyes.

The pair of dark green pupils looked at Chen Zongheng.

"God of Death...you're back~??" Yun Yin's voice was very soft, as if it had an inexplicable charm.

Her green pupils stared into Chen Zongheng's eyes.

In an instant, the entire bedroom fell silently into her hypnosis.

Is she trying to hypnotize the God of Death?

From the moment she stood up, opened her eyes, and spoke.

The entire action process instantly enters hypnosis.

If an ordinary man had seen her voluptuous and charming appearance at this moment, he would have been hypnotized to death, and he would have been unable to help but kneel and lick her on the spot.

Unfortunately, the one standing in front of her was the God of Death.

Chen Zongheng stood at the door of the bedroom. At this moment...in front of his eyes, countless fragrant winds seemed to be blowing by.

The scenery in front of me became charming, and the gentleness of the woman seemed to be burning in front of my eyes.

This is all the effect of ghostly hypnosis.

During hypnosis, people's brain waves will lose control.

Thus, hallucinations occur.

At this time, in Chen Zongheng's eyes, those pictures were all hallucinations incarnate.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold and he didn't pay attention to the hallucination in front of him at all.

He stepped forward directly to the bed in the bedroom, pulled off the quilt, grabbed Yun Yin's neck, and lifted her up from the bed.

In an instant, all the illusions in front of me disappeared!

The bedroom was pitch dark again. Only the faint moonlight outside the window shone down.

"Cough... let me go..." Yun Yin's entire neck was pinched by him, and his snow-white neck was instantly suppressed, making him unable to breathe.

Under that snow-white nightgown, her delicate body was struggling in the air, looking weak and weak.

"Get out of my room." Chen Zongheng's voice was cold, he pinched Yun Yin's neck and said coldly.

And, at this moment.

Suddenly, Yun Yin, who was struggling, gradually became weak and weak, and unexpectedly... just like that... was pinched by Chen Zongheng and passed out?
To be continued...