Although Shang Hai is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time. Now Liu Mingchuan is directly killed by Chen Yuyang. The father and son of the Liu family can only go to the prison cell to spend the second half of their miserable life. All their wealth, status and power are not destined to be with them. The Liu family's group, including finance, media, and the entertainment empire created by Liu Mingchuan, is facing a collapse after learning the news.

If the younger son is not here, I am not here. The person in charge is naturally the eldest son and the second son. However, since there are two sons, there will be some conflicts. Who will decide such a large group? The right to speak will be for individuals. Even Liu Mingchuan's daughter has returned from abroad and joined the fight.

Even if the Liu family's group is over, the Liu family's influence in Hong Kong cannot be underestimated. Once they have no leader, Hong Kong's Hongxing and Dongsheng will start to move. At least it is always good to get a share of the pie. As for Macau's gambling king Stanley Ho and Hong Kong's little superman Li Zekai have all set their sights on them.

For a moment, this place in Hong Kong was very lively.

If Chen Yuyang, who is still in Shanghai, knows that Liu Mingchuan will have such a situation if he kills Liu Mingchuan, he will definitely feel proud and excited about his nonsense. What he wants is this result. Hong Kong with chaotic Asian forces is always better to deal with than Hong Kong with gangs in Asian forces.

It is already late autumn this time, and Shanghai is drizzling with autumn rain. The old friends are clouding with autumn rain and cool. This is all right. The coolness that penetrates the spleen and lungs has begun to feel it bit by bit. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, watching the rain fall from the sky outside the window like lotus seeds, the feeling of sad autumn is looming.

"Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn!" Chen Yuyang held the hot coffee that Zhuge Qingqing had just roasted in his hand, and felt a little more ridiculed. Now he looked into the distance and saw that the place where he stood was not the Lin family, but his sea viewing room in Tangchen Yipin, Shanghai.

Looking through the window, I watched the rain flow into the sea, splashing water, blue, just like the sky, but today's sky is gloomy and gray. However, there is still a kind of river entering the sea, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. On the sea in the distance, white sails floated, rising and falling on the turbulent sea surface. It seemed that the waves were even bigger, and there was danger of a shipwreck.

Such weather is a taboo for sea homework, but if you don’t go to sea today, you will be hungry. Compared to being hungry, you can tolerate anything. Chen Yuyang couldn’t help but sigh that sometimes, not everyone can hope to live in a sea viewing room of tens of millions.

The people's requests are simple, and they don't care where they live, as long as they can fill their stomachs. Thinking of this, a self-deprecating smile began to appear on his face. He silently touched his chin and held an exquisite coffee cup in his hand. The fragrance of Kabukiru continued to gush out.

"Am I considered a corrupt official?" Chen Yuyang said to himself.

The sky became dimmer and extremely dim. With a click, the lightning shone on the sea, and was a little scary by the blue waves. It looked like thunder and fire from the sky. The purple color was a little red, reflecting half of the red glow in the sky, like a burning cloud, very beautiful and beautiful.

I don’t know how long it took, behind Chen Yuyang’s thin shirt, a gentle figure flashed across the snow-like small suit and dress, which looked very energetic and had an indescribable charm. His hair, which was as long as a black waterfall, exuded the aroma of zhilan and draped on his shoulders, was not very lazy, but very energetic.

Zhuge Qingqing rarely dresses like this, and her face is light makeup, but even if she doesn't wear makeup, she is still beautiful, like a lotus, which is perfect to describe in a poem. The lotus comes out of the clear water and is naturally decorated. However, today's outfit has a little more charm.

The snow-white suit just wrapped around her graceful figure, with a concave and stylish look, and the small leather shoes under her feet were whispering, like an official girl. This kind of temptation or a white-collar worker's temptation is indeed a bit unbearable, but if she wears a flat-glossy black glasses, it will be even more like it.

Zhuge Qingqing held a black windbreaker in her hand, full of hair and very warm. She stood behind Chen Yuyang, silently draped on him, and then a pair of cold little hands, like a prank, surrounded the man's waist with a smile, and couldn't help but stick the whole body up, and said softly: "It's a little cold in Qiuyu, so wear more clothes!"

Chen Yuyang nodded subconsciously, but soon felt the cold air coming from the girl's hand. He frowned with some pain, put down the exquisite glass coffee cup in his hand, and pressed a pair of warm big hands on the girl's cold little hand, and said with some resentment: "You, don't you know how to wear more? Really?"

Zhuge Qingqing was not angry after hearing this complaint. There was a kind of sweetness of a girl coming to her heart. Her little head was pressed against Chen Yuyang's wide back, and she seemed to be a little coquettish and rubbed for a while. Maybe just like this, life would be good. Zhuge Qingqing didn't care about what Chen Yuyang was and what the number one person in the army, he only cared about this person.

Time began to calm down little by little in the girl's heart, and condensed. If it was like this for a lifetime and could not reach the end, how great it would be!

Zhilan's breath was slowly revealed, and he was blew mischievously in Chen Yuyang's ear, making him feel itchy, and his heart was itchy. The naughty smile behind him stuck out his tongue, and there was a naughty smile on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered: "Yuyang, I just want you to hurt like this. My hands are very cold, but your hands are very warm. I like it very much. If my hands stop being cold one day, you will not warm my palms!"

Chen Yuyang didn't understand what the logic was, but he still smiled and said, "How about I warm my palms for you all my life?"

Zhuge Qingqing was slightly excited and nodded immediately and said, "Okay!"

The lovers were so tender for a while, then found a place to sit down. Chen Yuyang sat on the sofa, and Zhuge Qingqing sat intimately on the man's lap, with a scent of his little head, and still leaned on the man's chest, and from time to time, he even naughtyly drew circles on his chest, as if this was a very fun thing.

Facing Zhuge Qingqing, Chen Yuyang had a helpless smile or a self-mockery smile. Zhuge Qingqing must be a noble princess in front of others, but in front of him, it seemed like the innocent little girl. If no one asked, no one would suspect that her age would be greater than her! Thinking about it, he laughed again.

Zhuge Qingqing looked at Chen Yuyang's smile and looked at him with some resentment and said, "These days, you either go out to do things, or you just watch the sea here, and ignore others." As he said that, his beautiful body kept rubbing, as if he wanted to say something, his little face became rosy.

Chen Yuyang laughed, rubbed the long hair behind the girl and said, "Are you considered a boudoir complaint?" hf();
Chapter completed!