Lose 100 million today

Chuzheng and Xi Jing were talking, and time passed by in a flash. Chuzheng suddenly felt that something was wrong. Even if Peng Wenchao worked overtime, he couldn't work overtime alone, right?

Everyone around Peng Wenchao came out just now, why hasn’t he come out yet?

"Go to bed early, I'm hanging up." Chuzheng said to the person over there, without waiting for the person over there to respond, she directly put down the phone, opened the car door and got out, going straight to the floor where Peng Wenchao was.

At this time, all employees had gone off work, and the entire floor seemed quiet.

Clang——

Something hit the ground in the distant office.

Chuzheng ran over in a few steps and kicked open the office door.

Peng Wenchao was pressed on the table, facing the door, staring with a pair of bloodshot eyes, desperate and frightened.

Suddenly someone broke in. The person holding down Peng Wenchao was startled, and immediately strangled Peng Wenchao's neck harder and tried to strangle him to death.

Chuzheng raised her hand, and a silver light flashed on her wrist. The silver thread rushed towards the person like a snake and wrapped around the other person's wrist.

Chu Zheng's fingertips slightly tightened and she pulled forward.

The opponent stumbled instantly and was forced to let go of Peng Wenchao.

Peng Wenchao slid to the ground and breathed in fresh air.

Almost...

He was almost dead!

Peng Wenchao listened to the sound of fighting outside and immediately retracted his whole body under the desk.

Image?

What is that, does life matter?

There was a thunderous sound outside. Peng Wenchao swallowed his saliva and looked outside.

Before he could see it clearly, an ornament was thrown towards him, and Peng Wenchao jerked his head back.

Wow——

It was like something broke through the glass, and then the sound of fighting disappeared, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind.

Peng Wenchao held his breath and did not dare to go out.

"come out."

Until someone knocked on his desk and heard a slightly familiar voice, Peng Wenchao breathed a sigh of relief and crawled out in embarrassment using his hands and feet.

The office was almost completely destroyed, and one side of the glass was broken.

That person just now... wouldn't have fallen, would he?

With this knowledge, Peng Wenchao subconsciously looked out the window.

The city's neon lights were still shining brightly at night, and it was peaceful at this time. No one knew what had just happened here.

Just like many people died silently in the corners of the city.

"He...he fell?" Peng Wenchao pointed to the window tremblingly.

"Are you still worried about him?"

"..."

Peng Wenchao swallowed and looked at the girl in front of him: "Why did he want to kill me?"

"How do I know? I'm not him."

Wei Yi is different from other people. He will never fight to the death. He will run away immediately when the situation is not right.

Um?

Chuzheng looked at Peng Wenchao.

Peng Wenchao was panting and looking at her with gratitude.

Chuzheng was silent: "Did you find what I wanted?"

"It's done, very soon."

"I can't save you every time. Find a bodyguard yourself." Chuzheng didn't catch Wei Yi and planned to go home. The little guy was still waiting for her at home.

-

Chu Zheng glanced at Peng Wenchao behind her, and finally couldn't help but turn around: "Why are you following me?"

"Safety……"

Peng Wenchao was brought into that space by Wei Yi, but he didn't think Wei Yi was an ordinary person.

He didn't think it was safer to find a bodyguard than to follow Chu Zheng.

"I'm not your bodyguard." Chu Zheng's eyebrows were filled with frost, and she was freezing cold: "Don't follow me anymore."

How could Peng Wenchao listen to Chu Zheng?

He can still think clearly. Since Chuzheng wants to take something from him, it proves that she won't really watch him die.

Just like tonight...

So Peng Wenchao shamelessly followed Chu Zheng back.

Chuzheng: "..."

If it didn't take time, I would have killed you long ago.

-

Chuzheng walked to the door, and as soon as her fingers touched the door, the door opened from the inside. The young man stood in the warm yellow light wearing home clothes, with a sleepy look on his face.

"why are not you sleeping?"

"Wait...wait for you."

The boy yawned and his body swayed, like a puppy about to sleep, showing a bit of cuteness.

Chuzheng's eyes darkened slightly, and she walked through the door. Peng Wenchao wanted to follow, but Chuzheng stretched out his arm and blocked the door frame: "What are you doing?"

"I..." Only then did Peng Wenchao see the young man inside and see clearly the pattern inside, and he couldn't say the next words for a moment.

This is too small...

All three seemed crowded.

Peng Wenchao couldn't immediately express his request to stay for one night.

Of course, Chuzheng didn't give him a chance and closed the door directly.

Peng Wenchao: "..."

The heart feels cold and the heart feels cold.

-

Chuzheng closed the door, and the young man staggered toward her and rushed over to hug him.

"You're back." He said in a low voice, a little aggrieved, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Didn't I let you sleep first?"

The young man hugged her and said in a muffled voice: "I don't want to..."

Chuzheng suddenly felt that this little guy was fragrant and soft... Of course it might be her imagination, but the fragrance was real, with a very light "milky" fragrance and a bit of sweetness, which was particularly good.

"Fear?"

"No." The young man shook his head violently.

"miss me?"

The young man murmured, then nodded after a while: "Yes."

Chuzheng "touched" his head, picked him up and put him under the quilt, lowering his voice: "Hurry up and sleep."

Xi Jing held Chuzheng's hand and didn't let go. Chuzheng sat back next to him: "I haven't washed up yet, you go to bed first."

Xi Jinping groaned, he was probably very sleepy, his eyelids were twitching, he couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

Chuzheng pulled her hand back, tucked him under the quilt, leaned over and touched his forehead like a dragonfly, and then went to wash up in a soft voice.

After Chuzheng finished washing, she walked to the door, opened the curtain next to her, and looked outside.

Mr. Peng, who was wearing a suit and leather shoes, was sitting at the door, looking aggrieved and a little funny.

He was happy to be here, and Chuzheng didn't bother to care about him. He lowered the curtain and slept with his sweet-smelling little one in his arms.

-

The next day.

Xi Jing woke up first. He carefully broke away from Chu Zheng's arms, went down to change clothes, and took the money in the box to buy ingredients for breakfast.

He opened the door softly, and someone fell in from the outside.

Xi Jing was startled and covered his mouth violently to stop himself from screaming.

Peng Wenchao was also awakened, his eyes reflected the young man covering his mouth, and he sat up immediately.

"My...is..."

Peng Wenchao suddenly didn't know how to introduce himself.

"I know, you came back with her." The young man whispered: "Well... why are you sleeping here?"

"Forehead……"

"Xijing, don't talk to irrelevant people."

Xi Jing was startled and looked back at Chu Zheng. The latter sat up at some point and looked at him coldly.

"I know...I know." Xi Jing stumbled and replied, "I...I went shopping."

"Be careful."

"Um……"

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