After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

The anger that hadn't had time to dissipate was so choked up in his throat that he couldn't utter a word.

He knew what the purpose of his trip was, but when he saw Zhou Hongfeng's appearance, the psychological construction he had made before had already been swallowed by the flames of anger and collapsed.

Zhou Hongfeng watched his face gradually show bitterness, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"Zhou Cheng," he stood up slowly from the chair, put his hands on the glass, his voice trembled uncontrollably, and his tone was almost humble with a hint of pleading, "What's wrong with your mother?"

Listening to the voice in his ears, Zhou Cheng felt that he was about to be torn apart, his soul seemed to be pulled by countless hands, and the pain was so painful that he was about to suffocate.

He lowered his head, wiped the corners of his eyes for a while, then slowly raised his head, looking at the man's same red eye sockets, his throat was even more sour.

"Mom...she's gone."

Zhou Hongfeng's pupils widened suddenly, and he fell back straight, slumped on a chair, and then threw himself on the marble platform in front of him, crying with his head in his arms.

A man who was nearly fifty years old was crying like a child.

His suppressed and painful cry came from the phone, and Zhou Cheng couldn't help the soreness in the corners of his eyes. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell down his cheeks... After watching Zhou Hongfeng come out, Zhou Cheng returned to the car, cold Sheng Sheng reported He Xiao's company address to the driver.

It was probably because of the killing intent emanating from his body, and his face was so expressionless, the driver couldn't help but look at him a few more times after he responded.

This driver usually stays with him at the villa, and acts as his full-time driver when he travels.

You can go anywhere, just let him follow.

Zhou Cheng leaned on the back seat, watching the scenery passing by outside the car window, the anger that had been subdued before would fill his heart again like a resurgence, burning every nerve in him.

It's just that the angrier he is, the calmer he looks, so calm that he can't even see the clues.

Half an hour later, the black car stopped steadily in front of a building in the city center. The driver got out of the car quickly and opened the rear door.

Zhou Cheng bent down and got out of the car, and walked towards the gate without looking back.

He went straight to the front desk and reported He Xiao's name.

The two front desk ladies looked at each other when they heard him call the president by his name, but because they had seen the president's secretary come downstairs to receive this person with their own eyes, they didn't dare to neglect him for a while, and just called to ask.

After a while, I hung up the phone, smiled and asked him to go upstairs.

Zhou Cheng nodded and thanked him coldly.

Take the elevator to the top floor, and when the door opens, you will see a woman waiting outside.

An Ning was dressed in a beige professional suit, with a just right smile on her face, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. He is in a meeting and may have to wait a while. I'll take you to his office first. This way please."

As he spoke, he made a gesture to signal him to go in the direction of the office.

Zhou Cheng was a little uncomfortable with the politeness shown by the woman, but right now he was so focused on other things that he couldn't care less about it. He followed her to the office and asked aloud, "How long will it take for him to finish work?" ?”

His voice was very cold, and in just a few words, there was a deep cold and hostility that made people's backs shudder.

The smile on An Ning's pretty face froze for a moment, but she quickly realized it, smiled and said, "It will be over soon, please wait for a while."

She led Zhou Cheng into the office, "Sit down for a while, I'll make you a cup of coffee, or do you prefer tea?"

The huge office is almost the same as the memory of the last time I came, with a modern and simple design, and a transparent glass curtain wall on one side.

Zhou Cheng sat down on the gray reception sofa, pursed his pale lips slightly, "Anything is fine."

"Ok."

After the secretary left, Zhou Cheng turned his head and looked at the tall buildings outside the window indifferently.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps by the door, which was different from the crisp sound of the secretary's high-heeled shoes walking on the floor, and it was obviously a man's.

His eyes suddenly sank, and he slowly stood up from the sofa.

When He Xiao walked into the office, he caught sight of the figure sitting on the sofa with deep eyes, raised his thin lips slightly, and walked over with his long legs, "Why are you here—" Before he could finish his sentence, the person in front of him The person suddenly raised his face.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

In the next second, the boy's fast and powerful fist suddenly stretched out in front of his eyes.

He Xiao couldn't dodge in time, or, facing those bloodshot and tear-filled eyes occupied all his thoughts, which led to this situation-he was hit hard on the left side of the cheek.

Zhou Cheng looked at the man who staggered back after being hit, the fist in his hand had not been loosened.

He was panting heavily, every breath was like a knife cutting, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even notice the tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

The secretary who went back and forth with the teacup watched this scene, let out a low cry of fright, and then tightly covered his lips, standing beside them tremblingly looking at the two.

"Why丨?" Zhou Cheng red-eyed, stepped forward step by step, grabbed the man's collar tightly, and pushed him against the wall, "Why do I listen to you in everything, and you still do it! What is my father with you?" Whatever grudges or grievances, it is not enough for you to calculate him, even if he is in prison, you will not let him go!"

The boy's animal-like roar rang almost throughout the entire floor, and even the secretaries in the secretarial office next door jumped in fright when they heard the sound, and looked at each other in horror.

He Xiao was pushed against the wall by him, hit his back hard, and snorted.

He slowly raised his head from the brief dizziness, the left cheek of his handsome face was slightly swollen to the naked eye, the corner of his mouth was also broken, and bright red blood flowed down the wound.

There was a fishy-sweet rusty smell in his mouth. He touched the left cheek with the tip of his tongue and touched the wound. He couldn't help but gasped, "What are you talking about..." Zhou Cheng stared at him, his eyes wide open. The hatred in the depths was about to burst out, "How dare you say it wasn't you? If it wasn't you, why did I go to see him well before, but when you threatened him, something happened to him? Do you think there would be such a coincidence? thing?"

He Xiao finally understood, understood where his sudden anger came from, and suddenly laughed softly.

Zhou Cheng watched the corners of his lips slowly curl up, his eyes tightened, and the knuckles that were pulling on the man's collar loosened little by little.

The next second, he clenched his hands tightly and waved towards the man's cheek again.

Only this time, it was caught by the man's palm.

The broad and strong knuckles wrapped around his hands, tightening them tightly.

He wanted to break free, but the man's fingers did not move at all.

He Xiao wiped away the blood from his mouth with his other hand, and raised his deep eyes very calmly, and immediately stood up straight from the wall, regaining the dominant position with absolute crushing power.

He glanced at the terrified secretary by the door, his black eyes oozing with coolness, "Go out and close the door, no one is allowed in without my permission."

An Ning was still holding the teacup. Hearing the sound, she recovered from her daze, nodded her head hurriedly, and exited the door.

The heavy solid wood door slammed shut with a bang.

The huge space instantly became quiet, and dead silence filled the space between the two of them.

Zhou Cheng clenched his teeth and wanted to withdraw his hand from the man, but because he was not strong enough to fight the man, he could only be brought to him step by step by the man.

He Xiao pulled him closer, lowered his head, his stern face revealed a dangerous aura, almost sticking to his face.

With a hoarse voice, he asked slowly in the same dangerous tone, "You came to see me because you think I touched your father?"

Zhou Cheng paused as he struggled, as if shocked by the man's brazenness, he stared blankly at him, "Are you trying to say it wasn't you?"

Is he trying to play a fool with him now?Or do you think that as long as his acting skills are real enough, he can be easily fooled by him like a fool?

What did he take him for?

He Xiao didn't care about his undisguised eyes as if he was looking at a shameless person, and his tone was still very flat, "Is there any evidence? Since you are so sure, it shouldn't be just a guess. ?”

Just as Zhou Cheng was sure that he must have done it, he was also very sure that he couldn't produce any direct evidence to prove that he did it.

His abnormally flat tone not only did not make Zhou Cheng feel calm, but following his eyes, tone, and the burning flames in his chest, it was already a prairie fire.

Yes, he has no proof.

He is not like him, he does not have a hand to cover the sky, turning his hands is the ability to turn clouds into rain, and he has no ability to find a relationship to investigate all this clearly.

The reason why he is so sure is also because he is the only one who can do this, has the ability, and even has the motivation, from beginning to end.

If you don't doubt him, is there anyone more suspicious than him?

The answer is obvious.

"Evidence," Zhou Cheng was extremely angry, but his face calmed down, and he chuckled self-deprecatingly, "For a person like you, so what if I have evidence? You can put your hands in prison , is there anything you can't do?"

There was a glint of coldness in his eyes, "He Xiao, just think that I have misjudged you. In fact, there is no need for you to use such a behavior to warn me of the consequences of leaving you. I have never doubted But you wouldn't do that, a mercenary and unscrupulous person like you... How could I beat you."

The false mask of calm on the man's face finally cracked with his words.

He Xiao's dark eyes were covered with a layer of gloom, his thin lips opened and closed indifferently, and two syllables with no rhythm came out from his throat, "Really."

"It's all about profit, you don't use any means...very good, you really have more and more impressions of me, but it's just some unpleasant stuff, I've heard too much...it will also annoy me Yes, Chengcheng."