Ultimate Pawn

In the nearby evening, there was a drizzle in Shanghai and Shanghai.

A dusty sky, misty drizzle enveloped the south of the Yangtze River.

In the drizzle, the black Mercedes-Benz caravan slowly drove on the rain-screened streets.

The Yiren under the umbrella sighed in the misty and rainy Jiangnan.

At this moment, Qiu Yiren, sitting in the Mercedes-Benz, with beautiful eyes... but gently staring at the rain curtain outside the window.

The windows of the car were wet with rain, dripping down.

Her eyes looked out the window complicatedly, without focusing, as if there was something on her mind.

The turmoil in the south of the Yangtze River left her in a quagmire from beginning to end.

The tight nerves made her very weak. She is just a woman.

No matter how strong the appearance is, she is still a woman.

Chen Zongheng, An Ran sat aside calmly.

There was a Chinese cigarette in his mouth.

In the midst of the fog, he glanced at the woman beside him with light from the corner of his eye.

In fact, Qiu Yi is a very beautiful woman.

Mature, confident, and wise.

If you put aside her identity as the group president, then... With her image and temperament, even if compared with the popular first-line actresses, it is not inferior.

But today's Qiu Yi people seem a little tired.

The confident and mature aura seemed to have disappeared. Sitting in the car, she was like a weak woman in need of care.

The spirit is weak, and the weak is pity.

This, perhaps... was her true state after she removed her superficial strength.

The high heels under her feet were kicked off, and she was sitting in the car with her bare black silk feet, quietly looking at the rain curtain outside the car window.

This short silence can make her... rest for a while.

In the carriage, there is a faint woman Qianxiang floating on her.

Before she knew it, her eyes were tired, and then... that long blue hair leaning against the car window glass...

She just leaned in front of the car window and fell into sleep...

I don't know how long it took before Qiu Yi was gently awakened by the driver.

"Miss, I'm home." The uncle driver whispered from the front row.

Qiu Yiren was confused and opened his eyes.

She straightened her body slightly, but found... She was wearing a black suit jacket?

Qiu Yiren was taken aback for a moment, which is?

There was a faint smell of tobacco on the suit jacket.

This is Mr. Chen's clothes.

But why does Mr. Chen... put his suit jacket on himself?

Is it because, when I saw myself falling asleep, I was afraid that I would... catch a cold?

The more Qiu Yi people think about it, the more they feel outrageous.

This is probably impossible.

After all, he was... such a cold person.

Mr. Chen is as cold as a mountain.

How is it possible to take care of people?

She turned to look to her side, the man was not in the car, he should have gotten out of the car.

"What's this coat?" Qiu Yiren folded the coat carefully, then put on high heels and stepped out of the car.

"Miss, this is Mr. Chen's coat. He saw you just asleep, so he took the initiative to take off his clothes and put them on you." said the uncle driver.

"Huh?" Hearing the driver's words, Qiu Yiren...a bit dumbfounded and a little confused.

After all, really that man?

But, it's...very incredible.

That man, on weekdays... he feels strenuous even to say a word to himself. He almost spares words and money, and it's cold like an ice sculpture.

A man who is so cold, today...he put on a coat for him for an unprecedented time, to prevent him from catching a cold?

This.

Is the sun coming out from the west?

"Mr. Chen, what about the others?" Qiu Yiren carefully folded the suit jacket, and then asked.

"Mr. Chen said, let the young lady finish the meal first. You don't need to wait for him. He goes out to do something." The driver truthfully told the original words of Chen Zong to Qiu Yi.

Ok? Go out for errands?

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes froze for a moment, and a suspicious thought flashed through.

"I'm so angry! That little white-faced stinky guy drove my sports car away again!" Not far away, my sister Qiushuang rushed out of the garage angrily, her face full of anger.

Her most beloved Aston Martin sports car... was sneaked away by the man again.

This car had just been bought for less than a month, but she was...never willing to drive it once.

...

The drizzle was hazy, and the south of the Yangtze River was evening.

Shanghai City, inside the Peace Hotel.

A grand tofu feast for the clan is being held.

Jiangnan custom, three days before the corpse of the deceased was cremated, when the soul of the deceased was dying.

All relatives, friends, and guests should be invited to take off their old clothes, change their white clothes, and tie the shoulders with white threads, the number of which is equal to the age of the pawn. Then, condolences to the deceased's body. Finally, we have a dinner together, called the tofu feast.

Also known as a farewell banquet.

This dinner is intended to say goodbye to the dead and see off.

Go all the way well on Huangquan Road.

At this time, the entire hotel in the Peace Hotel has been booked by the Huang family.

The second son of the Huang family, the last show before the cremation of Huang Honghui's body, a tofu feast of condolences, is being held.

The entrance of the hotel was filled with white wreaths of condolences, paper figures, and various valuable gifts.

These are all gifts from the guests who came to the dinner party.

The final farewell before the cremation of the deceased, naturally... is to send a thin gift.

And this tofu feast of the second son of the Huang family can be said to affect the whole city.

The Huang family, the power is overwhelming. Spread throughout the south of the Yangtze River.

As a result, almost all the big names in Jiangnan City were present.

One after another luxury cars parked in front of the restaurant.

The guests were carrying honorable gifts, and at the same time they did not forget to give the deceased a bouquet of wreaths.

This tofu feast is more like a feast to curry favor with the Huang family.

People tried everything they could to try to send precious and rare treasures to cling to the Huang family.

However, in this drizzle night.

A slender white Aston Martin sports car came slowly from a distance.

The sports car with a low engine roar and angelic headlights brightened the gloomy streets.

The Aston Martin sports car slowly stopped in front of the Peace Hotel.

The frameless door opened, and a slender and elegant young figure slowly got out of the car.

Chen Zongheng has a neat white shirt, a black tie at the neckline, a pair of slender suit pants, and shiny leather shoes.

But only, a suit jacket is missing.

With a light stroke of his right hand, a black umbrella slowly opened.

He stood in the drizzle curtain.

Behind the Aston Martin sports car, three full trucks followed.

I don't know what's in the truck, but it seems that the weight is very heavy. The wheels of the three trucks are a little heavy.

Holding an umbrella, Chen Zong slowly came to the three trucks.

"The cargo, isn't it damaged?" He slowly asked under the umbrella, his eyes still calm.

"Don't worry, sir, the goods are in order. Are we sending in now?" the truck driver asked.

"Don't worry, you guys...wait for me outside." Chen Zongheng looked faintly, holding an umbrella with his right hand and a cigarette with his left hand.

"When I go in first, I have a bite of potluck, and then I'll talk." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked slowly towards the hotel entrance under an umbrella.

Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River sees Hongfei, and the Shanghai and the sea are peaceful.

He was only dressed in a white shirt.

Holding a black umbrella, through the drizzle, walked to the door of the Peace Hotel.

‘Boom...! When he closed his umbrella and stepped into the hotel’s door, a thunderous thunder came out of the drizzle night sky.

Early summer, the first thunder.

"Are you here to attend the tofu feast of Huang Er Gongzi?" Several waiters and waiters came forward and asked at the entrance of the hotel.

The waiters also wore white linen with twine on their shoulders. To show respect for the dead.

Chen Zongheng closed his umbrella and nodded slowly.

Huangjia Tofu Banquet, not...anyone can attend.

Must be related to the Huang family. Must be the top class in this city to be eligible to enter the banquet.

The waiters glanced at him, and saw that he was dressed upright, dressed in white, and got off a sports car. It was not suspicious.

After all, this is Huang's tofu feast.

Who would dare to come here to pretend to attend Huang's tofu feast?

This is tantamount to death.

Therefore, the waiters naturally have no doubts.

So, let go at the door.

That's it for Chen Zongheng, in white clothes faintly, walking slowly towards the hotel.

"Wait." At this moment, the waiter at the door suddenly called him.

"Where is the white flower on your shoulder?" the waiter asked abruptly.

Indeed, the guests who came to mourn the feast will put a white flower of condolences on their shoulders to show their memory.

However, there was none on Chen Zongheng's shoulder.

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