Bait

When is it time? Maintaining a smile, "Then what do you mean?"

"Wait a second."

She persisted, "How long will you wait?"

Chen Chongzhou looked at her blankly, "I can't promise you time. Marriage, childbirth, divorce, including death, don't have to be subject to the agreement step by step."

"You have 1 excuses to consume each other, right?" Shi Li lifted his chin, "You have been playing tricks on me and the He family, and you have no intention of marrying. Stepping on the power and connections of the He family to achieve your business purpose, you will simply withdraw."

The man wiped the dark blue dial, but did not respond.

"However, I also tricked you. You guessed correctly about a truth about me."

Chen Chongzhou's tone was dull, "You like men."

When is it time? With a smug face, "In love, winning by surprise is a way to take down a prey and weaken your guard. I should have succeeded."

He propped his forehead, also smiling, "Do you think you got away with it?"

"You did question me, didn't you end up in my hands? You like to gamble, and you dare to bet even if you have a one-point chance of winning, but unfortunately, you can't get rid of me anymore." She crawled on the desk and lowered herself And Shang looked up at him, "My only excuse is false, you have no weight to suppress me. And that dancing Miss Bai is an actor I hired to confuse you."

Chen Chongzhou's face was calm, and there was no trace of turbulence, "I said before, you know how to judge the situation and wait for the opportunity."

When is it time to raise eyebrows lightly, "What about your old love?"

"Which."

She winked and motioned to the door.

"Better than Ni Ying."

She was curious, "What about Bi Shen Zhen?"

Chen Chongzhou laughed inexplicably, "Actually, I don't know her very well."

"You will fall in love with a woman you don't understand. Mr. Chen Er is very bold."

He tapped the pen holder on the corner of the table absent-mindedly, "The most charming part of emotion is its unpredictable mood. If you understand it too thoroughly, your love will drop sharply."

"Teachable." When did he applaud, "Whether it's absurd or sincere, I need to remind you, please attend the wedding ceremony on time, I am the best at killing people."

Chen Chongzhou laughed, "Really."

She whispered, "70% of Fucheng's assets are in Swiss banks, and the account name is an English name. Are you also kept in the dark? My sister tried her best to find out the details of the Chen family. You are my husband. We Husband and wife live and die together, even if Fucheng collapses, as long as my sister does not fail, this huge sum of money will always be safe and sound. If you are another woman's husband, then this huge sum of money will guide Chen Ling, who is honest and upright, to take Fu Cheng down step by step. Sincerely push it to the bright side.”

Chen Chongzhou remained indifferent, "Is there any problem with transferring assets overseas, buying real estate, and opening cross-border enterprises?"

"Of course not. The key point is that the assets transferred by Chen Zheng are not used for these. He doesn't have a company overseas." Shi Li smiled, "Businessmen, how many are completely clean, it depends on who is unlucky. Being targeted by Chen Ling, Fucheng is about to suffer."

After speaking, she walked away.

Chen Chongzhou's eyes were fixed on the shaking door, and after a long time, he got up and left.

The air in the corridor is filled with the smell of thin Hollandaise, which is Ni Ying's favorite cigarette for women.

He stopped and looked in the direction of the skylight.

The woman's long black hair hung down like a waterfall, her red lips bit her cigarette butt, and she squinted at him, "Your city is so deep, you will be counted one day."

Chen Chongzhou put one hand in his pocket and walked towards the elevator without saying a word.

Ni Ying followed, "She has a simple love history, she didn't lie to you, the one surnamed Bai is her trick to catch you."

He tilted his head, "You already knew."

She smiled, "Did you forget? I'm in the entertainment industry, drama, dance, you can't hide it from me." She stood on tiptoe and clung to his shoulders, "You are the one who spent thousands of dollars to make me famous and make me smile of."

Chen Chongzhou stared at her, and with a gesture of his hand, Ni Ying let the force knock her back.

She looked directly at his back, "Are you talking about a deal?"

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

Ni Ying turned the lighter unhurriedly, "Chen Zhiyun is a cunning old man who wants to monopolize Fucheng all by himself. First, he will abolish the eldest house, and then you will be abolished. Although Chen Yuan has great talent, but lacks viciousness, he is not his opponent."

"Your tricks, Chen Zhiyun can use them, may not be able to catch my eyes." Chen Chongzhou turned sideways, "Bohua and the underground bank, these two lines are tied to the wives of the two private companies, you bought the bank's in advance Boss, arranged for highly skilled Macau gamblers to design a game of cards to lock Mrs. Liang and squeeze out more than six million yuan from her. She couldn't fill the hole, so you helped her in time and boarded her ship smoothly."

Ni Ying was stunned, "Are you investigating me?"

"When you hit my head with an idea, you should have foreseen today. You marry Chen Zhiyun, and jointly seek what I want, and persecuting Shen Zhen hurts the blood of the Chen family. Naturally, I will no longer show mercy to you."

Until this moment, Ni Ying fully realized that Chen Chongzhou was getting farther and farther away from him.

Between them, there are piles of insurmountable debts, with thorns and bruises all over their bodies.

She couldn't make it through, no matter how it was repaired, stitched, turned a blind eye, a broken mirror, there will always be cracks.

***

Shen Zhen made an appointment with a former client to discuss outsourcing projects to earn a commission, and returned home at ten o'clock.

The voice-activated light in the corridor failed. She stood on the steps and took out her mobile phone. The flashlight flashed brightly, and the light bulb unexpectedly turned on again.

The building type of the nearby community is one ladder with three households, two households face south, and one household faces west. Between the safety passage and the recess of the west unit door, there is a silhouette of a man hidden.

Tall and wide, shrouded in a dim halo that flickers on and off.

The cold wind poured in, and the electric switch crackled, as if the wick had burst. The noise woke Shen Zhen up, and she instinctively rushed downstairs.

The man reacted quickly, blocked her way with a few steps, grabbed his arm and wrapped it around his soft waist.

Shen Zhen felt his protruding chest pressing against her spine, bursting out with hot and stretching strength, twisting her, wrapping her, and then devouring her unscrupulously.

She was flustered and unable to escape.

The dew was deeper, and the man's cashmere coat was also soaked with dew, and the oozing coolness spread over the skin, as if there were two heavens of ice and fire.

The temperature of his lips seemed to be there, half empty and half full, lingering along her neck, hot breath sprayed in the ears, serious and flirtatious, "Why are you running?"

Shen Zhen stiffened abruptly.

The bridge of the man's nose was buried in her hair that was floating against the wind, "Kidnapped."

He deliberately changed the original sound, but it was still very familiar. Shen Zhen struggled to turn his head, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on. The man noticed it and locked her even tighter.

"If you are not honest, you will tear up the ticket on the spot."

Shen Zhen suffocated, his mind went blank, "Tie me up...but I don't have any money."

"Money can't redeem you."

She couldn't help trembling, "What do you want?"

His voice is restrained and honest, and every word hits his heart, "I want your heart."

The masculine fragrance mixed with luocha and white sandalwood is like a stick of ancient sandalwood in an ancient temple that no one cares about.

The Buddha-nature without desires, the demonic nature of turning the mortal world upside down, and the ambitious and violent nature, all fit crazily and vividly with this man who is full of conquest and restraint behind him.

He is definitely not a kidnapper.

"You..." Shen Zhen clutched his sleeve, a man's face flashed in his mind, it seemed familiar, "You are Chen Yuan."

Hearing this, let go.

"You scared me!" She turned her head and stroked her chest vigorously, "What are you doing hiding there?"

Chen Yuan couldn't help laughing, "Are you really scared?"

"My mother stays in the mahjong parlor all night, and I've been afraid of ghosts since I lived alone since I was a child." Shen Zhen pulled the door lock, and he followed behind. The moment the door closed, his arms crossed, "I was wrong, just kidding."

She was annoyed, "Forgive you, I won't give it away."

"Won't you buy me a glass of water?" Chen Yuan leaned against the door frame, "I drove here from Nanjiang Bridge and was thirsty for an hour."

His lips did develop dry lines, and Shen Zhen is not a hard-hearted woman, "After drinking, go."

"Okay." He smiled very strongly, "Auntie won't come back tonight."

"No." Shen Zhen replied casually, "After visiting the morning market in the morning, I stopped by to buy salted bean curd and pancakes."

He took off his coat and put it on the hanger in the entrance. Shen Zhen took the keys, and his eyes unintentionally passed over his body. The orange warm lamp in the living room made him gentle and elegant.

Chen Yuan is usually dressed in suits and leather shoes, and rarely wears a sweater. He is angular and heroic, and the more upright and resolute he is in business attire, the more majestic he is.On the contrary, Chen Chongzhou is especially suitable for the cool and handsome beige, gray and blue.

However, his appearance is also unique.

"This residential area is an old house from the 70s?" Chen Yuan stood in front of the balcony and opened the curtains.

"There is a family compound, there is a relocation house, and across the river is a newly built commercial and residential apartment." Shen Zhen opened the refrigerator, "Drink lemonade?"

"I don't like sweet and sour."

She suddenly remembered something, "You have a stomach problem."

He turned around, slightly surprised, "You still remember."

Shen Zhen didn't take it seriously, "I have a good memory."

Chen Yuan took a seat on the sofa, "I hope you don't explain, the silent answer is worth my expectation and aftertaste."

"It's also easy to cause misunderstanding." She turned back to the living room.

He is not discouraged, "It's okay to have beautiful misunderstandings. Many of the most thrilling loves in the world start from misunderstandings."

"In the company... are you not angry?"

She returned the gift intact, with an attitude of drawing a line. At that time, he was obviously powerless and angry about it.

Chen Yuan looked at her, "I won't be angry with women."

Shen Zhen leaned over and put down the disposable paper cup, he took the opportunity to get closer, "Especially your anger."

The strong smell of bitter tea and smoke spread from his mouth, and she avoided it uncomfortably, "What's the difference with me?"

Chen Yuan grabbed her wrist, not allowing her to evade, "A man is the last thing to be angry with a little woman, aren't you a little woman?"

Not an intimate touch, just a slight rub, like a match that was caught off guard, starting a thousand miles of fire, and the innocent sea surface also burst into heat waves and transpiration, and was overwhelmed by the cold tide.

The former is his taboo and raging lust, the latter is his measure to stop abruptly.

Street lamps, sycamore trees, moonlight.

All the colors that belong to the night and this beautiful city are all projected in his eyes.

The night is so dark.

No match for Chen Yuan's depth.

Shen Zhen has seen many mature and dignified men, who often have obvious shortcomings.

Or shallow, or hollow.

She has never seen such a pair of eyes that interpret poverty and loneliness into fatal temptation.

The customs and years of the world, joys and sorrows, are all in it.

Chen Yuan is born ambiguous, ambiguous, ambiguous, and ambiguous.

He is not addicted, but addicted to women.

In Shen Zhen's impression, Song Li liked Chen Yuan's very much. She once said with emotion, "Zhou Haiqiao is a rotten prawn, but the man from the Chen family is a delicious Boston lobster."

Shen Zhen asked, "Is it that charming?"

Song Li is mysterious, "A truly high-class man doesn't show his lust, but when you look at him, the moment your eyes meet, there is thunder and fire. You think of sex, the depth of the ocean, and being captured."

She trembled and pulled away from Chen Yuan's eyes, "I'm asleep, please lock the door when you leave."

He stood up with a smile, in the yellow light and shadow, tall and tall, "Don't leave me alone."

"On your own."

Before the words finished, Shen Zhen hurried into the house and locked it.

The whole person pressed against the door panel, breathing heavily.

At that time, Chen Yuan answered a call from Chang Huan in the living room.

"Fucheng Group has a secret department hidden in the dark, which is not open to the public. The top management is Zhang Li, the driver of the chairman. The docking partner is Shenghe Group, which is responsible for the accounts. Four remittances were recorded, each amounting to 20 billion, a total of 80 billion."

He frowned, "Did it flow into Shenghe's account?"

Chang Huan replied, "Shenghe is only a transit account, and the money won't take more than half a day, and it will be withdrawn immediately."

"Where are you going?"

The other end took a deep breath, "Roaded to the Wall Street exchange, and his whereabouts are unknown."

Businessmen understand that the international financial market is the place where bubbles are the most vain, and evaporation and expansion will happen overnight.

Money flows into the stock exchange, and its existence and demise, true or false, depend on how Chen Zheng arranges and handles it.

Chen Yuan clutched the case, and said in a melancholy tone, "I took over Shenghe because of my father's order."

"Chen Dong also appointed the second son to represent you for a while..."

"That's the recommendation of the second child." He interrupted Chang Huan, "This hot potato is always in my hands."

Chen Yuan walked towards the window, midnight was quiet.

He was used to intrigues, but being put into a commercial vortex by Chen Zheng himself was beyond his expectation.

The moment he hung up the phone, Chen Yuan found Shen Zhen leaning against the TV wall and looking at him.

Looking at each other, she came out, "Have you left yet?"

"Let's go now." He put down his phone, "I thought you were asleep."

She pointed to the toast on the coffee table, "I'm hungry."

Chen Yuan smiled, "Greedy cat."

Shen Zhen unwrapped the package, grabbed a stack, and gnawed with his mouth wide open, "Don't you eat supper at home?"

"Occasionally." Chen Yuan loosened his collar and leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, "The president has a belly."

She choked, "It turns out that men also care about their figure."

"It mainly depends on the woman he loves and how he likes him." He suddenly walked around in front of Shen Zhen, "Don't move."

She froze immediately.

Chen Yuan stretched out his hand, wiped the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, and found a crumb of bread, "How old are you, and you eat so sloppily?"

She was annoyed, "I put on lip balm, it's very sticky, so it stuck."

The man's body rolled down, casting a heavy black shadow on top of her head, "I really want to taste the taste of lip balm."

Chen Yuan moved forward, Shen Zhen moved backward, and he bent his arm against her back.

Beyond his face, a thin layer of mist condensed on the glass, and the neon lights of the high-rise buildings in the distance were mottled and blurred, and Chen Yuan was in the depths of endless confusion.