The top academic boss dresses as the villain Green Tea

"No." Shen Xingge answered without hesitation. She had experienced life and death, and had trained her to never doubt her own vision of others. Thinking of this, Shen Xingge also realized the problem. Team Bi should also have some feelings for Xiaorao. It makes no sense for someone who has a favorable impression to not see anyone and refuse directly?

"Xing Ge, I'm so envious."

"Envy me and Xie Jinchen?"

Xue Rao nodded. They were both talented and beautiful, both civil and military. These two people were the ideal couple in her mind.

"Then try to be like me."

At this time, Xie Jinchen was sitting at the negotiation table, and the man opposite him was still wearing his favorite white evening dress.

"Bei'an City? I have indeed been to such a place. In order to repay a favor, I did some things that made Mr. Xie unhappy. I'm sorry."

The unpleasant things in this man's mouth made Xie Jinchen's eyes become colder.

"Fortunately, Mr. Xie wasn't in the driver's seat at that time. Otherwise, we wouldn't have met today." He said in a thankful tone, as if what he said was really an extremely lucky thing.

The words Bei'an City are like a distant memory. After arriving in Jingcheng City, he handed over all the affairs of Bei'an City to Zhou Hong, but the people and things there have never been settled. Xie Jinchen still remembers that day. When they went to pick up Xingge, Yu Xingchao was acting as the driver. A large truck rushed toward them. In order to protect him and Xingge, Yu Xingchao became a vegetative state and lay on the hospital bed and has not yet woken up.

He and Xing Ge searched for the person behind the scenes for a long time. The last clue was on a European bank card, but nothing was found later. He thought it would be settled, but he didn't expect that this lunatic would take the initiative to contact him. Informed that he was the culprit in the hit-and-run accident involving the hired driver at the time.

Xie Jinchen looked coldly at this man who looked like he was walking out of a European mural. He wanted to kill this man, not only for Yu Xingchao, who was lying in a vegetative state in Bei'an City Hospital, but also because he knew that this man was better than himself. A lunatic who is still crazy, a lunatic will eradicate the aliens when he looks for the same kind of people.

"Why is Mr. Xie unwilling to cooperate with me? We are obviously the same kind?" The man continued, as if talking to himself, "Is it because of this person?"

The man handed over a photo. In the photo, Shen Xingge was strategizing at the gambling table in Tokyo Paradise City, killing everyone.

"Being a Chinese military doctor for her? I have to say, she is really brilliant~ I even won [-] million because of her." Thinking of this, Ouen became jealous again. He once had such glory~

"Mr. Ouen tried every means to invite me to see me, just to talk nonsense?" Xie Jinchen wanted to let this madman go to see God immediately, but he knew clearly that he couldn't kill him yet.

"Yes, Mr. Xie has heard so much nonsense from me." The speed of his speech suddenly became serious again, "So I am very curious, if the light goes out, will you be like me... and fall into hell? .”

"He Zhengzong's viral gene experiments are progressing very quickly. If you don't want China to become a purgatory for viral gene experiments, you and your light must hurry up."

"These materials are given to you. Don't let He Zhengzong make those ugly things and disgust people."

A normal person would definitely ask why he would help him, but he, Xie Jinchen, is also a madman. A madman does things based on his preferences. It is true that he wants to see him fall into hell, and it is true that he hates those disgusting genetic experiments.

Xie Jinchen held the information with a smile on his face, but the words that came out of his mouth pierced the bone marrow of the man opposite him, "Mr. Ouen is so looking forward to me coming to hell to accompany you~ It's because of your light... he died. What?"

Xie Jinchen looked at the slightly stiff expression, stood up and continued, "The light that dies easily is called a match. Mr. Ouen seems to be a little match girl, suitable for dying in fantasy."