Goodnight, Mr. CEO! Chapter 1670: : Don’t worry, you won’t die

When the words fell, Lin Hanxing left the venue with Lei Xiao without turning his head, leaving behind a commotion like an explosion...

At this time, Long Qing, who was in the Pu family's house in the capital, was shaking like a sieve, and he didn't dare to let the air out, but just stared at the TV. As for Pu Wei, who was sitting next to her, blood dripped down his rough fingers. Tick ​​tock to the floor.

"Lin Xiaojiu, X Group..."

Pu Weishi sneered, but he really underestimated his opponent.

I didn't expect her to be so capable at such a young age.

"Wei Shi, what should we do?"

Since Dog Shou and the others lost their wife and turned their soldiers to make wedding clothes for Lin Xiaojiu, she has been able to feel the pressure from all directions, calling Long Qing like a soldier.

If the things she did in the past were exposed, the old man would really make her life worse than death!

"What's the panic! Those who knew the truth of the matter and participated in it all dealt with it, and now that the second princess and Qin Su are gone, even if Lin Xiaojiu has the ability to see the sky, can he still resurrect the dead?"

Pu Weishi is not worried at all.

What he cares more about is whether the balance he has worked so hard for for so many years will be broken!

Up to now, Pu Weishi has to admit that this Lin Hanxing is too powerful, beyond his imagination!

In this step by step, in addition to the strong strategy and the ability to strategize, you must be patient enough to wait for the enemy bit by bit, and then swallow it bit by bit, even if any two points are placed in an old man who has been in the mall for many years The fried dough sticks may cause fatal injuries to others, not to mention Lin Hanxing's young age.

If there is anyone in today's business world that Pu Weishi does not want to provoke, Lei Xiao is definitely the number one pick, but now that Lin Hanxing has been added, these two are still husband and wife!

God knows how protective the Lei family is!

When Pu Wei looked at the afterimage on the TV, his eyes became more and more gloomy...

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Xue Lan, Hua Ji headquarters torture chamber.

In the long dark corridor leading to the basement, the sound of Lin Hanxing's high heels stepping on the floor was cold and cruel.

The wall lamp is yellowish.

She just arrived from the press conference with exquisite makeup, her expressionless face hidden in the light and shadow, giving people an indescribable sense of majesty.

Wah Kee 3 Hall's mouth master quietly followed behind her.

The door is pushed open from the outside.

A stench rushed towards him, and the hall master at the entrance of the third hall subconsciously covered his nose and almost didn't spit it out, but Lin Hanxing still had that expressionless expression, coldly looking at people who were curled up in a dark corner. Song Zhiyun, who is not like a ghost.

The sores on her face got worse.

One side of her neck was affected, itching unbearably, so Song Zhiyun couldn't help scratching, even though her fingernails were full of dirt.

Someone has brought a chair.

Lin Hanxing sat down, her right leg was elegantly overlapped on her left, and the black lady's suit trousers wrapped around her slender legs. She looked down at Song Zhiyun indifferently, as if she was looking at garbage.

Song Zhiyun moved and looked at Lin Hanxing.

"Kill me."

This torture room is full of mirrors. Since the day she came in, she smashed a piece, and the people of Huaji put it back on again, and so on and so forth, like a competition for who is more patient.

In the end, she lost.

Song Zhiyun looked through the mirror every day as her proud face gradually festered. The psychological breakdown was only a matter of time, but...she was also afraid of death!

Don't dare to commit suicide, I just hope that Lin Hanxing can give himself a good time.

"Let me accompany Ah Chen."

Song Zhiyun squirmed on the ground and was about to touch the toe of Lin Hanxing's high-heeled shoes.

The next second, Lin Hanxing stepped her fingers under her feet without changing her expression, and pressed her slightly. Song Zhiyun's tender and painful cry sounded in her ears. In stark contrast, this picture does not feel very pleasant.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Lin Hanxing promised in a cold voice.

She won't kill her.

Otherwise, how can it be worthy of the morning sun?

"Not only will you not die, but I will tell you to live 'well' and live longer than anyone else."

With a click, Lin Hanxing's high-heeled shoes made a muffled sound when she stepped on the floor. She leaned over and looked down at Song Zhiyun with the eyes of an ant. In her domineering and cruel eyes, there was a faint bloodthirsty look.

"I will ask you to watch the flesh on your face fester in pieces and become a person who makes you want to vomit just looking at it. I will try another torture on you every day, telling you that life is better than death, but You won't die because..."

Lin Hanxing suddenly stretched out his hands and squeezed Song Zhiyun's chin tightly, with a ruthless force that instantly made her face sag a lot.

"I! No! Allow! Allow!"

She has thousands of tortures that make people unable to survive and die. Even if Song Zhiyun changes the pattern every day for at least a few years, she will not repeat the same pattern. She will not even allow Song Zhiyun to go mad, it is too cheap for her. .

"I'll show you what it means to be alive is more painful than dead."

Lin Hanxing violently pushed Song Zhiyun back to the ground like garbage, took the wet wipes handed over by his subordinates, and wiped his fingers carefully, his face expressionless.

"I beg you, Lin Xiaojiu, I beg you."

Until now, Song Zhiyun didn't really understand what kind of demon he had provoked.

Even if Lin Hanxing didn't show any expression at this time, her attitude of being the only one in the world and the indifference to herself in her eyes all made Song Zhiyun cold to the bone. She wished she had died in the royal family.

"Please?"

Lin Hanxing sneered and threw the used wipes on Song Zhiyun's face.

Get up.

The shadow covered Song Zhiyun, condescending.

"Too late."

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Night falls.

As soon as Lin Hanxing returned to Li's house, someone at the doorman reported that a guest came to the door, claiming to be from the royal family of Roucheng.

Hearing this sentence, Lin Hanxing gestured to Uncle Hai to suspend the report on the Yuan family, but Yuan Kang, who was sitting next to him, raised his eyebrows, the Roucheng royal family? It can't be the eldest prince coming to visit, right?

"Have you heard anything wrong with what Uncle Hai said these days?"

Lin Hanxing glanced at Yuan Kang lightly.

"Huh?"

Why did the conversation get back to him?

Since Lin Hanxing came back, Uncle Hai would come over every night to report on Yuan's situation, and every time Lin Hanxing would let him sit in on him. After listening for a few days, this was the first time she asked herself a question.

"Data does not match."

However, Yuan Kang was not ambiguous, he opened his mouth.

"What do you think the problem is?"

Lin Hanxing asked again, her brows and eyes were pale.

"Where? It's probably because Mr. Yuan had a crooked mind while you were away."

Yuan Kang leaned his weight on the sofa and sneered.

Lin Hanxing reached out and took the information from Uncle Hai and threw it to Yuan Kang.

"Mark the data that you think is wrong."

After finishing speaking, Lin Hanxing motioned to Li Bingshou and asked the guard to release the members of the Royal Family of Roucheng.