Qin Yang panted after he went downstairs. His legs were a little numb.
The 35th floor was too high.
He looked back at the towering business center.
She sighed in her heart. If she had known that the elevator could not be used, she would not have chosen such a high place to eat.
How would it feel to climb up to the 35th floor in one breath?
After taking a breath, Qin Yang walked towards the villa area where Chen Mingyi was.
In this frozen world, there was no wind blowing, no grass moving.
There was not even any sound. Everything was silent.
The cars on the road stopped moving.
After walking for two kilometers, Qin Yang arrived at Chen Mingyi's house.
When he arrived, Qin Yang confirmed that the reporter was still in Chen Mingyi's living room and had not left, so the door was not locked.
It was already late at night. There were only two law enforcement vehicles outside and more than ten reporters stationed outside.
Qin Yang took out a glove from his pocket and put it on before pushing the door open.
Qin Yang went upstairs to the bedroom and finally saw Chen Mingyi, who was sleeping soundly.
Although he had taken sleeping pills, Chen Mingyi's brows were still tightly furrowed.
Her sleeping posture was a little stiff and she did not relax at all.
Clearly, she did not sleep well.
Qin Yang took out a wrapped syringe from his pocket and injected it into Chen Mingyi's body.
I wish you a good sleep forever.
After doing all this, Qin Yang left Chen Mingyi's house.
After walking for nearly twenty minutes, Qin Yang finally arrived at the commercial center.
At the staircase, Qin Yang gritted his teeth, held his breath, and climbed up.
After walking and stopping for half an hour, Qin Yang reached the 35th floor.
His legs trembled as if they were filled with lead.
Qin Yang dragged his heavy legs to the bathroom and rested for about ten minutes. After his breathing stabilized, he closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the world began to move again.
Qin Yang checked his appearance in the mirror. After there was no problem, he walked out of the bathroom.
When they arrived at the dining room, Shen Qing was still looking out of the window. She only turned her head when she sensed Qin Yang's return.
She had a graceful smile on her face as if nothing had happened.
"Shall we go?" Qin Yang didn't sit down. He stood up and said.
"Alright." Shen Qing nodded and picked up her handbag.
Qin Yang's bill cost more than 13,000 yuan.
It was indeed expensive, but it was worth it.
The two of them drank and did not drive. Qin Yang hailed a taxi and got into the car with Shen Qing. They sat in the back row.
He sent Shen Qing home first.
The two of them shared a large bottle of red wine.
Shen Qing's cheeks flushed red.
He was slightly tipsy.
"Qin Yang, let me ask you a question. If you were me, would you be able to be a good CEO?”
Shen Qing murmured.
The street lights flashed past, and her delicate face flickered.
Qin Yang wasn't a particularly good drinker. After drinking half a bottle of wine, he looked fine, but he was more or less excited.
With the beauty beside him, Qin Yang could not help but joke,
"I'm not bragging, but if I were the CEO, Feng Cheng Corporation would become one of the world's top 500 companies in less than three years.”
Smelling the alcohol in Qin Yang's mouth, Shen Qing smiled and was amused by Qin Yang's words.
Isn't this just bragging?
However, she knew that Qin Yang was joking.
So he said," How about this? You can be the president, and I'll be the chairman and step down. How about that?"”
"Not good." Qin Yang shook his head.
"Why not?"
"A beautiful president sounds better than a beautiful chairman.”
"That's the reason?"
"Yes!" Qin Yang nodded." I like beautiful CEOs.”
Shen Qing thought that Qin Yang meant that he liked the name Beautiful President, so she didn't take it seriously.
Soon, they arrived at Shen Qing's place. Qin Yang got out of the car and watched Shen Qing enter the neighborhood before he took the bus home.
When he reached home, he fell into a deep sleep.
……
On the Internet, there were still netizens staying up late to chat in various live broadcast rooms.
"Did Chen Mingyi take too many sleeping pills today?”
"What do you mean?"
"He slept so soundly that he didn't even turn over. It was different yesterday. He tossed and turned, and the movement was huge.”
"That's true. There was indeed little movement today. Could it be that the Grim Reaper never appeared and he felt that he was worrying for nothing?”
"I've been watching the livestream for three consecutive nights, waiting for the Grim Reaper to appear. In the end, there wasn't even a shadow of the Grim Reaper.”
"The law enforcement bureau and the reporters can't keep watching Chen Mingyi, right? When he has no one to protect him, the Grim Reaper will probably appear.”
"Then how long do we have to wait? I can't wait for Chen Mingyi to die.”
"A person like Chen Mingyi should just die. Not only is he alive and well, but the Law Enforcement Bureau still has to spend manpower to protect such a bad guy.”
Apart from Death God's fans, there were also a small number of Yuan Pig Knuckle's diehard fans in the live broadcast room.
The night was boring. Once the two parties met, the live broadcast room began to quarrel again.
"Your Grim Reaper is too inefficient. It's already the third night, but Chen Mingyi is still alive and well.”
"What are you panicking for? The Grim Reaper gave Yuan Zhou enough time to count his assets.”
"Hehe, you people are all fools. You were played by a prank, but you still treat that person as a god.”
"You pork knuckle fans are the fools. Even State Scholar Li has spoken. What we believe in is not God, but the justice in our hearts.”
"Is justice useful? Can those pitiful righteous people in Xing Zhong kill Chen Mingyi? Wasn't Chen Mingyi still alive and well?”
"Chen Mingyi will die sooner or later. I believe in the Grim Reaper. Justice may be late, but it will never be absent.”
"Hehe, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Chen Mingyi is sleeping so soundly. It seems that justice is not late, but that he will drop out of school forever.”
……
The quarrel between the two sides continued until daytime. During this period, people kept falling asleep, and people kept joining the battlefield.
At 6:30 pm, a bullet comment said,
"Why isn't Chen Mingyi awake yet? She woke up around six yesterday and the day before yesterday.”
"Maybe he took too many sleeping pills. Didn't you see that he didn't even move at night?”
"Yeah, it's possible."
7:30.
"Why isn't Chen Mingyi awake yet? How many sleeping pills did you take?"
"Don't take too many sleeping pills and die.”
"Haha, I hope he's really dead.”
"If that's the case, then there's no need for the Grim Reaper to act.”
"If he really died, how do you know it wasn't the Grim Reaper?”
The netizens were just joking and did not think that Chen Mingyi was really dead.
At eight o'clock.
More and more people flooded into the live broadcast room. The netizens began to notice that something was wrong and tagged the reporters.
The reporter from Ningzhou TV Station was staying in the living room on duty. She also felt that something was wrong.
Two days ago, Chen Mingyi had woken up very early, but it had already been two hours.
She went upstairs and knocked on Chen Mingyi's door.
Nothing happened.
The knocking grew louder and louder, but Chen Mingyi still did not respond.
The reporter had no choice but to push the door open and come in. He came to the bedside and called out to Chen Mingyi.
However, Chen Mingyi remained motionless.
Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.
The netizens watching the live broadcast could not help but feel a wave of horror.
His heart tightened.
A chill ran down his spine.
His hair stood on end.
Could he really be dead?
The netizens had such thoughts.
In the video, the reporters felt even stranger.
She took a deep breath and plucked up her courage to pat Chen Mingyi's shoulder.
Chen Mingyi still did not move.
However, she felt a chill.
This was not the temperature of a normal person.
After his brain reacted.
"Ah!"
The reporter screamed in fear and fell to the ground with a terrified expression.
The netizens in the live broadcast room felt like their eardrums were about to burst.
Was Chen Mingyi dead?
When the netizens saw the reporter's performance, they all had this thought in their hearts?
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