Chapter 615 Late Night Phone Call

Cheng Zhiyuan fell silent for a long time.

His gaze fell on the distant void. The distant lights mixed with the night looked dreamy and unreal.

After a while, he spoke slowly, with a slight but serious smile,

"So you always thought that you were the one who confessed first?"

Shen Pianpian: ...

Come to think of it, it seems that the boss did say "I love you" earlier?

But that time, in a locked room in New York...

Chen Pianpian has always avoided recalling the scene at that time. For someone like her who refuses to settle down, being handcuffed and deprived of freedom is not a good memory.

Shen Pianxian subconsciously began to change the subject.

"Okay, okay, it's you, so it's even less real."

Shen Pianxian said this,

"Actually, Xia Yunduan didn't have any impression of you in the past, so I'm really curious why you would... uh, like me."

The smile on Cheng Zhiyuan's lips faded, and he said softly,

"That will be a very long story. When I have time, I will tell you slowly."

In the hotel toilet, the girl's eyebrows were curved,

"Okay, I'll wait."

"I'm going to bed. Good night, Mr. Cheng. You should go to bed early too."

When Shen Pianpian called "Mr. Cheng" like this, the tip of her tongue seemed to soften a lot. Such an ordinary and popular name, bitten out from between her teeth, had a lingering and gentle taste, which was very nice.

At least in Mr. Cheng's ears.

Nothing could move him more than this name.

Cheng Zhiyuan also smiled softly,

"I will. Goodnight."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Zhiyuan still didn't look at Yan Qi, but made another call.

"Book me a flight to Xia Hai tomorrow morning."

After the simple instructions, Cheng Zhiyuan finally looked up.

During this process, his eyes naturally became cold.

When he looked up, all his gentleness disappeared, and he was still the unkind, arrogant and difficult to serve young master of the imperial capital, Cheng Zhiyuan.

"So this time, it's still not true, right?"

The man's voice was elegant and not harsh, but a chill spread through everyone's body along with the voice.

The people behind Yan Qi soon broke out in sweat.

"The young master of the Moriti family said that he has never seen any of the people we brought with him. They definitely can't be Shark or Shark's men."

Yan Qi sat down aside with a very unhappy expression.

Cheng Zhiyuan turned around and asked him,

"Have you lost confidence in your intelligence capabilities?"

"How is that possible?"

Yan Qi spoke without hesitation, his voice cold and his brows slightly furrowed.

Cheng Zhiyuan said softly, then said calmly,

"Then kill him."

Yan Qi and the other person instantly looked up at him, with a hint of shock in their eyes.

The man, who was the center of their attention, lowered his eyes and drank the tea, saying without any emotion,

"I never keep anything that's useless."

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That night, Cheng Zhiyuan was sitting on his way home when his cell phone started vibrating.

He glanced at the caller ID and pressed answer and speakerphone at the same time.

Deafening, pig-killing-like screams instantly filled the entire carriage. It was a distorted Italian voice with a thick Sicilian accent.

"Mr. Cheng! I'm telling you! I saw it! I did see one of the people you brought with me! He was behind Shark when the goods were delivered! I'm pointing him out to you! Don't kill me!!!!!"

The scream was filled with unbearable pain.

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes were immersed in the night and he smiled emotionlessly.