Chapter 93 Aomori's Fear

When I got off the plane, it was not Zhao Qing, Bai Su Wang Xiaoling, or Su Ya Su Xue, but Huang Ying!

"Hi..." Pan Hongsheng was deeply surprised, and the arrival of the girl Huang Ying really made him feel gratified.

"I'm sorry, I'll give you an autograph later..." Huang Ying's short wait at the airport has attracted many fans. These fans are clustering her one by one, and the stars are like the moon.

At this time, the yellow warbler is no longer as rebellious as before, and she is very decent and sexy.

The yellow warbler still had black eyeliner, which made her eyes very eye-catching. When she saw Pan Hongsheng, she lowered her head and smiled slightly, and walked over gently.

The two naturally hugged each other, which attracted the envy of the fans and passers-by around them.

Those reporters of Entertainment Weekly were as excited as mosquitoes and flies in blood, and the flash bombarded around them...

But it seems that all this is irrelevant. The heat and air waves generated when the two hugged each other warmed the whole airport.

The next day, the major newspapers made a huge picture of the two hugging and became their own headlines.

Pan Hongsheng was a little stunned when he looked at the newspaper. He really didn't expect that his private life news would surpass the news of the national leader's interview and become the most concerned hot spot.

Immediately following is a network focus, saying that a local civil affairs department stopped netizens from collecting donations, saying that it was unfair to others.

Pan Hongsheng smiled: It's not happy without wild geese to pluck hair...

He now really understands why Minister Chen is so busy.

Nowadays, many officials focus on making money, which is unfavorable; the problem is that some people only make money and do nothing, and this kind of person is promoted very quickly.

When to rectify this kind of person, maybe the leaders such as Minister Chen can be a little more relaxed.

"Aren't you going to attend my new song press conference this afternoon?" Huang Ying came out of the lounge next to his office, wearing only a shirt.

The two slender thighs below are smooth, and the white little feet are very seductive.

"Oh? Did you get up so early?" When Pan Hongsheng saw this formation, his heart was cold and clever.

He remembered that when he was in the hotel with Zhao Qing, Zhao Qing came out of the bathroom in her shirt. Her towering chest was almost about to collapse, and the curly hair underneath made all his rationality collapse in an instant.

Although the yellow warbler in front of him is not as plump and seductive as Zhao Qing, it has an enchanting temperament. The long and thin thighs are especially eye-catching.

Huang Ying rode a white thigh on the armrest of the chair. The other party's body temperature was strong and fragrant, making half of his body suddenly crisp and numb.

He still seems to pretend to be nothing, but the other party is more unscrupulous. A little white foot is on the table...

"What's the matter?" Before Pan Hongsheng finished his words, he drowned in the other party's hot pink lips.

Just as the two were planning to focus on reorganization and do another career, the phone automatically opened the channel and the secretary's words sounded: "Boss, there are several Japanese guests looking for you outside."

Pan Hongsheng was a little stunned: Japanese guest? Aomori?

The person who came was indeed Aomori Chongxiu. He actually looked frightened. When he saw Pan Hongsheng, he immediately rushed up: "My big brother, how is he now?"

"He is very safe," Pan Hongsheng replied vaguely, "You should be very clear that I won't let people who hinder our common interests run out and mess up the situation. What's wrong with you? What happened in Japan?

"Now our business elites don't seem to be stable inside. Although I don't have conclusive evidence, I can feel that the people around me are hiding something from me! These old guys are as cunning as foxes. As long as they give them benefits, they will even kill their own!"

Aomori seemed to be a little abnormal. Pan Hongsheng asked his secretary to pour him a cup of tea and carefully observed the other party's face.

He remembers that the last time he saw Aomori, the other party was still a red and vigorous young man. In less than half a year, why did he become dry, his face dark and puffy?

Although there is nothing strange on the surface, he feels that the other party's anger is very weak.

"I've had nightmares every day recently. I don't know why it's the same dream..." Aomori looked at him quietly: "A woman, a woman covered in blood can't linger in my dreams all day long. Her eyes... Oh, my God... That's simply not human eyes! What's wrong with me? What the hell am I talking about..."

"Do you feel guilty?" Pan Hongsheng felt a little funny: "Don't tell me that you feel guilty. Is it uneasy to deal with your brother and niece by using the means of dealing with the enemy?"

"Fuck your conscience! That's not the case!" Aomori's eyes were full of blood, and his temper was on the verge of breaking out: "Let me tell you, someone must have made a fool of this! I have no regrets about what I have done! I never know what conscience is, and he lives a good life without worries, but I have to bear the pressure of the whole family! Why do I feel guilty about him?"

"Relax, speak slowly..." Pan Hongsheng took a long breath: "You know? You are like a different person now. It's not like you, Chongxiu! I really don't know how to help you with this kind of trouble you have encountered.

"You must help me! I feel that the dream is getting milder and more integrated with reality. Now there are hallucinations in front of me from time to time..." Aomori Chongxiu covered his head with his hands involuntarily: "I don't know, I don't know why... Brother, he killed so many people and did so many terrible things. Why didn't he get this kind of thing? Torture, but it's just me..."

At this time, Secretary Xiaomi came over gently: "Sir, your tea..."

"Ah! Ah!" Aomori shouted as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, curled up on the other side of the sofa.

It took him a long time to react and awkwardly sorted out his bow tie: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The secretary was stunned and spilled coffee on the table.

She was about to clean up, but Pan Hongsheng waved her out.

"You can definitely help me! No one can do anything about this matter. I hired a mage, a monk, and a magician, all of which are some deceptive tricks! I also went to see a psychologist and did psychological physiotherapy again and again, but there was no effect or effect! Do you know this kind of pain? What only you can see, and only you can bear the fear?

Aomori Chongxiu's eyes were filled with tears!

The Japanese have a bad temper, and it is difficult to make them laugh. At this moment, it is rare to cry in front of another man.

"You can sleep in my office today." Pan Hongsheng suddenly developed a strong interest, but he wanted to see what was pestering Aomori.

Although Aomori Chongxiu's spirit is a little trance and his physical condition is not as good as before, Pan Hongsheng can see that the other party is still quite rational.

The two have a consensus that there must be some conspiracy behind this strange thing.