"You have to follow the procedures. Once the procedures are completed, it will naturally be in place." Frowning his eyebrows, Qin Zheng said impatiently.

"Yes, yes, I know this!" Zhou Fuhai wanted to say something more, but Qin Zheng seemed very busy and had already strode away, while he was blocked by his followers. After thinking about it, anyway, the project was really up to him hands.

And regarding this matter, there was no reaction at all from Si's side.

It stands to reason that the project in hand was lost again. Although the procedures on the surface were fine, anyone with a discerning eye knew that it was Qin Zheng who deliberately took the project back and handed it over to his brother-in-law. According to Si's personality, Maybe he'll give up.

At the beginning, he was worried for a few days, but later he found that there was no movement from Si's side, and after inquiring, not only did Si Yao not return to China, he didn't even hear from him, and his heart immediately fell into his stomach.

This Si family is probably going to be doomed, and if his project is completed, he might be able to leap forward and replace Si's position.

Zhou Fuhai thought happily, so he didn't catch up any more.

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His eyes were staring blankly, seeming to be looking at the lamp on the ceiling, but not seeming to be looking at it.

The eyes were empty, and the whole person seemed to have lost all vitality, as if, already dead.

But he still has breathing, he can't die, not only can't die, every once in a while, his whole body feels like tearing pain, so painful that he hits his head against the wall and hits all the places in this room that can be hit with his body, but... ...to no avail.

Life is better than death! Life is better than death! ! !

Yuan Che never thought that one day he would be in such a situation.

All along, he grew up being pampered. Except in front of Second Grandpa, no one would show him face. Now...he is locked up here, treated as a test object, and treated as a living person The little white mouse, but he couldn't even die.

The sound of the door opening was already numb to him, and he didn't even move his eyelids. In this purgatory-like place, it was the same for everyone.

"Haven't you had an attack today?" The man's voice sounded, and he seemed to be recording with a pen, "You have been having an attack for longer and longer now, it seems that your drug resistance is quite strong."

"..."

"I ate a little more food today than yesterday. Not bad. Are you no longer in a desperate situation?"

"..."

"Do you remember your name?"

"..."

The recording pen seemed to stop, and the man continued, "Do you remember how you got here?"

"..."

"Do you not want to answer me, or you won't answer me, or...you don't understand what I'm saying at all?"

"..."

Footsteps approached, and a hand waved in front of his eyes, separating the connection between his eyes and the ceiling.

His brows moved very subtly, quickly, almost in an instant.

But just one second of change was enough to catch the man's eyes.

He took back his hand and laughed, "It seems that he doesn't want to pay attention to me."

He stood on the edge and chuckled for a while, but saw that he still maintained that posture motionless, like a statue. JrNovels.com