A scene at Christie's Autumn Auction in New York.

In Box 7 on the second floor, two young men were playing chess.

The handsome blond man sitting across from Tang Wen is Powell Koch, the other heir to the Koch consortium. Helen's cousin.

Before the start of the game, Powell said: "It's a chessboard, but it's black and white. Fighting each other, pointing to the scattered chess pieces on both sides, the ending can only be ended if it is broken. ”

Tang Wen smiled but did not speak, and easily mobilized the queen to wander freely, the chariot rampage, the bishop changed positions, and the knight crossed the line...... I don't eat a single move, but I don't lose a move.

Powell's face became more and more solemn, and the plate became more and more difficult.

He understood what Tang Wen meant: If you don't eat a chess piece or lose a chess piece, I can win you. You don't have to have a chessboard, you don't have to kill a king.

Of course, it is very simple to break the game, and it is necessary to forcibly change the child.

After all, no matter how unfortunate Tang Wen's computing power is, the rules he sets for himself are too harsh. How difficult is it for both sides to lose a single child?

Powell did not send the chess pieces to Tang Wen's inevitable path to death, and as a thirty-two-year-old inheritor of the family business, he became one of the few powerful figures in the whole of North America. Naturally, there is arrogance beyond ordinary people.

He disdains to deal with Tang Wen. He's going to win!

This is his thoughts after five minutes of the opening game, after a preliminary understanding of Tang Wen's intentions.

However, after another five minutes, his face gradually changed.

He was a self-aware man, and he boasted of his skill in chess. can also see that he and Tang Wen are not of the same rank. And the gap is quite large, almost the difference between amateur masters and professional tops.

Chess game, stuck in the mud. Every step has to be carefully considered.

Suddenly, Tang Wen smiled, turned his head to look at the auction table downstairs, and said, "It's too tiring to play chess like this, why don't you shake hands and make peace?"

"I'm not used to giving up halfway. ”

"Haha...... Then seal it up, take a picture, and we'll go straight to this endgame next time we meet. ”

Powell's blue eyes were bright, he groaned for a moment, and stretched out his hand to signal the secretary behind him to take pictures. Then he stood up and shook hands with Tang Wen, seeing that he probably wanted to leave early, but I don't know if it was because he had been sitting for too long and getting up too quickly, or if he had been in a hurry recently, and Li Wanji was asking for too much.

In short, as soon as he stood up, his mind was dizzy, and he almost immediately fell. Tang Wen hurriedly helped him and smiled: "Pay attention to rest!" After speaking, he showed an international smile that all men understand.

After a while, Powell rubbed his temples and nodded with a smile before saying goodbye. So he left with his secretary and assistant.

As soon as he left, Tang Wen's usually strong body suddenly swayed back and forth as if he couldn't stand steadily. Then his eyes turned black, and he sat down on the sofa behind him, his heart and forehead were full of sweat......

Sure enough, it was too reluctant. However, it worked. Tang Wen's pale cheeks hooked up an inexplicable smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and it became even more profound, and a temperament different from his daily life emerged—dangerous and charming.

Taking advantage of the climax of the auction before anyone left, Tang Wen moved his body with difficulty, walked through the back door and returned to his car, he didn't want too many people to see him in this state......

426 meters high in the penthouse.

Tang Wen pushed open the door and leaned against the door with a bang, cold sweat streaming down his body.

While overlooking Park Avenue, while doing yoga, Zhou Xiaoyu, who had to deal with mail by the way, heard the sound of the door closing and knew that he was back. Or after dealing with the work at hand, he turned his head to tease him: "Why don't you come over to my sister's side, there is a reward for you?" Zhou Meiren's tone was tempting.

However, when I turned my head, I was startled.

I saw that Tang Wen had already slid down the wooden door and sat on the white carpet at the door, clutching his chest and gasping for breath. It's like a person who has a heart attack and can't breathe.

Zhou Xiaoyu also noticed that his shirt was already soaked with sweat, and the white shirt was completely attached to his skin, outlining the outline of his muscles.

She was so flustered that she wanted to scream!

But she didn't.

Awakened by some kind of training, she quickly walked barefoot to tiptoe to the door.

In this short process of a few meters, she has basically determined through observation that Tang Wen has not suffered obvious external injuries.

When she came to the door, she didn't take care of Tang Wen for the first time, but reached out and took out a Glock pistol with a silencer in the shoe cabinet. Then he cautiously looked through the cat's eye to the door: everything was as usual, three bodyguards were on duty outside the door.

"Did anything unusual happen before Mr. Tang came in?" she pressed the intercom at the door, her tone cold.

A bodyguard quickly replied: "No, Mr. Tang is not in a good state, I asked, and he said that he seems to have a fever." ”

"My dear, do you have a fever?" Tang Wen didn't answer, just nodded with difficulty, moving slowly.

Zhou Xiaoyu no longer hesitated, threw away the gun, and squatted down. With her arms exerting her strength, her body was light, and she actually steadily picked up Tang Wen, a majestic man weighing eighty-five kilograms, from the ground. She was sure that the man sitting on the floor gasping for air was her pillow man. Even the chapter that was given to him yesterday is still clearly visible on the back of his neck.

This taste is indeed him.

But how can I have a fever that is so serious? When I go out at noon, I am obviously fine, this is not like a common cold......

She was wearing a thin shapewear and felt the heat coming from him. 'Well, it's really hot. ’

Helen had fallen asleep upstairs. In the second trimester, it is normal for a woman to be sleepy.

Zhou Xiaoyu didn't mean to alarm her, she just called her personal doctor, and even Cai Wei and Nana didn't notify her.

After hanging up the phone, she measured Tang Wen's body temperature - 40.3 degrees, and there was no doubt that he had a high fever.

She dug out the medicine box at home, stripped her boyfriend naked, and wiped his body with alcohol to physically cool him down. But somehow, Tang Wen's body temperature not only did not mean to decrease, but kept rising.

She was a little too busy, and was about to pick up the intercom and call the maid upstairs who was looking after Helen down. Nangong Caiwei opened the door and returned home, and saw Tang Wen naked on the sofa, and Zhou Xiaoyu kneeling beside him. Suddenly my brain went down a bit.

"What's going on with you?"

"Sister Caiwei, come and help, oh, no, let's call the doctor first, and tell her to come in ten minutes and I'll pay her a million dollars! Anyway, let her hurry!" Zhou Xiaoyu's tone was rarely irritable.

Nangong Caiwei noticed that something was unusual, and she didn't take off her high heels, so she ran straight over.

"What's wrong with him?" Nangong Fairy looked at Tang Wen's ruddy skin, his pupils shrunk, and he reached out and touched it, feeling hot and scary. Only then did he remember Zhou Xiaoyu's explanation, and picked up the phone and made another urging call to the private doctor.

"I didn't know, as soon as I got home, I collapsed at the door. ”

"What?!"

"However, he walked back on his own. You shouldn't have to worry too much. Help him cool down first, and then ......" Zhou Meiren was extremely calm.