Chapter 1165 I heard that Mr. Cheng has mental problems?

The man hung up the phone.

There is a twelve-hour time difference between China and Country A.

If she had noticed this, Shen Pianpian would probably have wondered why the man's cell phone was busy at five in the morning. When most people were still asleep, why was his voice so clear and not sleepy at all?

The morning light was very thin. It followed the skyline, carefully bypassing the still dark sky, penetrating the already sparse branches and leaves outside the study, and then passed through the floor-to-ceiling window, faintly outlining his tall and slender figure.

The man's pupils were pitch black, so black that a hint of steel blue shone beneath them, deep and captivating like the bottomless sea or the sky at dawn.

But at this moment, these eyes seemed to be slightly absent-minded.

He looked at his phone. On the screen was a photo of a star named Chen Pianpian.

In the photo, the girl is smiling at the camera with her hands on her shoulders. Her eyebrows and eyes have sculpted contours and lines, and there is light in her pupils, which brightens her lazy posture into a bright and cheerful mood.

He stared at the picture and seemed to want to touch it with his hand, but was interrupted by a muffled voice behind him.

In the dead silence, Secretary Liu's flat voice showed a fluctuating feeling for the first time, but he tried to suppress it as much as possible.

"Boss, the commander wants you to come over,"

After a pause he continued,

"Mr. Su is here too."

The man frowned slightly, glanced at his phone screen with an almost nostalgic look, then turned off the phone and turned around, buttoning his collar while saying lightly,

"If she calls just say I'm in a meeting."

The man was tall and had long legs, and was about to walk out of the door soon.

Secretary Liu couldn't help but speak more, and said in a low voice,

"You really won't tell Miss Pianpian? Actually..."

The words were cut off before she could finish them because of the look in the man's eyes.

He stopped at the door, half of his face hidden in the shadows and half of his face illuminated in the dim light, so his extremely dark eyes appeared even more gloomy and indifferent.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at him, his voice was flat but with an inorganic coldness.

"If you tell her a word, I will kill you."

The man's footsteps gradually disappeared in the corridor. Secretary Liu stood stiffly in place for a long time before he gasped as if to come back to life and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly dinged with a text message alert. Secretary Liu took out his cell phone and clicked on the new message.

"Does Mr. Cheng really have mental problems? Did he really massacre an entire team of soldiers? Mr. Liu, could you please sell us this inside information? The price is negotiable!"

Secretary Liu suddenly closed his eyes, and the next second he threw the phone away.

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Passing by the garden and lush green plants, the tea house of Cheng's house is hidden in a beautiful and quiet courtyard, which looks very stylish.

Cheng Zhiyuan took his hand out of his pocket expressionlessly, straightened his sleeves, walked forward and knocked on the door, and after hearing the sound of an old man coming in, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Although they were from a military family, the screen reflected very elegant flowers, birds, insects and fish. With such decoration and the aroma of high-quality tea in the room as the background, the two old men who had been decisive in politics and the arena became gentle.

Of course, this is just a superficial phenomenon.

For example, at this moment, after Cheng Zhiyuan sat down, he called out a cold but polite "Mr. Su", and no one answered for a long time.

The old man, with his hair full of white but still noble, was drinking tea without looking up, as if he had no leisure at all. He put down the cup of tea, adjusted his cuffs slowly, and smiled at Commander Cheng.

"As for enjoyment, it's you, an old fellow, who really knows how to enjoy it. These teas are hard to come by in my house."

After receiving a meaningful smile from Commander Cheng, the old man slowly turned around and called him,

"Zhiyuan."

"I heard that you have some mental health issues, and that this problem has caused you to commit some misconduct in your work."

"Is this all true?"