Chapter 210 Hidden Fragrance
Shen Pianpian sped along the way, happily showing off his skills.
There were sharp friction sounds everywhere in the mountain stream.
More than ten minutes later, Shen Pianpian parked the car at the top of the mountain.
The wind kept blowing from the low rolling green waves, carrying the scent of forest and sunshine.
Only then did Shen Pianpian remember to turn around and look at Boss Cheng, with a bit of apprehension in her heart - she was only concerned about her own enjoyment, what if Boss couldn't adapt to the speed and felt uncomfortable?
However, when I turned around, I only saw a cold and good-looking profile, without any expression of discomfort.
That's right - Shen Pianxian thought about it and felt that it would be very inconsistent for someone like Boss Cheng to feel uncomfortable because of racing.
She opened the car door and got out, walked to the front of the car where it was leaning against the cliff, stretched her arms, and let out a long sigh of comfort.
Then she turned around and shouted to the people in the car,
"Boss, can you come down and take a look too?"
Cheng Zhiyuan got out of the car obediently.
The two stood on the edge of the cliff, with undulating forests in the distance. The road they had just come up was like a winding gray snake, coiling through the layers of forest and appearing and disappearing from time to time.
The wind was very strong on the top of the mountain, and the temperature of the sunlight was just right, like a cup of warm water against the skin.
The atmosphere was silent but not awkward.
After a long while, Shen Pianpian slowly said,
"Why are you so nice to me?"
She didn't look back at Cheng Zhiyuan. Her profile in the distance looked very calm, and her tone was also calm.
The voice was carried in the wind, so cold that it didn't even sound like a question.
However, Cheng Zhiyuan turned his head.
He looked at Shen Pianpian who was standing beside him for a long time.
The wind and the sun are on her.
It looks bright and blurry.
His dark pupils gradually seemed to lose focus and fell into some illusory scene.
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The sunset light cast a shadow on the carpet.
The room is surrounded by curtains that tightly wrap around it.
Cigarette smoke rose up and the smell of nicotine filled the entire room.
He sat on the chair, his legs casually crossed, his posture relaxed, his eyes fixed on a point in the void, silent.
Opposite him was a woman wearing a white coat and glasses, with a hoarse voice and a smile, who looked very sexy in the dense smoke.
"What story does Young Master Cheng want to tell you today?"
Her hand with colorful nail polish was resting on her chin, and her eyes looked at me with a hazy and affectionate smile.
Cheng Zhiyuan seemed to be oblivious to everything in front of him. He spoke slowly, as if he was thinking about how to choose words and sentences. He had a kind of morbid seriousness.
"If, I mean if, there is a person who died but was resurrected, and she had unfulfilled dreams and unrevenged revenge in her previous life, would she still have the heart to fall in love with someone?"
After a pause he added,
"This person will treat her very well for the rest of her life."
The low and elegant voice spoke these words seriously and stunnedly in the dim room.
The woman paused slightly, then chuckled softly, leaned back, and said lazily,
"If there really is such a person, then her bottom line should not be revenge or dreams."
Cheng Zhiyuan frowned slightly, and then he heard the woman's slow voice,
"It should be kept secret."
He was stunned.
The woman stood up and walked slowly towards him.
"If there really are reborn people in this world, the first thing they must do is keep their secret and not let anyone know their true identity."
"Once there's a possibility of their secret being exposed, their sense of security disappears, and they either flee or live in fear for the rest of their lives."
"As for whether or not one will fall in love with someone else, that depends on the ability of that 'other person'."
The woman had come behind him at this moment. She reached out and pressed his shoulders, then slowly leaned over and whispered in his ear,
"But there is no such anti-scientific thing in this world."
"Cheng Zhiyuan."
"If you keep up this, I'll have to tell the commander and have you taken abroad for treatment."
She spoke in a low voice, and her lipstick-coated lips opened and closed sexily, as if she was saying sweet words.
Then she stood up, and the dim light illuminated her white coat and a small name badge.
Psychological Research Laboratory of the Imperial Academy of Sciences.
Cheng Yuqing.
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