Chapter 232 Miss Shen Seeking Death
"It's not up to you to decide whether it ends or not," Cheng Yuqing smiled.
"When have you ever seen a patient make decisions for a doctor?"
Cheng Zhiyuan turned off the fire and said calmly,
"Aunt, you probably forgot that I have never been treated as a patient."
Cheng Yuqing nodded.
"Yes, it was just routine psychological counseling for a senior officer at the beginning," she stretched out her hand, and slowly placed her slender fingers on the cold blade, lowering her eyes.
"But have you forgotten that the condition for me to keep your secret is that you must come to me for regular checkups?"
"But now you have broken this agreement."
Cheng Yuqing looked up at him.
"Do you want me to tell Commander Cheng the whole story of your illness?"
"Don't threaten me, aunt."
Cheng Zhiyuan looked at her coldly.
"I know my situation and it's fine now."
"Even when you were at your worst, you said you had no problems,"
Cheng Yuqing raised the corner of his mouth.
"Young Master Cheng's disguise skills are too perfect. If it weren't for his twenty years of experience and intuition, even I, the director of the research institute, would have been kept in the dark."
She paced slowly,
"Besides, haven't you gotten an answer to the question you asked me last time?"
"How was it? You saw the dead Miss Xia again, didn't you?"
The woman began to slowly circle around the room.
"Tell me, where did she appear?
Her beautiful fingers tapped the edge of the vase in the corner of the room.
"Here?"
She gently played a string of messy notes on the piano.
"Here?"
She walked slowly to the French window, looked out the window and sighed.
"Still outside?"
Cheng Zhiyuan didn't say a word from beginning to end, until she walked onto the balcony and looked back at him, then he slowly smiled.
"Aunt, are all the people in your institute like you, so fond of making groundless assumptions about other people's mental states?"
Cheng Yuqing stood outside the door, slowly curling up the corners of his mouth.
“I’m not…”
Before she could finish her words, a scene she caught from the corner of her eye made her jump up instantly as if she had seen a ghost. A sharp scream broke through her throat.
"Miss, what are you doing!"
There was silence outside the door for a few seconds, and then an awkward laugh was heard.
Cheng Zhiyuan frowned and immediately hurried to the balcony.
Turning around, he saw the girl standing on a flower pot without any protective measures, grabbing the wall in a very funny posture, and now she was trembling and looking at him with an embarrassed expression.
His heart tightened instantly, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then walked forward and stretched out his hand.
"come over."
His voice still had the elegant and deep sound of a cello, but the hoarseness in his tone now seemed to suppress some extremely violent emotion, a sense of danger that might explode and tear people to pieces in the next moment.
Shen Pianpian was completely unaware of this, but Cheng Yuqing sensitively turned around and stared at him.
The man was completely focused, his eyes fixed on the girl clinging to the flowerpot. Even though his hidden emotions were filled with rage and rage, his movements were gentle and cautious.
He moved closer step by step, stretching his left hand high towards the girl, while his right hand made a protective gesture on the outside.
He whispered,
"Give me your hand and jump down."
Shen Pianpian actually wanted to say, "Please move aside. I already have experience and there's no problem."
But for some reason, seeing the man's expression at the moment, she didn't dare to say a word.
I had no choice but to lean over slowly, holding onto the wall, and extend my hand.
As soon as her hand touched the man, it was tightly wrapped in his slightly cool palm. Then she quickly moved, stepped over the flowerpot, stood on the edge and jumped down.
There is no possibility of any danger.
The next second she threw herself into a warm and broad embrace. The impact was very strong, but the embrace was as steady as a rock and she did not retreat a single step.
Her ear was pressed against his heart.
The thumps beneath the fabric were as fast as drumbeats, making one wonder if it was a heart attack.
Then she was pulled away indifferently.
The man's eyes were dark without any light.
Ask word by word,
"What are you doing?"
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