Restricted marriage and love, less power can't be messed with

I was almost hit by this car that night, and the gentleman who was driving at that time reminded her with a smile that 'life is more important than a silk scarf'.

Maybe it was because of this kind advice, maybe it was the gentleman's gentle smile, or maybe it was the familiar scent that he smelled when the car window was opened, Shu Ran took a special look at the car when it left. License plate number!

Do you believe?There is actually a faint sense of inexplicable familiarity!

Shu Ran took the elevator upstairs, stopped at the door marked with the sign of 'Institute' and pushed the door open.

"Xiao Shu, come here!" Shu Ran expected that there were still people in the office at this time, because a few colleagues liked to work at night, but the system in the office was quite humane, and those who came in said it would be difficult. Yes, I know her. It was Professor Wen's assistant Lin Xuer who greeted Shu Ran. Seeing that Shu Ran's mouth opened into a big O shape when she came in.

Shu Ran was a little baffled by her eyes, and reached out to grab a handful of hair. She felt that her hair was a little fluffy because she was too anxious. It didn't match her style of dressing up on weekdays. Walking to Professor Wen's office, it's already this time, she can't wait to see what the 'good stuff' Professor Wen is talking about!How can there be any mood to care about your appearance?

This is what Lin Xuejing often said, it's scary to have hobbies!

Nowadays, most of the archeology works are funerary objects from some kind of burial group, and some are directly picked from the dead. But for Shu Ran, who is crazy and obsessed, digging up ancestors’ graves is the realization of this hobby. Way, even thinking about it makes people feel creepy.

The door of the office was ajar, Shu Ran knocked on the door, and pushed open the door when she heard 'please come in', "Professor Wen!"

As soon as Shu Ran entered the office, he smelled a faint scent of sandalwood. It is well known to colleagues in the institute that Professor Wen likes to burn incense in the office, and his incense is not usually expensive. It is calm and steady, and smelling it can make people feel calm. If it is paired with the top-notch hair tip brewed by Professor Wen himself, it is really a kind of enjoyment.

As soon as Shu Ran's thought flashed through his mind, the tip of his nose sniffed the fragrant and delicious breath, his eyes lit up uncontrollably, and a crisp voice rang out, "It's the fragrance of Maojian!"

"Hey, this girl's nose is not ordinary!" There was a gentle chuckle from the sofa seat, "Next time I soak another kind, can you still smell it?"

"Then I have to practice my nose well!" Shu Ran walked around the wooden screen and stood beside the lucky bamboo vase on the screen. She was about to choke when she opened her mouth. She was in Maojiancha, but her eyes were fixed on the man on the sofa seat.

The man was wearing a dark black casual coat with an open neckline and a light-colored tie. The clothes on his body were ironed and docile. He leaned back slightly and leaned on the back of the chair. When he heard someone coming in, his eyes softened. Looking this way, the eyes are deep and steady, completely opposite to Shu Ran's expression.

His gaze is very light, making people feel as if they have fallen into a deep bottomless pit. His dark pupils are like black holes in the universe, unfathomable. His sitting posture is relaxed, and his whole body is in a relaxed state. An air of laziness and alienation.

He was looking at her, looking at her quietly with calm eyes, Shu Ran saw the calm look on his face, the corners of his lips slightly lifted, and the raised arc pulled the thin and narrow lip line , The overflowing smile has a charming indifference.

Shu Ran had the illusion that time was out of order. No matter how calm she was, the restricted-rated images of that night still popped up in her mind. , but now that I think about it, I'm damn sober.

"Xiao Shu, come here, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Shang Qingwen, who is also the owner of this jade!" Professor Wen introduced with a smile.

Shang Qingwen, who was sitting on the sofa, slowly stood up and stretched out his hand to Shu Ran, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and his deep and full voice sounded softly.

"Miss Shu, hello!"

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