The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 230 Miss Shen Who Killed
"Whether it ends or not is not up to you," Cheng Yuqing smiled,
"Since when have you ever seen a patient be the master of a doctor?"

Cheng Zhiyuan turned off the fire and said calmly,

"Auntie, you probably forgot that I have never been treated as a patient."

Cheng Yuqing nodded,
"Yes, at first it was just a routine psychological counseling for a senior officer," she stretched out her hand, and slowly pressed her slender fingers to the cold blade, lowering her eyes.

"But have you forgotten that the condition for me to keep the secret for you is that you must come to me regularly for inspection."

"But now you have broken that agreement."

Cheng Yuqing looked up at him,
"Do you want me to tell Commander Cheng all about your condition?"

"Don't threaten me, Auntie."

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at her indifferently,
"I'm aware of my own situation and it's no longer a problem."

"When you were most sick, you said you had no problem,"

Cheng Yuqing raised the corner of his mouth,
"Young Master Cheng's camouflage skills are too perfect. If it weren't for more than 20 years of experience and intuition, I'm afraid even I, the dean of the research institute, would still be kept in the dark."

She paces slowly,

"What's more, didn't you get the answer to the question you asked me last time?"

"How? Did you see the dead Miss Xia again?"

The woman began to slowly turn around in the room,
"Tell me about it? Where did she appear?

Pretty fingers tapped the side of the vase in the corner of the room,

"it's here?"

She lightly pressed a string of messy notes on the piano,

"it's here?"

Steps slowly came to the French window, she looked out the window and sighed,

"Still outside?"

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, until she stepped onto the balcony and looked back, then smiled slowly,
"Aunt, are all the people in your research institute like you, who love to speculate about other people's mental state for no reason?"

Cheng Yuqing stood outside the door, slowly raised the corners of his mouth,

"I'm not..."

Before she could speak halfway, the scene she glimpsed out of the corner of her eye made her bounce like a ghost in an instant, and her shrill scream pierced through her throat distortedly.

"Miss, what are you doing!"

After a few seconds of silence outside the door, there was an awkward laugh.

Cheng Zhiyuan frowned, and immediately walked to the balcony.

Turning around, the girl was standing on the flowerpot without any protective measures, grabbing the wall in a very funny posture, and showing him a trembling expression of embarrassment at the moment.

His heart was clenched instantly, Cheng Zhiyuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then stepped forward and stretched out his hand,

"come over."

His voice is still as elegant and deep as a cello, but the hoarseness in his tone at this moment seems to be suppressing a certain kind of extremely violent emotion, and maybe the next moment will explode and tear people to pieces.

Shen Pianlu didn't notice this, but Cheng Yuqing turned her head and stared at him sensitively.

The man was concentrating on it at this moment, only the girl stuck on the flower pot was in his eyes.Even though the hidden emotion was gnashing of teeth and tyranny, his movements were gentle and careful.

Step by step approaching, the left hand was stretched high towards the girl, and the right hand made a protective movement on the outside.

he whispered,

"Give me your hand and jump down."

Shen Pianxuan actually wanted to say that you step aside a little, I have already experienced it and there is 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 on the wall and slowly bend over and pass my hand over.

As soon as she touched her hand, it was tightly wrapped in the man's cool palm, and then she quickly moved her position, stepped over the flower pot, stood on the edge and jumped down.

There is no possibility of any danger.

In the next second, she threw herself into the warm and generous embrace, and the impact was very strong, but this embrace was as stable as Mount Tai, and she did not retreat a step.

Her ear was pressed against his heart.

The heavy pounding of the fabric was as fast as a drumbeat, making one wonder if it was a heart attack.

Then she was pulled away indifferently.

The man's eyes were dull without any light.

Ask word by word,
"what are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)