Chapter 383 She will come back to me again

  In his prime, Mo pulled Wen Churan into a VIP reception room casually, and the loud slamming of the door showed his anger at the moment.

  Sure enough, when he turned his head to look at Wen Churan behind him, a pair of eyes seemed to be burning with a raging fire.

   "Wen Churan! You..."

  Wen Churan knew that he was angry, and hurriedly stepped forward and hugged his thigh, interrupting his about to blurt out angrily.

   "I can only rest assured if I see it with my own eyes."

   "So? You saw it with your own eyes now, what special feeling do you have?" Sheng Shimo's tone was cold, and there was a hint of irony in it.

  As the saying goes, you don’t hit the smiley person with your hand.

  Wen Churan raised his head and looked at the man with a hippie smile, "I think that old man looks very amiable..."

   Seeing the man's face instantly sullen, she hurriedly changed her words, "But...the more kind you seem, the more vicious your heart might be, just like you..."

  In his prime, Mo frowned, "Me? What about me?"

  Wen Churan squinted his eyes and smiled, "Like you, you look fierce on the surface, but in fact, you are a gentle and considerate person!"

   Seeing the woman's serious flattering, Mo couldn't help but want to laugh at the height of the time, but he still pressed his lips, held back his smile, and stared at her with a pair of keen eyes like hunting beasts.

"you are wrong."

  Wen Churan's heart immediately chuckled.

Oops! The flattery didn't make it, and it hit the horse's hoof.

Just as she was feeling uneasy in her heart, the man suddenly raised his head proudly, glanced at her with a cold gaze, and said with a thin lips, "I have never been a gentle and considerate person, just right. You are only gentle and considerate."

  "……"

  Um...this man is teasing her again?

  In any case, he just doesn’t get angry!

  Wen Churan immediately clenched Sheng Shimo’s thighs excitedly, and buried his head between his thighs. "Mr. Sheng, you can hit me with your tenderness and consideration!"

  Mo lowered his head to see the little girl's entire body against his thigh, especially her head, almost reaching his danger zone.

  He stepped back a few steps, and looked away as if he couldn't bear to look straight.

  "Wen...Wen Churan, you let go first..."

  This posture, this posture, he really can't accept it.

  Late night, there was no light in the room, and a hint of danger was spreading in the darkness.

  The tall figure in front of the French windows is like a sculpture, and like a demon from hell.

"seen?"

  The sound is low, without any temperature.

  The hoarse and old voice sounded "I saw it."

   "Is there a way? Extract her soul..."

   "Yes." The old voice paused for a while before he continued, "But it will take a while."

   "Okay." The figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window finally moved, and his voice became more dull. "I have been waiting for so many years, and it is not too late. Soon...she will be able to come back to me again..."

  After he participated in the asthma research project, he would meet with the old professor almost every two days.

  He was vigilant and watched almost all the time, but he didn't notice anything wrong with the old man.

  At least in the treatment of asthma, he is indeed very professional. If he does not have many years of medical experience and profound knowledge, he will never reach such a powerful level.

  It’s just the disease of asthma, which has never been completely cured. As long as the patient is too emotional, there is always the risk of developing the disease.

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  (End of this chapter)