The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 230 Mr. He Notes Lonely Life [31]

"His sister had a car accident after the coming-of-age ceremony. Professor Ji Xinping said that to wake her up, the only way to wake her up is to implant a sensor chip into her cerebral cortex, and the current technology is not enough to achieve it."

"Why, want to make a living computer?"

"Just trying to wake her up."

"What's the use of stimulating the brain? Do you think the brain doesn't want to wake up?"

Her words were thorny, but they irritated him so much that he had to admit that he was specialized in arts, and that she was the Mrs. Wen he had identified.

The dignified president of RG, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain, is known for being indifferent, but he was so blocked in front of his wife that he couldn't speak a word.

Shen Lang didn't look at him, his face was calm, his eyes were lowered, his voice was soft, and he changed the subject lightly, "Who is Ji Xinping?"

"He is an internationally renowned expert in the brain field. He has settled in the United States all year round. My friend specially invited him back."

Shen Lang casually nodded, glanced outside, and said, "How long is it?"

"...a long time." Wen Jie said in a low voice, "You can take a nap."

"Then you come closer,...I'm afraid of the cold."

Wen Jie was slightly taken aback.

Before he could react in his mind, his body had already leaned over, stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, and wrapped her upper body with his windbreaker.

"Sleep, I'll hold you."

Too much sweet talk, not as good as a physical contact.A warm chest is obviously more realistic than all love words, at least at this moment, Shen Lang feels that he is barely human.

The sound of the propeller seemed to be still, she could only hear his scorching and powerful heartbeat, and she slowly fell asleep.

"...Do you know how much I like you?"

In the vague drowsiness, she seemed to hear the man's deep and magnetic whisper.Her lips curled up slightly unconsciously, and she fell asleep with a cool feeling.

...

When she opened her eyes, she was lying on a strange big bed in a strange room.

In front of him stood two strangers who looked like maids.

"Madam is awake," one of the maids laughed, "Master has ordered that as soon as you wake up, I will let you fill your stomach first."

Shen Lang looked around the room, raised his eyebrows slightly, "...where else?"

"Mr. has gone to the company."

"Understood." She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, then stopped suddenly, her brows and eyes were slightly cold, "...don't call me wife."

"But last night... it was Mr. who carried you back."

"I'm willing to pay attention to your love among adults..." She subconsciously said impatiently, but suddenly remembered what happened last night.

She suddenly lowered her head and glanced at her clothes. Fortunately, they were still her original clothes and had not been changed.

...I slept in his arms last night.

The maid noticed her movement and said with a smile: "Sir, I was afraid that you would be angry when you woke up, so I didn't ask anyone to change your clothes."

"He let me pad my stomach?"

"Yes ma'am, the meal is downstairs. Sir said that you can go upstairs and go to sleep after you finish your meal."

"He understands me." Shen Lang sneered slightly, got up and went downstairs, and asked as he walked, "Then does he know that I like crispy duck?"

"...Crispy duck?" The maid was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help laughing, "My wife likes to eat this kind of thing? It's not healthy."

"What's unhealthy?" She asked casually, went directly to the dining table and sat down, looked at the maid with a smile, and seemed to be very distressed waiting for her answer.

The maid stared at her with those clear fox eyes, she couldn't help but blushed, and said, "That kind of greasy food is not good for your health..."

"Thank you for your concern, but you still can't hide the fact that your husband doesn't know that I like crispy duck."

The maid was speechless.

"When will Mr. Wen come back?"

"Usually around ten o'clock in the evening."

"It's a pity that I can't stay here until ten o'clock. When Mr. Wen comes back, tell him for me. I am very grateful to him last night. In addition, I don't want to see him again in the future. If there is something to do, let the person come to me directly." She shook Holding a knife and fork, with tender eyebrows and a smile, it seems that she is really just a gentle wife at home.

Before she finished speaking, she heard a voice behind her——

"Don't want to see me again?"

This sentence is extremely cold, as if mixed with ice balls, it makes people shiver involuntarily.

Shen Lang's back was slightly stiff, he didn't turn around, but slowly smiled, and said: "That's right,...don't see you again. As for your friend, let him come to me by himself."

After finishing speaking, she took a sip of porridge as if nothing had happened, her brows and eyes were calm.

"I don't allow it." Wen Jie paused, the pure black windbreaker before he had time to take off was filled with cool water vapor, casting a layer of gloom on his whole body.

"You have no rights and no qualifications." Shen Lang sneered in his heart, but he smiled softly and generously on his face, "Mr. Wen should understand that twisted melons are not sweet."

"..." Wen Jie's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his thin crimson lips were slightly pursed into a cold line.

He stared at the woman in front of him seriously, as if he had never known her before.

Obviously last night, she was still leaning so intimately in his arms, and foolishly talking in his sleep in his arms.

When she was sleeping soundly, the breath of her whole body seemed to be sweet, which made his heart feel hot and weak.Holding her, wanting to protect her and take care of her, no one will understand the satisfaction that is about to overflow.

Shen Lang only drank a bowl of porridge, and did not move the rest of the food at all.

She took the handkerchief from the maid, wiped her mouth slowly, got up and smiled softly:

"I have finished eating, Mr. Wen. Thank you very much for your hospitality. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Why do you only eat these?" He glanced down, his tone slightly lowered.

"I don't have a good appetite today, I can't eat any more." Shen Lang snorted.

It's hard for the dog to remember what the original owner likes to eat, but it's a pity that none of them are her favorite.

After that, she took a step back and stood still, took out five Grandpa Mao cards from her bag and put them on the dining table, saying: "This is the meal and accommodation expenses,... I only brought so much."

She seemed to be determined to draw a clear line with him, and since then the difference has been clear.

Seeing that she was about to go out, Wen Jie grabbed her wrists violently, "...Then what was last night?"

"It's perfectly normal for adults to hug each other to keep warm. Mr. Wen shouldn't take it seriously?"

With a smile on her face, she lightly broke free from his restraint, stopped looking at him, picked up her bag and left without leaving any trace.

Wen Jie stood at the same spot and stared at her deeply. He didn't realize it until she was completely out of the door, his brows rolled coldly.

After this incident, he was even more sure that she was sick.

This woman is absolutely schizophrenic to begin with.

Otherwise, science cannot explain why a person has such a serious sense of disobedience.

There was a smile in her eyes, but she did nothing.Maybe it's just that he didn't see him as a human being.

(End of this chapter)