Chapter 383

In his prime, Mo casually pulls Wen churan into a VIP reception room, and the strong slamming of the door shows his anger at the moment.

Sure enough, when he turned and looked at Wen churan behind him, his eyes seemed to be burning.

"Wen churan! You... "

Knowing that he was angry, Wen churan hurried forward and hugged his thigh, interrupting his impending anger.

"Only when I see it with my own eyes can I rest assured."

"So? You see it with your own eyes now. What's your special feeling? " Sheng Shimo's tone was cold and mixed with a trace of irony.

As the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling face.

Wen churan looked up at the man with a smile. "I think the old man looks very amiable..."

Seeing the man's face sinking in an instant, she quickly changed her mouth, "but... The more kind people look, the more vicious they are, just like you..."

Sheng Shimo raised his eyebrows and said, "me? How can I? "

Wen churan squints and smiles, "just like you, you look fierce on the surface, but you are a gentle and considerate person in your heart!"

Seeing the woman's solemn flattery, Mo couldn't help but want to laugh at the time of prosperity, but he still pursed his lips, held back his smile and stared at her with a pair of sharp eyes like hunting animals.

"You're wrong."

Wen churan's heart immediately clicked.

No! It didn't flatter. It hit the horse's hoof.

Just when she was worried, the man suddenly raised his head proudly, glanced at her with cold eyes, opened his thin lips and said, "I've never been a gentle and considerate person, but I'm just gentle and considerate to you."

“……”

Well... Is this man flirting with her again?

In short, he is not angry!

Wen churan immediately hugged Sheng Shimo's thigh and buried his head in his thigh. "Mr. Sheng, just hit me with your tenderness and consideration!"

In his prime, Mo looked down and saw that the little girl's whole body was close to his thighs, especially her head, almost reaching his dangerous zone.

He stepped back several steps and looked away as if he couldn't bear to look straight at him.

"Wen... Wen Chu dye, you loosen it first..."

Such a posture, such a posture, he really can't accept it.

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

The tall figure in front of the French window is like a sculpture and a devil from hell.

"See?"

The voice is low without any temperature.

The hoarse old voice then sounded "see."

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

"Yes." The old voice paused for a while before saying, "but it will take some time."

"OK." The figure in front of the French window finally moved, and the voice became more dull. "After waiting for so many years, it's not bad for this moment. Soon... She can come back to me again... "

After Sheng Shimo participated in the asthma research project, he met with the old professor almost every two days.

With the vigilance, he observed almost all time, but he was not aware of the anything wrong with the old man.

At least in the treatment of asthma, he is indeed very professional. Without many years of medical experience and profound knowledge, he can never reach such a powerful level.

But asthma has never been completely cured. As long as the patient is too excited, he is in danger of getting sick at any time.