Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

He Sizhe sat on the ground, his hands trembling, his head in his arms, his mind blank, talking to himself in a daze.

"I just want to climb up... I want others to look up to me... I'm not wrong."

"People like you don't deserve to be looked up to." Liang Yuhang walked past him without sympathy, and Sharilaya followed him past him.

He Sizhe trembled all over as he watched them leave, tears of regret streaming down his face.

He was not in pain because he realized his mistakes, but because of the punishment he would receive next.

...

In the laboratory.

Qiao Nian put on a radiation-proof coat, stuffed her bag into the cabinet, and was about to wash her hands to start today's experiment.

She was about to close the cabinet door, but stopped again, frowned slightly, and reopened it as if compromising, and took out the latest contact in the satellite phone from inside, and sent him a message.

...

In the car.

Ye Wangchuan had already driven away from the institute.

The vibration of his personal phone broke his busy schedule. He put down what he was doing, looked at his phone with his eyelashes slightly lowered and tender.

"Master Wang." Ji Lin was driving, looked behind through the rearview mirror, and whispered: "What's wrong with your mouth?"

"Hmm?" Ye Wangchuan had just finished reading the message sent by Qiao Nian, telling him that the matter had been resolved, and there was still an intoxicating smile at the corner of his lips.

Ji Lin didn't know whether he should continue to speak, and said hesitantly: "Your mouth is broken."

Ye Wangchuan raised his hand and twisted the corner of his mouth, and there was a slight stinging pain on his lips. It was probably the place where Ji Lin's mouth was broken.

His fingertips repeatedly rubbed that place, and he raised the corner of his lips in a good mood, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Well, I was bitten by a cat."

"..." Ji Lin intuitively guessed something, looked straight ahead with his eyes, drove his car silently, and stopped asking.

"Why don't you ask me what kind of cat I am." Ye Wangchuan was interested in teasing him instead.

Ji Lin sat upright, feeling the friction under his buttocks, making him feel uncomfortable but not dare to move. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and replied awkwardly: "Ah, what kind of cat."

"Hmm." Ye Wangchuan chuckled, his eyebrows and eyes were stained with the spring breeze of Kaihuayu: "A very cute cat."

"...Miss Qiao... cute.

Ji Lin couldn't connect the two together, especially when he heard his own Wangye say this in a very serious tone, he wanted to disappear on the spot.

He wished that Gu San was here instead. Gu San should not let the atmosphere cool down, and should say a few witty words instead of eating dog food dryly like him.

However, his eyes unconsciously looked at Wangye's bitten lips. The kitten bit so hard that it broke the skin violently. Are you sure it's a cute kitten?

Maybe this is the sour smell between lovers? Single dogs don't understand anything, and single dogs are very innocent.

*

When Ye Wangchuan returned to Rose Mansion, the ten elders were already waiting in the mansion.

"Back? "The old man was wearing a gray buttoned shirt, with an emerald brooch on his chest and a cane inlaid with black agate in his hand. He was sitting in the main hall waiting for him. In front of him was a pot of Earl Grey tea. The bright red tea was served in an enamel teacup, revealing a low-key life of luxury and extravagance.

Beside him stood a man wrapped in a black robe. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and not very burly. His eyes were bright and amazing. (End of this chapter)