Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 17 Anyone can lie to me, but you can't

Ruan Shiyan didn't know what was wrong with her, from the moment she left the master bedroom, the scene that made her blush and heartbeat just now couldn't get rid of in her mind.

Even after returning to the room and closing the door, her cheeks were still hot.

Xiao Xing was also taken aback.

"Master Yan, what's the matter? Why is your face so red?"

Ruan Shiyan didn't have the face to explain, she stuffed the car keys into Xiao Xing's hand and walked towards the cloakroom. When she came out after changing into a set of all black clothes, she still had a pair of sunglasses in her hand.

She came back from the morgue, and she wasn't crazy enough to walk back.

Otherwise, what if someone finds out and calls the police, and then arrests her and locks her up in some secret laboratory for scientific research?
only……

"Little Xingxing, is it customary to take a bath immediately after returning from the cemetery?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Ruan Shiyan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and put on her sunglasses, "It's okay, let's go, a half-day trip to the mortuary!"

"..." Is this something worthy of shouting slogans?

While following Xiao Xing, Ruan Shiyan was thinking about her plan for going to the mortuary later, when she stopped, Xiao Xing had already taken her to the garage.

Looking at the expensive luxury cars in front of her, she was just about to let Xiao Xing see which car Song Zehan gave her the keys to, when she found that Xiao Xing went straight to a light truck parked on the far right. Pink Land Rover.

Pale pink is rare, and it doesn't seem like a style that big men will like.

A cold president with a girlish heart?
"Isn't this car too flamboyant?"

Xiao Xing opened the car door, looked back at her, "This is your 20th birthday present."

"???"her?
God, what happened in the past three years?

"Mr. Song chose this model at the beginning. He knew that you don't like to be too ostentatious, so within the range you can accept, he chose this model with high safety factor and good performance, and then made a special modification."

"As for the color, he asked you what color you like in advance, and you said pink, so there was this gift."

Ruan Shiyan walked to Lu Rover, touched it lightly, and sighed regretfully.

"Well, although I can't remember when all the things you said happened, but I believe that the pink I mentioned at the beginning must refer to the color of Grandpa Mao, not a pink Land Rover."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a great discount."

Xiao Xing rolled his eyes at the air, "Master Yan, if you continue to be obsessed with money, by the time we arrive at the mortuary, people will probably have to take a lunch break."

"Let's go." Ruan Shiyan got into the car, and was about to observe the interior, but from the corner of her eyes, she saw Xiao Xing's series of actions from adjusting the seat to driving the car out, which were very natural and smooth.

He seems to be... familiar with everything here.

Including this car, it should have been driven many times.

This kid, isn't he...

Ruan Shiyan turned sideways suddenly, lowered her sunglasses a little, narrowed her clear and lively eyes slightly, but there was a trace of scrutiny in her seemingly harmless eyes that did not match her temperament.

"Xiao Xing, is there something you are hiding from me, kid?"

Out of guilty conscience, Xiao Xing subconsciously found something for himself to do, and immediately glanced at the rearview mirror.

But immediately felt that this was too obvious, so he turned his head and gave Ruan Shiyan an angry look, "Make it up, continue to make it up. Director Ruan, according to your current thinking, can I survive this episode?"

"Of course I can. I will arrange for you in the morgue in the next episode."

"..."

"Little Xingxing, we have lived together for so many years, and you know me best. I don't care who lied to me in this world. After all, I have lied to many people. It's just retribution, I admit. But you can't lie to me, no matter what. .”

"..."

"So I just want to ask you, how much do you know about the memory of the three years I lost? I hope you can tell me the truth."

(End of this chapter)