My Secretary is a Little Sweet

Chapter 913: Boss, Cheng has arrived

Chapter 913: Boss, Cheng has arrived

The doctor in charge of Jing Zhi's daily life was an Asian girl with black hair and black eyes. She was wearing a full set of protective masks and plastic gloves, as if she was afraid of getting infected.

She handed the hot water to Jing Zhi and said in fluent English, "I've never seen a poison more powerful than the virus in your body. Eat it, it won't kill you. "

She spoke in such a mature tone that Jing Zhi couldn't help but doubt her age.

"How old are you?"

The girl lied without even blinking. "I'm almost forty. "

Jing Zhi didn't believe her. He leaned forward and stared at her transparent mask. "You're not forty, you're fourteen, right?"

"Fourteen? I'm a veteran doctor in the Research Institute. Virus cultivation, bacterial reproduction, human stem cell transplantation, what do I not know? If fourteen can learn this much, I'll be the number one genius in the world!"

Jing Zhi still didn't believe her.

Not to mention the doctor's young face, just by listening to her voice, he knew that she was definitely not forty years old.

However, there was nothing else in the Research Institute except for all kinds of old monsters.

In order to prolong their lives and slow down aging, they had developed a variety of drugs that could completely maintain the appearance of their youth.

The doctor in charge of his diet might not be a teenager, but he was definitely not in his forties.

For a 40-year-old woman, no matter how much bottoxins, hyaluronic acid, and anti-aging drugs were used, the condition of her skin would not be the same as that of a teenage girl.

Jing Zhi didn't really care how old the doctor was. He didn't care.

In any case, it was possible that the doctor would be infected with the virus and die in a few days.

Jing Zhi felt a little strange when he thought about this.

The doctor in front of him seemed to have been in charge of his diet for more than a year. Why was he still alive?

The people who took care of him in close proximity were basically killed by him in a fit of rage. This young doctor didn't die, wasn't he too lucky?

Forget it, let's not think about it. It's not surprising that there are occasionally people who have lived for a long time. Peter was still playing by his side. It had been a few years and had not died yet.

He ate the delicious and fragrant Turkey in big mouthfuls. He enjoyed the snow and filled his stomach. He drank a big mouthful of water and felt very satisfied.

This was the happiest Christmas he had had in six years!

Jing Zhi finished a big turkey with a silly smile on his face. He also ate two apples and two oranges.

He thought that the perverts in the Research Institute had found their conscience and let him enjoy the meal, but he did not know how much effort and manpower Jing Rui had put in to let him live in a room with Windows and eat these things.

After he was full, Jing Zhi lay back on the bed lazily and let the young doctor reconnect all the devices for him. He even reached out his left hand for her to put the needle in.

He was nibbling on an orange in his right hand. Looking at the doctor's skillful injection, he couldn't help but ask,""What's your name? Have you always been taking care of me?"

The research projects in the Research Institute were all extremely dangerous, so most of the doctors wore large masks and white doctor Hats, only revealing their eyes.

It was extremely difficult to recognize someone with just eyes, so Jing Zhi couldn't remember a person. He only remembered people by their voices.

He remembered the doctor's voice, but he had never been able to see her face.

The girl was silent for a while. Just when Jing Zhi thought she wouldn't answer, she said in Chinese,""I'm Shuyin. "

Jing Zhi was surprised,"shade?" What a strange name. "

He had accidentally spoken Chinese, and even he himself didn't realize how natural he was when he said it.

"Comfort as in comfort, and The Sound of Music."

Shuyin explained calmly, as if she wasn't surprised that Jing Zhi could speak Chinese.

She didn't seem to have any intention of talking to Jing Zhi. She packed her things and pushed the dining cart out.

"Hey, don't you have an English name?"

Shuyin stopped in her tracks."Cheryl," she said."You can call me if you need anything."

She pushed the dining cart away after she finished speaking, leaving Jing Zhi alone in deep thought."When did I learn Chinese?"

Jing Zhi chewed on the orange in distress. Halfway through, he suddenly felt a very familiar feeling.

He felt like someone had taught him how to eat an orange before.

It seemed like eating the skin together was not right?

Jing Zhi stared at the half-eaten orange in his hand. Where was the person who had peeled an orange for him?

He opened his left palm and saw two light blue words on it. Tears flowed down his face.

He cried and ate the orange, then lay on the bed with the last orange in his arms, ready to sleep.

However, when he accidentally glanced at it, he found that there were small Chinese characters carved on the bottom of the orange!

The writing was done with a sharp knife, so it wasn't very obvious. However, if one looked closely, they could still see the Chinese characters:

Idiot, you didn't skin it again, did you?

Jing Zhi's sleepiness was gone instantly. He sat up on the bed and pulled the needle off for the second time. The instruments attached to his body clattered loudly.

Brother!

Jing Zhi was ecstatic!

He didn't know why, but his intuition told him that the person who had engraved the words was his brother!

Her brother was actually right beside her!

Jing Zhi sat on the bed and laughed silently.

It seemed that his vague memory was not wrong. He had an older brother, and his older brother was still alive!

Her brother knew that he was here. Was it her brother who had helped her every time she had escaped danger? Last night, was the person who had pulled him up from the bottom of the sea also her brother?

He was like a child, holding Cheng tightly in his arms, sobbing and laughing.

……

Jing Rui, dressed in a black killer's uniform, knelt in front of a long and narrow glass window, looking at his target through the scope.

The curtains in the room were all drawn, and the darkness made the room seem even more somber.

He knelt there, motionless, like a statue.

After waiting for two hours and forty-seven minutes, the target finally appeared in a suitable position for shooting.

With a bang, the bullet went through the small hole in the glass of the room and quickly penetrated the floor-to-ceiling window of the opposite villa. It shot into the chest of a man and shattered his heart.

After the successful attack, Jing Rui quickly put away his equipment and was ready to leave.

There was a soft "ding" sound from his wireless earphone. He took out his phone and unlocked it. Then, he saw a new message on it:

Boss, Cheng has arrived. He has a Happy Christmas and is crying now."

A smile appeared on Jing Rui's cold face, which melted all the ice in the winter.