The secretary brought a cup of coffee, placed it on the coffee table, and asked Murong Rong to sit down.
After Murong Rong thanked him, he sat on the sofa and the secretary left.
Yinzai was talking to the people over there in fluent German, and his mellow voice had a bit of a gravel tone because of his lowered voice, which was very nice to hear.
Murong Rong looked at him, he looked very serious, his face was tense, and his thick brows were always frowning from time to time, as if there were many stories hidden deep inside.
From time to time, I write in the notebook with a pen, and the fingers with clear joints look strong and flexible.
His eyes accidentally glanced at her, and she quickly turned her head to the side and looked at the office.
The style of the office is completely different from seven years ago. All the furniture and accessories have been changed, and she can't find anything familiar to her.
The former small wine cabinet was replaced by a small tea house design, with many tea sets and tea leaves placed on it.
"Miss Helen, do you like tea?"
Murong Rong was lost in thought while looking at the small tea house, and even when Yin Zai walked up behind her, she was not alert.
Murong Rong stood up and said, "Hello, Mr. Yinzai."
She lowered her voice and changed her voice.
Changing your voice is one of the basic skills of being a spy. Every time you perform a mission, you use a different voice or intonation.
When she came back this time, in order to prevent others from hearing her voice, she practiced her pronunciation hard for several months.
So her voice has more or less an accent from another region.
Yin Zai asked Murong Rong to sit down and asked, "Miss Helen, would you like to drink tea?"
"I don't drink tea, thank you. There is already coffee here." Murong Rong pointed to the coffee on the coffee table and said.
Yinzai didn't sit down, so she had to stand.
He was more than a head taller than her, so every time she looked at him, she had to raise her head.
Perhaps because of this, every time I think of him, I always feel that he is particularly tall.
Yin Zai made a gesture of invitation and the two of them sat down together.
Murong Rong took out the application form from his bag and handed it to Yinzai, "Please sign it."
Before seeing him, I was always on tenterhooks, but now that I was face to face with him, I felt strangely calm.
After changing my identity, it turns out that I can get along with him peacefully.
Yinzai took it over, looked at it for a few times, and asked a few formulaic questions.
Murong Rong answered them one by one.
Yinzai thought about it for a moment, then took out a pen from his pocket and signed his name.
The pen is made of 18k white gold and is inlaid with diamonds in a symmetrical pattern.
Murong Rong's eyes fell on his writing hand.
His wrists and arms were bruised and purple, and even had large swellings in some places.
She asked in surprise: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Yinzai took a look and said casually: "I made it while fencing yesterday."
After signing, he handed the application form to Murong Rong.
Murong Rong was looking through her bag and found a box of ointment.
As a professional who often suffers injuries, she always carries a small box of ointment with her as a backup.
Unable to explain, Murong Rong grabbed Yinzai's hand, picked some ointment, and gently applied it on his hand, complaining: "Why don't you wear gloves? If you hurt one place, you can just stop using it. Why do you still apply it?"
Are there injuries everywhere? Look at the extent of the injuries. You haven’t even received any medicine. You really don’t know how to take care of yourself.”
She didn't even notice it herself, so she naturally started nagging at him.
Yin Zai was startled and looked down at her carefully applying the medicine to him, with the faint fragrance of orchid perfume floating in his nose.
"This is a normal thing when fencing..." He couldn't help but explain to her.
"Don't play fencing next time." She whispered to him, with a worried tenderness in her tone.
Yinzai's heart moved, and he grabbed her hand, holding it in his palm, and gently caressed her soft palm with his slightly rough fingertips.
Murong Rong was shocked, came to her senses, and quickly withdrew her hand, "I...I'm sorry..."
For a moment, I was confused and panicked.
Murong Rong stood up suddenly, "I'm leaving -"
She completely lost her mind and was no longer a calm spy. She had to get out of here.
Yinzai suddenly reached out and grabbed her, "Wait a minute."
"What's the matter?" Murong Rong looked at him warily. He was so nervous that he barely managed to pull out the gun on his body.
Yin Zai showed the application form in his hand, "You don't want this?"
Murong Rong took it and stuffed it in his bag, "I'm leaving." After taking two steps, he turned back and put the ointment in his hand, "Take it, don't forget to apply the ointment."
Yinzai took the box, ran his fingers around the edge of the box, and stood up.
"It's lunch time now, let's go have a meal together."
He stood in front of her majestically, looking at her warmly with his dark and deep eyes, and his softened face vaguely found the gentleness of the past.
Faced with the person who appeared thousands of times in her dreams, Murong Rong could not refuse. When she walked into his exclusive elevator that day, a corner of the wall built in her heart collapsed and she could no longer face him calmly.
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She nodded slightly.
"Wait for me for a while." Yinzai returned to his desk, organized several important documents, and gave some important instructions.
Murong Rong withdrew and stood outside the door waiting for him.
My feet were pacing back and forth in front of the door, my anxiety rising and falling.
Five minutes later, Yinzai walked out of the office.
He held a suit jacket in his hand and unbuttoned the two buttons of his white shirt, revealing the strong and elastic muscles inside.
"Let's go." He led her towards the elevator.
Pressing his palm on the fingerprint reader, he opened the elevator and invited her in.
The elevator descended slowly, and the small space was filled with his breath, which was so familiar that it made her heart palpitate.
"What would Miss Helen want to eat?" he asked.
"Whatever." Murong Rong looked at the numbers jumping in front of her and looked sideways at him.
His chiseled profile is extremely handsome, his thin lips are tightly pursed, and his strong chin is a perfect arc.
It's just that why his thick brows are always frowning intentionally or unintentionally, as if there is a heavy worry on his brows.
"Yinzai, how have you been doing these past few years?" she asked gently.
He turned his head, his eyes filled with surprise and confusion, "What did you say?"
Murong Rong looked away from his face and looked at the series of numbers in front of her, "How many people can use this elevator."
"Four," he answered.
She was about to ask who it was, but then she felt that the question was inappropriate, so she swallowed the question.
In the elevator room, it became quiet, so quiet that except for the slight sound of the elevator descending, it was everyone's nervous breathing.