Capítulo 190: Her Unique Fragrance

Chu Cichen stared at the text he had just finished typing.

A scene then flashed in his mind.

A woman wearing a red dress and golden mask flaunted her lithe figure as she walked. Two of her slender fingers were wrapped around a cigar as she took a deep puff before exhaling a spiral of smoke.

After that, her black inky eyes underneath the mask looked at Chu Cichen.

With her thin lips and a voice that was filled with languidness, she said, "527, you have to remember that you have to be respectful toward researchers because they are the future of this world."

527 was his number in the organization.

He would always be ridiculed by her and even his 527 name code sounded like "I love my wife" in mandarin pronunciation. In the future, she was sure that he would be someone who loved his wife deeply. He then asked her what she liked.