Although Wang Yan flatly rejected the direct request, Zeng Zhi was unscrupulous. After washing the dishes, he ran to the bathroom to clean up for a while, then got out again and saw that his parents were watching TV in the living room, so he slipped out.

Zeng Zhi’s house is an old-fashioned courtyard house in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Most of the rooms are not connected inside and are doors opened from the outside.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that this house belonged to several families. Although they all came from an ancestor, they all had separate households after all, so there were naturally no doors between the rooms.

Later, after Zeng Zhi bought the rest of the rooms, he did not open the door between the rooms and connected the entire house.

After Wang Yan came to Zeng's house, the room she had tidied for her was Zeng Zhi's second sister's boudoir before her marriage, and it was not connected to Zeng Zhi and her parents' rooms. He wanted to go to her room, so he naturally had to sneak out.

When I came to the courtyard in the middle of the yard, I saw that Wang Yan's door was half-closed and was not locked. I couldn't help but think excitedly: "There is a door!"

So he knocked it lightly twice and then went in uninvited.

Well? Why is there no one?

"Yanzi?" Zeng Zhi shouted softly twice.

Wang Yan walked out of the bathroom. When she saw Zeng Zhi coming in, she didn't have any surprise expression and asked calmly: "Why are you here?"

When Zeng Zhi saw it, he realized that Wang Yan had just taken a shower, her hair was still wet, and she was wrapping it in a towel, holding a hair dryer in her hand, preparing to dry it, but she was wearing only a bathrobe.

"Oh, I want to talk to you about life..." Zeng Zhi said casually, but his eyes could not be separated from Wang Yan's body for a moment.

Although it was covered by a silk bathrobe, it was still obvious that Wang Yan's beautiful figure and part of her exposed white and tender skin. Especially a faint fragrance floated over her body, which made Zeng Zhi feel relaxed and happy.

"It doesn't seem to taste like perfume?" Zeng Zhi couldn't help asking.

Wang Yan looked at Zeng Zhi with some surprise, shook her head and said, "I never use perfume."

"No need to be the best, that kind of thing is unreliable!" Zeng Zhi immediately agreed.

"Why? But French perfumes are very expensive! Many of my best friends are looking forward to having a few bottles of top-quality French perfumes! You didn't say that to save money, right?" Wang Yan asked with some doubt.

"How could it be?! Am I such a stingy person?!" Zeng Zhi immediately shouted. "There are all reasons. But I don't plan to say it out loud. You will feel nauseous if you are responsible!"

"How is that possible? You must tell me the reason! Otherwise you will be stingy!" Wang Yan saw that Zeng Zhi seemed unwilling to explain the reason, so she insisted on him explaining.

Zeng Zhi was forced to say to Wang Yan: "No one knows about this. I met a French scientist when I was in school at the University of Science and Technology. He came to our school as a visiting scholar. The school arranged for me to receive him and had a good relationship with him, so I told me some things."

"Are you really a French scientist? How could you meet me so coincidentally?!" Wang Yan expressed some doubts.

Zeng Zhi was suspected by Wang Yanyi and complained very aggrievedly: "Why don't you even believe me? Do you actually ignore my sincerity with you? Oh, this is really frustrating!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Yan said with a blank look in Zeng Zhi, then turned on the hair dryer and began to organize his hair.

Zeng Zhi began to explain to Wang Yan: "You know, French perfume has been very mysterious for many years, especially the formula is highly confidential. It is said that there is a special material in the perfume, which is similar to the mysterious material of Coca-Cola, and is only in the hands of a few people."

"But the French scientist I know told me that he had studied animal oil extracts based on the special smell sources in the perfume, and found a very amazing conclusion that a very special smell source in the French perfume was actually extracted from human corpse oil!"

Zeng Zhi spoke with emotion. When he said the word "corpse oil", Wang Yan was really shocked. He looked at Zeng Zhi with dissatisfaction and said, "You are going to die! You tell me this in the middle of the night! Are you deliberately scaring me!?"

Wang Yan was a little scared by Zeng Zhi. Originally, girls always had strong curiosity and were very sensitive and overly passionate about those mysterious and terrifying things. Wang Yan was naturally no exception. He was naturally a little scared when he listened to Zeng Zhi telling him about these things at night. Many small particles of sand immediately appeared on his smooth skin.

Many white-collar workers in companies, especially young girls, are advocates of French perfume. In their hearts, French perfume symbolizes supreme nobility and taste.

Although Wang Yan does not use perfume, she cannot accept the statement of corpse oil anyway.

However, Zeng Zhi said with confidence: "Although what the French scientist said may not be true, there are certain possibilities!"

"In ancient Egypt, fragrances were offerings only for gods, but these spices and ointments were also used for the anti-corrosion of corpses. So, you know, it is very likely that corpse oil can make the perfume have a unique atmosphere, and it is not entirely nonsense."

"And this seems to explain why French perfumes that always exude unique and come from nowhere can always cause poisonous temptations."

However, when Zeng Zhi was talking loudly, he suddenly felt that his thighs were hurt a little again. When he looked down, Wang Yan had already put down the hair dryer and was holding his thigh muscles tightly with both hands.

Well, this is something that you suffer.

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"Oh, life is really boring!" Zeng Zhibai said to Zeng Chuidong bored.

That night, he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and go to Wushan with Wang Yan again, but his mother was disturbed. It was so painful!

But he was just thinking about it. If he really wanted to be a bully, he would definitely struggle with Wang Yan's temperament.

However, the more you struggle, the more you feel. Zeng Zhi laughed very vulgarly.

"Dazhi, you are smiling so much!" Zeng Chuidong saw the smile on Zeng Zhi's face, and his heart was so bleak that he couldn't help but say to him.

"Nonsense!" Zeng Zhi retorted lazily, "How can a talent as outstanding as me show a yd smile? You really don't have any appreciation! This is obviously a charming smile!"

Zeng Chuidong curled his lips and expressed his disagreement, but Zeng Zhi is now his boss and keeps silent.
Chapter completed!