The supernatural president is both milky and wolfish. He conquers his wife in his previous life

"Fourth Master? The population was small in the past, but over the years, the population of the earth has grown exponentially. China already has a population of 14 billion. Do you know what this means?"

Cao Siye actually asked this question, "What?"

"Similar! People are similar! Oh, right~" Shu Fu suddenly remembered, "She has a mark on her left ear! So the question of similarity is not a problem."

But think about it, isn't there someone in this world who looks similar and also has the four-leaf clover mark behind his ear?

Although the probability is so low that it is almost impossible, as long as it is not 0, it means that it is possible.

But Cao Siye had never worried about this problem, he said slowly.

"If there is anyone who looks even slightly like her, even if it's just a mark behind her ear but she doesn't look alike at all. Even if she's not even a human but just an animal, find her for me, and I will naturally find a way to verify it!"

After saying that, he finally picked out a bottle of red wine that he liked and walked back to the bar with it.

But he saw that Shu Fu had fallen asleep on her stomach, and he didn't know how much of what he had just said she heard.

Forget it, we’ve waited for so long, it doesn’t matter if we let her sleep for a while.

He picked up the corkscrew, opened the bottle of red wine, and started drinking it by himself.

Shu Fu slept particularly soundly this time.

When she woke up from her dream, she opened her eyes in a daze and saw the unfamiliar environment. It took her a long time to remember where she was and what she had done before.

I looked at the time and it was already past two in the afternoon! No wonder my stomach was growling with hunger.

She hurriedly put on her shoes, ran out of the room, turned around and saw a sign hanging on the door that said "Bedroom".

At this point, it seems that this bedroom is not out of place in this office area.

She tiptoed to the office door and was about to put her ear to the door to listen when the door opened.

Cao Siye poked his head out from behind an oversized computer screen. Seeing Shu Fu looking like she had made a mistake, he couldn't help but laugh, "Did you sleep well?"

"Ok!"

"Are you sober yet? Do you want to go back and rest?"

"I'm fine. I can still drink a lot, but I just drink less red wine."

"I'm sorry for letting you drink so much right away. I was afraid that if you were too sober, you would be too rational and not believe what I said."

"Actually, whether I believe it or not, I will do whatever you say. You pay and I work, it's only natural."

Cao Siye nodded in agreement: "I left some food for you in the kitchen! If you feel energetic after dinner, come in and work!"

After he finished speaking, he pointed to a window seat in the office and Shu Fu turned her head to look over.

The sunlight pours onto a long table, on which all kinds of painting tools are neatly arranged. A large space is reserved next to it, providing ample space for painting.

She was amazed at how thorough the preparations were, and became even more convinced that her coming here was an arrangement Cao Siye had made long ago.

She even began to suspect that the dart she threw at the map was caused by Cao Siye's manipulation, which led her to step here step by step.

At this moment, another cloud of doubts surged in her mind. She looked at Cao Siye and asked, "You asked me to come here, is it really just to ask me to draw?"

"What else? Do you still think I want to take away ten years of your life?"

"But isn't this the deal we made in the first place? You give me one million and I'll give you ten years of life."

"Hahahaha..." Cao Siye suddenly laughed when he heard this, which made Shu Fu a little confused.

After Cao Siye had laughed enough, he raised his eyebrows and asked mysteriously, "Do you know what script killing is?"

"Script killing?" Shu Fu was confused. "I know, but is there any connection between the two?"

"Tangde Hospital is a script-killing scenario that I created myself."