The three words "Jin Zhanheng." are leisurely and plain but have an inexplicable power.

Lan Youci's heart moved and immediately guessed the purpose of Jin Zhanheng's call: "It turned out to be Mr. Jin from the Jin family in the south of the city. How could you know my private phone number?"

"This is not the point. The point is that Master Lan doesn't seem to like the gifts I give."

After Lan Youci learned that the flower basket was not given by Shu Ge, he actually guessed who gave it.

Then, it was only given by the owner of that ancient painting.

But he didn't expect that she had lost the flower basket, and Jin Zhanheng actually knew about it.

Is this sending someone to keep an eye on the entrance of the community?

"Sorry, my job requires 100% concentration. Any fragrance may cause me to be distracted and it is not convenient to place the flower basket at home."

I pondered for a moment on the other side of the phone: "Master Lan is afraid that the smell of flowers will affect work. So, isn't it professional enough to keep the breath on other people's paintings when he is repairing his work?"

Lan Ci narrowed his eyes. Did she accidentally leave any smell on it when she repaired his ancient painting?

There was already indifferent, "Don't disturb me."

The phone hung up, she lowered her head, picked up her collar, and sniffed it.

There is no smell.

Every time she touches an antique, she will take a shower, can’t put on makeup, can’t apply perfume, and even skin care products such as shower gel, shampoo, lotion, and toner will choose colorless, odorless, and fragrance-free, just because she is afraid of contaminating the repaired antiques.

She also preserved the ancient paintings well for two days after she was here, and she would never let the restoration be contaminated with any smell.

"Did you leave again, are you done?" Just then, Xiaodong came over.

"Come here," Lan Youci called his assistant, "Does there be any smell on me?"

Xiaodong walked over and sniffed, shook his head: "No. I can't smell anything."

Lan Aoci frowned.

It seems that I have no nasal congestion.

It should be that Mr. Jin has a problem with his nose.

*

Phoenix Mountain, Jin Family.

Under the moonlight, in the backyard, the breeze was blowing, Jin Zhanheng leaned on the beauty, half-closed her eyes, stretched her long legs, and laid her arms behind her head.

It looks like a delicate and pleasing picture.

The cell phone that had just finished the phone was thrown aside.

After a while, Xiaobei walked quickly: "Master."

His eyes slowly opened a thin slit: "Have you found it?"

Xiaobei reported:

"According to your instructions, I went to check Master Lan Youci's background, which is basically the same as what the outside world knows. Master Lan came from a family of historians. The Lan family went back to dozens of generations and was all from history. Even several generations of ancestors were historians of the ancient court. Her grandfather and parents were also scholars in the history circle in China. Master Lan's parents encountered mudslides and died when they visited the ancient tombs in the mountains twenty years ago. Now the only family is left by Grandpa. Master Lan's grandfather is called

Lan Bo, a professor of history at the University of Beijing, is also a famous historian in my country and a famous antique appreciation expert. He has retired and lives in Beijing, but he does not live with Master Lan. Master Lan has no relatives and friends, but only keeps in touch with his grandfather. In addition, Master Lan is too low-key and no photos are leaked out of the outside world. However, last time I saw it, he was a very young girl... well... she looks very beautiful. She is really different from the historian I imagined."

Jin Zhanheng's eyelashes moved.

This Lan Youci is really mysterious.

The long arched legs slowly lowered: "Get back."

Xiao Bei went down.
Chapter completed!