Chapter 2257

Zhai Xingchen's face changed slightly. He quickly turned his wheelchair and went to the room: "Uncle Xu, you are wrong."

An hour later, they came to the door of the Institute.

Zhai takes out his mobile phone, clicks on the "mirror" app he just downloaded and confirms that he has no problem. Then he opens the door.

Xu Bo moved the wheelchair down, and Zhai Xingchen didn't want him to help him, so he got on the wheelchair.

The door of the research institute is automatic. When they get to the door, Zhai Xingchen calls Xu Bo: "I'll go in myself."

Xu Bo has a big head. He knows that Zhai Xingchen doesn't want people to think that he depends on his parents for everything, but he still handed over the file bag containing the case.

Zhai Xingchen takes the document bag and turns the wheelchair forward.

He Lianqing arrived at the research institute early today, because there was an experiment to produce data, so he left in a hurry.

When I felt a little hungry, I reflected that I didn't even eat breakfast.

Just then, there was a noise from the door.

She raised her eyes and saw her assistant leading a teenager in.

Thinking of Gong Suhe's classmate, he Lianqing put down his things and nodded to him: "is it a star?"

Zhai Xingchen raised his lips and practiced smiling all night. He felt that his facial muscles were stiff. He tried to make himself behave well: "yes, doctor, this is my previous case."

He Lianqing took it over and began to take a serious look.

Zhai Xingchen felt that he was not breathing well, but more often, he used his spare light to see he Lianqing.

It has to be said that Gong Suhe's temperament, seven points with his mother.

Even the facial features are similar to he Lianqing.

He suddenly understood that only in such a family could he cultivate a sincere and kind-hearted Gong Suhe.

"I've finished your case." He Lianqing raised his eyes: "let me feel your pulse."

Zhai Xingchen quickly stretched out his hand.

He Lianqing was serious and didn't have the expression of superfluous words. She felt her pulse and then picked up her pen and began to write something.

The room is very quiet, Zhai Xingchen subconsciously put light breathing.

He Lianqing finished writing in one breath. Then he raised his eyes and said with a puzzled expression: "star, your pulse doesn't match your skin."

"Well?" Zhai Xingchen didn't understand.

"What's on your face?" He Lianqing doubtfully wants to distinguish carefully: "you look at the pulse condition, shouldn't have skin disease..."

Zhai Xingchen heard the word "skin disease" and his head exploded.

But he didn't have time to say anything. There was another movement at the door.

Miyamoto Chen today just need to go to the group to have a meeting can go home, after listening to the servant said, he even green rice did not eat to go.

He just had nothing to do, so he asked the cook to do it again and brought it to helianqing.

Just push open the door, I saw he Lianqing close to a guy's face.

Palace Mo Chen pupil one shrinks, stride past.

He Lianqing raised his eyes and gave him a smile. He did not avoid suspicion at all. He got closer: "star, what's on your face?"

The temple Mo Chen eyebrow palpitates to jump, the thing puts on the tabletop, the vision sweeps past, then saw the youth on the wheelchair.

The boy is very handsome, cold and white, full of the smell of youth.

Just, look carefully on the face, can see to wipe a thing.

Miyamoto Chen did not have time to be jealous, there is a flash in the mind.

"Pink?" He wondered.

Zhai Xingchen

He wanted to get out of the door.

And he even green after the palace Mo Chen remind, also react to come over.

She blinked suspiciously, then said seriously: "star, the quality of the powder you bought is not good."