Chapter 259

There are two sterile laboratories inside and outside.

Through the large glass window, Si Qing sees Wenni washing her hands in the outer room.

Winnie is the woman in the picture.

And his woman.

At this time, she was wearing the same light blue sterile clothes as in the photo, and her tall figure was vaguely visible.

Different from the photos, she has curly hair and goggles. She is very professional.

The transparent water column passed through her slender fingers. Si Qing didn't know what to think, and the corners of his lips slowly aroused a smile.

It's bad.

The glass window of the laboratory is very thick, the sound insulation effect is very good, and you can't hear anything.

Si Qing raised his hand and knocked on the window slowly.

At first glance, there is no rule, but when you listen carefully, you can find that the interval between each knock and the previous one is different, long and short.

In the laboratory, you can hear very light and stuffy sounds.

Wenni slowly dried her fingers, straightened up and looked at Si Qing.

Watching him knock on the window, a moment later, he seemed to understand something. With a smile, he went into the inner room and said a few words to his men, and then went out of the laboratory.

He went to Si Qing, stopped, took off his goggles, took out the clip with beautiful hair, and the flaxen curly hair fell down like a waterfall.

Before Si Qing could speak, she asked directly, "are you going home? How long?"

Si Qing looked clear, turned and leaned against the glass behind him, grabbed her waist and took her to his side.

Light shampoo fragrance came to his face. He took a bite on her earlobe, and then enjoyed the style of women close at hand but still 0 flawed: "I don't know, it's possible in a few days or weeks."

Wen Ni took a look at him, put her hands behind her and put them around the man's waist: "why not sell them to local people?"

Si qinglue pondered: "local people? One by one pretentious aristocrats, face is more beautiful than inside. They can't afford the price I want."

His fingers rolled a woman's hair: "Bo Yunli is different. You don't know how much money that smelly boy has."

Wen Ni's eyes flashed a trace of cunning, as if deliberately teasing: "Bo Yunli, I remember... Is a handsome man."

"Huh?" Si Qing looked at her, and then her eyes locked Wen Ni tightly, as if she would swallow her in the next second.

He raised his hand and pinched the woman's jaw with a slight force on his fingertips: "baby, what did you just say?"

The sound of opening the door next to me sounded again.

Wen Ni's assistant came out from the inside and caught a glimpse of the "conjoined baby" wrapped around the glass. He had long been surprised, his face was not red, his heart did not jump, and directly handed over the information in his hand.

"Director Wen, this is the information you want. The work for the next month has been arranged."

Si Qing raised his eyebrows when he heard the speech: "a month's work? You're going too? Where are you going?"

Wen Ni broke away from him, took the information, took off her coat, handed it to the assistant very skillfully, and walked out.

"No," Si Qing straightened up and looked at Wen Ni's back. "Baby, I'm asking you something."

Wen Ni smiled and looked back: "accompany you home."

She speaks very casually, but her eyes are full of extreme love and warmth.

Si Qing was stunned and then bowed his head and smiled

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Kyoto No. 1 middle school.

Time soon came Saturday morning.

Today is a rest day. The mobilization meeting will begin at 1:30 p.m. and all classes will inform the students to gather at school at noon.

At the moment, the campus is as quiet as if it had not awakened.

The principal's office.

President Jiang is sitting in his seat to tidy up his appearance, with a solemn expression and a little nervous.

Senior three mobilization meeting is held every year. President Jiang has participated in many sessions. He won't be nervous about it at all.

What made him nervous was the coming distinguished guests.

Liu Bi has made preparations for the afternoon meeting. Now, looking at President Jiang's attention, she couldn't help asking, "president, you said that the distinguished guests who are going to give a speech at the meeting came only because of Bai Yuqiao's face? Who is it? It's so mysterious."

President Jiang was so nervous that he even had a stiff smile: "ah, anyway, people will come in a minute. I'm not afraid. You know now, it's Bai Yuqiao's grandfather, Zhang Qingfeng and old Mr. Zhang."

Liu Bi heard the name very familiar, but suddenly she couldn't react.

Trying to remember, a knock on the door sounded.

Looking up at the door, the headmaster's secretary has invited people.

The man is tall, thin, straight, hale and hearty. He is dressed in a dark long shirt and has a pair of gold wire glasses. At first glance, he is a great scholar.

When Liu Bi saw his face, she was shocked and matched him with Zhang Qingfeng.

Zhang Qingfeng, a famous figure in Baidu Encyclopedia, is a leading figure in Chinese literature and the youngest and longest serving president of Qingda.

At the age of 21, he obtained his bachelor's degree abroad. After hearing that his father forced his wife to die when he was young, he returned to China, buried his wife, took his son Zhang Tugen back and settled in Kyoto.

At the age of 24, he was a professor of literature and architecture at Qing University and a professor of political science at Peking University.

At the age of 27, he became the youngest president of Qingda. After taking office, the first thing he did was to use the donations from his friends to the school, start building a medical building for the school, and introduce many of the most advanced overseas scientific research equipment.

He drew the design drawings of the building himself.

But who knows, a year and a half later, when the building was completed, others said that donors should be invited to cut the ribbon, but he was unhappy and said he would never be invited again.

Later, he named the building Aiye building.

The Department of medicine at Qinghua University is naturally called the "Department of love medicine".

This name is very inconsistent with Zhang Qingfeng's usually unsmiling character and the solemn identity of the headmaster.

But when he gave an order, no one dared to disagree.

Middle aged women like Liu Bi are familiar with the name Zhang Qingfeng. They have read his prose poems and pasted his photos at the head of the bed.

In other words, Zhang Qingfeng is the dream lover of Liu Bi's generation.

She rubbed her little fat hands excitedly and stared at Zhang Qingfeng's old but still handsome face in a daze.

President Jiang got up warmly, walked around from behind his desk, walked up to him and shook hands with Zhang Qingfeng with a smile: "president Zhang, it's far from welcome. I didn't expect you to arrange the time so quickly. It's really brilliant to invite you to give a speech in No. 1 middle school."

Zhang Qingfeng nodded slightly, his every move was like Qingfeng pine and cypress: "you're welcome."

They sat down on the sofa. As soon as Zhang Qingfeng came up, he came straight to the point: "President Jiang, this time, in addition to giving a speech, there is one more thing."

President Jiang is all ears: "please speak."

Zhang Qingfeng said slowly, "I have a crush on a student in your school..."