Chapter 2018： Is there still a shortage of people in your 8th laboratory? I recommend one

Chapter 2018 Is there still a shortage of people in your 8th laboratory? I recommend one

Qiao Nian put down the napkin, turned his head, looked at him again with a pair of dark and deep eyes, was silent for a moment, and nodded.

"I'll think about it."

Feng Yu breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on her face: "Okay, I am waiting for your reply!"

Qiao Nian squinted his eyes, still not seeing his identity in the First Research Institute.

But she didn’t get too entangled. She picked up the peaked cap on the table and put it on again, pushed the brim down, got up, and asked Feng Yu: "Would you like to go together?"

Feng Yu also prepared to stand up, just as the phone flashed on his body, he took out the phone and glanced at the message. She apologized and said to the girl: "I have something else to do, do you want to go first?"

"En." Although Qiao Nian didn't know what else was wrong with him, she never asked about other people's private affairs too much. It happened that Ye Wangchuan's phone number also came in, so she nodded and twisted her black shoulder bag smoothly. , Followed the trend and said: "Thanks for this meal today, I will invite you another day."

They can also be regarded as ‘netizens’ who have known each other for several years.

I usually chat a few words from time to time.

Qiao Nian did not think that Feng Yu had reached the age of sixties, and chased her for several years because of a post on the WAL forum, and joined the black mandala.

But in any case, so many years of getting along with each other can't be erased in one or two sentences.

She is not very good at getting along with older elders, but Feng Yu is like an older elder and a friend to her.

Feng Yu originally thought that after seeing herself, she would no longer get along with herself as naturally as before. He didn't expect the girl to mention next time when she left before she left. He couldn't help but smile after he was slightly startled. Happy meaning. Very refreshing: "Okay, I'll wait for you to have time."

"Hmm." Qiao Nian nodded without much expression on a delicate and eye-catching face, and did not say any more. He took his bag and took a step forward.

...

In the   box, Feng Yu looked at the girl’s back, then took out her mobile phone and looked at the message Shi Fu had sent him.

"A few of my students are also eating at Guanhai Pavilion. They want to see you. Do you have time?"

Feng Yu sits on the back of the chair, with a weather-beaten face, two deep-set eyes, deep and bright, and looks very energetic.

He and Shi Fu have been close friends for decades and have a very good personal relationship.

Shi Fu talked to him. Before, he would agree to take time to meet a few people in the 8th laboratory.

It’s just that today his heart is surging and he can’t calm down for a long time, so he doesn’t have the mood to deal with the communication in these scenes.

He called Shi Fu over, got up and walked to the French window of the box.

The call gets through quickly.

Shifu should be in his own private laboratory, probably just busy: "Hey, Dean, what's the matter?"

Feng Yu is close to him and doesn’t go around in circles: “I just saw the message you sent me, I’m afraid it’s not convenient to see them. Let’s talk about it next time I have a chance.”

He is the dean of the First Research Institute.

Feng Yu didn’t want to see Cao Yanhua and they were also normal. Shi Fu didn’t think too much, and replied, “I’ll talk to them later.”

Feng Yu did not hang up, but after talking about the people in the 8th laboratory, he suddenly mentioned: "Are you still short of people in the 8th laboratory? I have someone to recommend it to you."

Shi Fu didn't react for a while.

(End of this chapter)