Qiao Nian put down the napkin, turned her head, looked at him again with a pair of dark and deep eyes, was silent for a moment, and nodded.
"I will consider."
Feng Yu breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but put a smile on his face: "Okay, I'll wait for your reply!"
Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes, still unable to figure out what his status was in the First Research Institute.
But she didn't dwell on it. She picked up the cap on the table and put it back on. She pushed the brim down, stood up, and asked Feng Yu, "Do you want to go together?"
Feng Yu was about to stand up, and his cell phone flashed. He took out his phone and checked the message. He said to the girl with an apologetic look, "I have something else to do. How about you leave first?"
"Yeah." Although Qiao Nian didn't know what else he wanted to do, she never asked too much about other people's private affairs. Just then, Ye Wangchuan called, so she nodded, picked up her black shoulder bag, and said to Feng Yu, "Thank you for the meal today. I'll treat you another day."
They can be considered as 'net friends' who have known each other for several years.
We usually chat from time to time.
Qiao Nian really didn't think that Feng Yu was already in his sixties, and had been pursuing her for several years just for a post he posted on the WAL forum, and had even joined Black Mandala.
But no matter what, all these years of getting along can't be wiped out with just a few words.
She was not very good at getting along with older people, but Feng Yu was like both an older person and a friend to her.
Feng Yu thought that after she saw him, she would no longer get along with him as naturally as before, but she asked him to come back next time before she left. He was stunned for a moment and then couldn't help but smile, his face full of joy. Very straightforward: "Okay, I'll wait for you when you have time."
"Yeah." Qiao Nian's delicate and eye-catching face did not show much expression. She nodded, said nothing more, picked up her bag, and left first.
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In the box, Feng Yu watched the girl's back as she left, then took out his cell phone and looked at the message Shi Fu sent him.
"Several of my students are also having dinner at Guanhai Pavilion. They want to see you. Do you have time?"
Feng Yu leaned back in the chair, with a weather-beaten face and two deep-set eyes, deep and bright, looking very spiritual.
He and Shi Fu have been close friends for decades and have a very good private relationship.
Shi Fu had already asked him about it. In the past, he would have agreed to take the time to meet with the people from the Level 8 Laboratory.
But today he was so emotionally pounding that he couldn't calm down for a long time, so he was not in the mood to deal with these social situations.
He called Shi Fu, then stood up and walked to the French window of the box.
The call was connected quickly.
Shi Fu should be in his own private laboratory, probably busy: "Hey, Dean, what's up?"
Feng Yu had a close relationship with him, so he didn't beat around the bush: "I just saw the message you sent me. I'm afraid it's not convenient for me to meet them. Let's talk about it next time we have a chance."
He is the dean of the First Research Institute.
It was normal for Feng Yu not to want to see Cao Yanhua and the others. Shi Fu did not think too much about it and responded, "I'll talk to them later."
Feng Yu didn't hang up the phone. After talking about the people in the Level 8 Laboratory, he suddenly asked, "Are you still short of people in the Level 8 Laboratory? I have someone I want to recommend to you."
Shi Fu didn't react for a moment.
(End of this chapter)