Ye Wangchuan turned on the copier next to him and printed out all the drawings in the email, a total of twenty pages.
He stretched his legs and stood up, picked up a thick stack of papers on the table, left the study, went upstairs, and knocked on the door of the girls' room.
"Can I come in?"
"random."
A slightly hoarse voice of a girl who had just finished taking a shower came from inside.
A bit sloppy.
And a bit lazy.
When Ye Wangchuan heard her voice, he unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth and pushed the door open.
Bo Jingxing was right. Regardless of whether this matter would involve Lu Zhi, at least there should be no secrets between him and her.
Even if the original intention may be good, concealment is concealment, and subsequent explanation will be meaningless.
**
The weather is hot and muggy in summer.
Qiao Nian sat on a chair and wiped her hair. Her shoulder-length black hair was already half dry and would dry naturally after a while.
Just then Ye Wangchuan came in from outside.
Qiao Nian threw the towel on the table and waited for it to dry naturally.
She noticed the thick stack of papers in Ye Wangchuan's hand, raised her eyebrows, and asked lazily, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
She was referring to what Ye Wangchuan brought.
Ye Wangchuan of course saw where her gaze was, walked up to her, and naturally handed over the thing in his hand: "Take a look at this."
Qiao Nian took it doubtfully, glanced down, and when he saw the drawing above.
She stopped sitting in a lazy manner, straightened her back, looked carefully with a frown, and raised her head: "This is..."
"This is a secret research project of the Ninth Institute." Ye Wangchuan went inside and brought her a hair dryer, plugged it in, and asked her to sit over: "Come here, I'll help you dry your hair." Qiao Nian's mind was full of the things on the drawings, and she was absent-minded: "No, it will dry by itself."
Ye Wangchuan simply dragged her over with the chair and said disapprovingly: "It's too late now. If you don't blow dry your hair and go to bed, you'll get a migraine easily when you get old."
As he spoke, he turned the hair dryer to the lowest setting and started to blow the girl's hair smoothly.
Qiao Nian was still looking over the drawings he brought. Each one was extremely exquisite, and when put together they formed a huge and awe-inspiring creature.
She herself is knowledgeable in this area, so she naturally understands what the huge monster behind these drawings is.
Qiao Nian flipped through the pages in a few seconds and thought of the same thing as him: "Master Cheng's project?"
"Well, it's done tonight." Ye Wangchuan ran his fingers through the girl's black hair, gently drying the moisture from the ends of her hair.
Qiao Nian fell into deep thought and didn't speak for a long time.
after awhile.
She raised her eyelashes and looked at him with clear eyes: "Is this what Lu Zhi came for?"
Ye Wangchuan knew that she and Lu Zhi had a life-and-death relationship, so he did not answer this question directly.
Instead, he methodically put the hair dryer into the drawer and closed the drawer door. Then he turned back to face her and said, "Nine has a traitor."
"… "
Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
He continued, "The insider often steals confidential documents from inside. We have always wanted to catch him, but he hides very deep and is very alert. He will not act easily..."
"Bo Jingxing and I have always pretended that we didn't know he existed. This time, the project that Master Cheng has been researching for many years has produced results. We want to find the traitor hiding in the Ninth Institute."
He leaned against a table not far from the girl, put his hands in his pockets, and told Qiao Nian his plan without hesitation: "Nian Nian, I want to use this to fish."
(End of this chapter)