"..." Bo Jingxing pushed his glasses again and waited calmly for her next words.
As expected, Qiao Nian frowned, her pretty face cleared up, she sat up straight and put her hands on the dining table: "But if that day really comes, I will take responsibility."
Continent F has the strongest military force, and it is most convenient for her to do things there.
However, Continent F is not good at research on chips and semiconductors, and does not have the resources.
In this regard, apart from Continent M, only illegal areas can meet the requirements.
The illegal area is not large, unlike Continent F, which is vast and rich in resources and can mine minerals and gems, and people live a rough and free life.
Due to geographical reasons, illegal areas prefer to develop high-end technology. Only technology can obtain sufficient attractive wealth without the need for vast land.
Qiao Nian guessed that Bo Jingxing brought this up to her because he wanted her to help Jiu with the illegal area.
She was not angry: "I will help promote the cooperation between the Ninth Institute and the illegal area. Of course, you need to negotiate the specific conditions yourself."
Bo Jingxing held up the water cup and covered his lips with a smile, his eyes were very clear and bright: "Thank you."
Qiao Nian was not angry, but she also felt that she was not the same kind of person as him. After nodding slightly, she stood up and prepared to leave the table: "Contact me when the time comes."
Bo Jingxing had already anticipated that bringing this up would have such a result, so he didn't feel bad. He watched the girl get up and leave the restaurant, took off his glasses and rubbed his brows.
He didn't want to mention these, but as the person in charge of the Ninth Institute, he needed to ask clearly so that he would know what to do next.
However, Bo Jingxing was not worried about Ye Wangchuan finding out.
Because he knew that Qiao Nian was not the type to gossip behind others' backs, the conversation just now was probably only known to the two of them.
**
In the kitchen.
Ye Wangchuan had just cooked the hangover soup and brought it out when he saw Qiao Nian running into the living room.
He walked over with the steaming porcelain bowl in his hand, put it on the table, squatted down and asked softly: "Why are you here? Are you feeling unwell?" Qiao Nian seldom drinks alcohol, but Guan Yan made her drink a lot tonight, so her stomach was not feeling well. However, she shook her head, looking a little tired: "Nothing."
Ye Wangchuan reached out and touched the girl's forehead, feeling a cool sensation. He frowned again and handed her the warm hangover soup: "Sit up and drink something hot first."
Qiao Nian was helped up by him and drank the hangover soup he fed to her mouth. The spicy hangover candy rolled down her throat and into her stomach, slightly relieving the cramping feeling in her stomach.
Qiao Nian felt a little better and his brows relaxed a little.
Ye Wangchuan supported her with one hand and fed her water with the other. His movements were delicate and gentle, and he couldn't express how affectionate he was. "Only you can let me serve you like this."
He said it half jokingly, half teasingly.
However, Qiao Nian was already a little drunk and had little strength left, so he could hardly hear clearly what he was saying.
Ye Wangchuan looked at her obediently leaning against him lazily while drinking hangover soup, and his thin lips curled up again: "I'll take you back to your room to sleep later."
"Hmm." Qiao Nian half-closed his eyes as if he heard it, and responded vaguely.
Ye Wangchuan waited until she had drunk most of the bowl and didn't want to drink any more, so he put the remaining half bowl of hangover soup on the table and helped her back to the room.
…
In Qiao Nian’s room on the second floor.
He put the girl back on the bed, tucked in the quilt, then got up and went to the bathroom, rinsed a towel with cold water, wrung it dry, and used it to wipe the girl's face.
Qiao Nian was not particularly drunk, and could feel the cool touch on her face, which cooled her hot skin quite comfortably.
She raised her delicate white chin slightly, reached out to grab the wrist of the person who was wiping her face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ye Wangchuan?"
(End of this chapter)