Her current task is to use all the experimental data provided by Master Cheng to build a modeling laboratory that their team can use online.
This task sounds easy.
The difficulty of actual operation is no less than asking Qiao Nian to develop a new fighter jet in a short period of time, because both require her to achieve a technological breakthrough alone.
Before she left, Master Cheng asked when it would be finished.
Qiao Nian replied one month at that time.
But this is just her idealistic statement, maybe it will take longer.
Her ten fingers flew across the keyboard, and she tried to build a platform first. The computer screen page jumped from white to green text on a black background.
She used the C++ language without any auxiliary tools, and her speed was astonishingly fast. Row after row of codes poured out from her fingertips, taking up most of the screen.
Qiao Nian was not satisfied with the work and revised it twice.
Until the plane was about to land.
She hit the enter key.
The page jumps and a progress bar pops up, and it starts loading slowly.
Qiao Nian also gradually relaxed from her tense state and leaned back on the sofa to rest. She closed her eyes and rested for about five minutes. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the progress bar on the computer jumped to 100% and started loading...
The plane also touched the ground at this time and began to glide down.
"arrive."
Ye Wangchuan raised his hand to help her turn on the night light, then looked back and said.
"Yeah." Without taking his eyes off the computer screen, Qiao Nian confirmed again the preliminary framework that he had spent more than ten hours to build.
She just typed in a few simple numbers and the system started to freeze.
Qiao Nian frowned, her fair fingertips paused above the keyboard for a long time without moving, until Ye Wangchuan's big hand wrapped around her hand, and his body temperature was transmitted from the slightly cool fingertips to his body.
She suddenly came to her senses.
"Huh." Qiao Nian exhaled, closed the laptop, and quickly put it into the small bag he brought with him. He stood up and said to Ye Wangchuan, "Let's go."
Ye Wangchuan's gaze slid from her hair to her eyes. Seeing that Qiao Nian's eyes were clear and without the slightest sign of frustration, he felt relieved and followed her.
Reach out to help her with her luggage.
"I come."
Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows, blocked his hand, and spoke in a rather frivolous tone: "Master Ye, have you forgotten something?"
"I am your subordinate now, using the alias Martin."
She was afraid that Ye Wangchuan would forget, so she had to remind him again: "I am the bodyguard you brought with you. The old man was worried about your safety and found someone on the killer list to protect you. No employer would carry the bag for the hired bodyguard. Our identities will be exposed as soon as we get off the plane like this..."
As Qiao Nian spoke, she pushed the luggage and took Ye Wangchuan's luggage with her as they prepared to get off the plane.
When passing by him, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist, clamped her and pulled her over, and she fell into a warm embrace with the scent of cedar.
She felt uncomfortable being confined and wanted to move.
Someone gently pressed the back of my head and pressed it tightly into his arms.
"do not move."
A man's low, hoarse voice came from above my head.
"Niannian, let me hold you for a while."
Qiao Nian's heart skipped a beat, and her movements stopped uncontrollably. She stood there and let him hold her in his arms.
I don’t know how much time had passed.
She heard a strong heartbeat in her ears and looked away awkwardly: "...Not well yet?"
Ye Wangchuan slowly closed his eyes without saying anything, but suddenly bit her snow-white neck with reluctance.
The force was neither too strong nor too weak, but just enough to make her feel numb and tingling. (End of this chapter)