Bo Jingxing came back to his senses and supported his forehead with his hand. His expression was quite helpless: "Are you sure you didn't have any personal emotions involved when you handled this matter."
He thought Ye Wangchuan would deny it, but he was more open than he thought. His pair of amorous eyes were deep and bottomless, and his voice was low and hoarse, but with a hint of unintentional protection: "My people were almost bullied, how can I not have emotions?"
"…your people? You are really fighting for your beloved." After Bo Jingxing realized what was happening, he joked, "So I should call you Sister Qiao and your sister-in-law, right?"
He said this mostly as a joke, and he never thought that Ye Wangchuan would take this matter seriously.
Never imagined.
Ye Wangchuan smiled, frowning, with an expression of pampering: "Not yet, we have to wait a little longer..."
"Waiting for what?"
Ye Wangchuan had no intention of hiding anything. He raised his eyes and said lazily, "Let me confess first."
Bo Jingxing: “…” Are you serious
Is he really going to change his name and call Qiao Nian...sister-in-law
The girl's overly young face appeared in Bo Jingxing's mind. She was indeed crazy and awesome, but the problem was that Qiao Nian was only in her third year of high school and would not go to college until this year!
He imagined himself calling a senior high school girl sister-in-law, and he couldn't do anything about Zhou Wei. He just felt upset.
Qin Si was a bitch, but Ye Wangchuan was always steady. He had thought about what kind of woman was worthy of the handsome Mr. Ye. He thought she had to be at least as good as Jiang Xianrou, good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, about the same age, two or three years younger, and with a similar family background...
At that time, he never thought that a young girl, a senior in high school, would come from around the city, and he could take her down so easily.
But Qiao Nian...
Bo Jingxing recalled the girl's carefree manner when she held a piece of chalk and calmly explained the driverless technology in front of a group of overseas experts, and suddenly he felt that the two seemed to be quite a match.
You can’t use intelligence that exceeds that of ordinary people either.
It's just as eye-catching.
He was still thinking about this when someone suddenly patted his shoulder. Bo Jingxing raised his head and met the man's gaze.
Ye Wangchuan raised his chin slightly, his eyes slightly coldly fell on Zhou Wei who was lying limp on the ground, and said without any emotion on his face: "I'll leave this to you."
"What about you?" Bo Jingxing asked subconsciously.
He regretted it the next second.
"Chasing a girlfriend."
Bo Jingxing: “…”
*
Outside the laboratory, Qiao Nian had just finished giving Master Cheng his last acupuncture treatment.
This time, Master Cheng woke up in less than an hour. After waking up, he felt refreshed and had a rosy complexion. He asked the girl who was packing her acupuncture bag.
"Little girl, after I have the acupuncture this time, do I not need acupuncture anymore?"
Qiao Nian put the silver needles back into the cloth bag one by one, tied them up with a rope, and put them in her bag. When she heard him, she raised her head and looked at him. She said politely, "Not really. It would be better if you could find someone to continue acupuncture for you. But I don't have time to stay in the Ninth Institute. I have to go back to prepare for the college entrance examination."
"… "
Master Cheng learned about her grades from Luo Qing. When he saw the girl tell him with a serious expression that she was going back to prepare for the college entrance examination, he felt a sense of magic.
But he was already in his seventies or eighties, and had seen most of the world. He was just stunned for a short while, then he came to his senses, put his hands behind his back, smiled, and said, "Would you really not consider studying bioengineering with me?"
(End of this chapter)