He Sizhe slumped on the ground, trembling hands, holding his head, his head was blank, and he was talking to himself in despair.
"I just want to climb up...I want others to respect me...I'm not wrong."
"People like you don't deserve to be looked up to." Liang Yuhang walked past him unsympathetically, and Sharilaye followed him past him.
He Sizhe was trembling all over as he watched them leave, with tears of regret flowing all over his face.
Rather than realizing his mistake, he was suffering from the punishment that would follow.
…
In the laboratory.
Qiao Nian put on her radiation-proof coat, stuffed her bag into the cabinet, and was about to wash her hands and start today's experiment.
She almost closed the cabinet door, then stopped, frowned slightly, then opened it again as if she had some compromise, pulled out the most recent contact on the satellite phone, and sent him a message.
…
in the car.
Ye Wangchuan had already left the research institute in a car.
The vibration of the personal phone he carried around him broke his busyness. He put down what he was busy with and looked at the phone gently with his eyelashes slightly lowered.
"Master Wan." Ji Lin was driving, glanced behind him through the rearview mirror, and said softly: "What's wrong with your mouth?"
"Huh?" Ye Wangchuan had just finished reading the message Qiao Nian sent him, telling him that the matter had been resolved, with an intoxicating smile still on his lips.
Ji Lin didn't know for a moment whether he should continue speaking, and said hesitantly: "Your mouth is broken." Ye Wangchuan raised his hand and twisted the corner of his mouth, and there was a slight tingling on his lips. It was most likely what Ji Lin said. Broken place.
His fingertips repeatedly brushed that spot, and he raised the corners of his lips in a good mood. His voice was low and hoarse: "Well, I was bitten by a cat."
"..." Ji Lin intuitively guessed something, looked straight ahead, drove his car in silence, and asked no more questions.
"Why didn't you ask me what kind of cat I am?" Ye Wangchuan instead became interested in teasing him.
Ji Lin sat upright, only to feel the sharp friction under his buttocks, which made him restless and afraid to move. He clenched the steering wheel with both hands and answered awkwardly: "Ah, what kind of cat."
"Hmm." Ye Wangchuan chuckled, his brows and eyes blurred by the spring breeze of Kaihua Yu: "A very cute cat."
“…Miss Qiao…cute.
Ji Lin couldn't put the two together, especially when he heard his father Wang say this in an obviously serious tone, he wished he could disappear on the spot.
He wished he could be here instead, Gu San. Gu San would not let the atmosphere down, and would be able to say a few witty words instead of just eating dog food like him.
However, he unconsciously glanced at Mr. Wan's bitten lip. The kitten's mouth was so hard that it bit the skin violently. Are you sure it is a cute kitten?
Maybe this is the sour smell between lovers? Single dogs don’t understand anything, and single dogs are very innocent.
*
When Ye Wangchuan returned to Rose Mansion, Shi Lao was already waiting in the mansion.
"You're back?" The old man was wearing a gray buttoned shirt with an emerald brooch hanging on his chest. He also held a crutch inlaid with black agate in his hand. He was sitting in the main hall waiting for him, with a pot of earl in front of him. Black tea, the bright red tea liquid is served in an enamel tea cup, showing the low-key luxury and wealth everywhere.
Standing next to him was a man wrapped in a black robe. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and not too tall. His exposed eyes were shining with astonishing brightness. (End of chapter)