After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor

The sterile laboratory is divided into two rooms.

Through the large glass window, Si Qing saw Wen Ni washing her hands in the outhouse.

Wen Ni is the woman in the photo.

Also his woman.

At this time, she was wearing the same light blue sterile suit as in the photo, and her tall and good figure was vaguely visible.

The difference from the photo is that she has curly curly hair in style, wearing goggles on her face, which is very professional.

The transparent water column passed between her slender fingers, Si Qing didn't know what to think, and the corner of his lips slowly brought up a smile.

Pretty bad.

The glass windows in the laboratory are very thick, the sound insulation is very good, and speech is inaudible.

Si Qing raised his hand and slowly knocked on the window a few times.

At first glance, there is no pattern, but if you listen carefully, you can find that the interval between each tap is different from the previous one, some are long and some are short.

In the laboratory, a very light and muffled sound can be heard.

Wen Ni unhurriedly dried her fingers, straightened up, and looked at Si Qing.

Watching him knock on the window again and again, after a while, he seemed to understand something, he laughed, went into the back room and said a few words to his subordinates, and then left the laboratory.

Walking in front of Si Qing, he stopped, took off his goggles, and pulled out the clip that fastened his hair. The flaxen curls fell like a waterfall.

Before Si Qing could speak, she asked directly, "Are you going back to China? How long?"

Si Qing looked clear, turned around and leaned against the glass behind him, wrapped her arms around her waist, and brought her to his side.

The faint scent of shampoo came to her face, he took a light bite on her earlobe, and then admired the woman's style with no flaws in close proximity: "I don't know, a few days, a few weeks, there are possible."

Wen Ni glanced at him, stretched her hands behind the back, and wrapped her arms around the man's waist: "Why not sell it to the locals?"

Si Qing pondered for a while: "Local people? All the nobles who are pretending to be more beautiful than Lizi. They can't afford the price I ask for."

He curled the woman's hair with his fingers: "Bo Yunli is different, you don't know how much money that stinky boy has."

There was a hint of slyness in Wen Ni's eyes, as if deliberately teasing: "Bo Yunli, I remember... he is a very handsome man."

"Huh?" Si Qing snorted, and then his eyes locked tightly on Wen Ni, as if he was going to swallow her in the next second.

He raised his hand to pinch the woman's chin, and his fingertips squeezed slightly: "Baby, what did you just say?"

The door beside him rang again.

Wen Ni's assistant came out and caught a glimpse of the tangled 'Conjoined Infant' leaning against the glass. He had already seen it, his face was not red or his heart was beating, and he directly handed over the information in his hand.

"Director Wen, this is the information you want. The work for the next month has already been arranged."

Si Qing raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "A month's work? Are you leaving too? Where are you going?"

Wen Ni broke away from his arms, took the documents, took off his jacket, handed it to the assistant very skillfully, and walked out.

"No," Si Qing straightened up and looked at Wen Ni's back: "Baby, I want to ask you something."

Wen Ni chuckled and turned back: "I will accompany you back to China."

She speaks very casually, but her eyes are full of extreme tenderness and warmth.

Si Qing was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled...

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Kyoto No. 1 Middle School.

Time soon came to Saturday, morning.

Today is a rest day. The mobilization meeting starts at 1:30 pm. All classes inform students that they can gather at the school at noon.

The campus at this moment, as if it has not yet woken up, is extremely quiet.

Principal's office.

Principal Jiang was sitting in his seat sorting out his appearance, his expression solemn and slightly nervous.

The third year mobilization meeting is held every year. Principal Jiang has participated in many sessions, and he will not be nervous because of this.

What made him nervous was the upcoming guest.

Liu Bi has already made preparations for the afternoon meeting. Seeing that Principal Jiang attaches so much importance to it, she can't help but ask: "Principal, you said that the distinguished guests who are going to give a speech at the meeting are here because of Bai Yuqiao's face? Who is it? ? So mysterious."

Principal Jiang was so nervous that even his smile was a little stiff: "Ah, anyway, someone will come in a while, and I'm not afraid that you know now that it's Bai Yuqiao's grandfather, Zhang Qingfeng, Mr. Zhang."

Liu Bi heard the name very familiar, but suddenly couldn't react.

While trying to recall, there was a knock on the door.

The moment he looked up at the door, the principal's secretary had already invited someone.

This man is tall, thin, straight, and energetic. He is wearing a dark long gown and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he is Hongru Shuo Xue.

When Liu Bi saw his face clearly, he was instantly shocked and called Zhang Qingfeng.

Zhang Qingfeng, a well-known figure in Baidu Encyclopedia, Chinese literary master, the youngest and longest-serving president of Qing University.

At the age of 21, he obtained a bachelor's degree abroad. Later, he heard that the wife that his father forced to marry died when Shaobuqi was in trouble. He returned to China, buried his wife, took his son Zhang Tugen back to his side, and settled in Kyoto.

He is talented and academically rigorous. At the age of 24, he served as a professor of literature and architecture at Qing University, and a professor of political science at Peking University.

At the age of 27, he became the youngest principal of Tsingtao University. After taking office, the first thing he did was to use the donations from friends to the school, to build a medical building for the school, and to introduce many of the most advanced scientific research equipment from overseas.

The design drawings of the building were drawn by him.

But who knows, a year and a half later, when the building was completed, others said that donors should be invited to cut the ribbon, but he was unhappy and said that he would never be invited again.

Later, he named the building the Aiya Building.

The Department of Medicine of Qing University is also known as the "Aiye Medical Department".

This name is very inconsistent with Zhang Qingfeng's usual unsmiling personality and the solemn identity of the principal.

But when he gave an order, no one dared to object.

Middle-aged women like Liu Bi are familiar with the name Zhang Qingfeng, have read his prose poems, and put his photo on the bedside.

In other words, Zhang Qingfeng is the dream lover of Liu Bi's generation.

She rubbed her little chubby hand excitedly, staring at Zhang Qingfeng's old, but still too handsome face in a daze.

Principal Jiang got up enthusiastically, walked around from behind the desk, took two steps in three steps, walked to the front, and shook hands with Zhang Qingfeng with a smile on his face: "Principal Zhang, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to arrange time so quickly. Zhongneng has invited you to give a speech, which is really glorious."

Zhang Qingfeng nodded slightly, and his every move was like a pine and cypress in the breeze: "You're welcome."

The two sat down on the sofa, and Zhang Qingfeng went straight to the point as soon as he came up: "Principal Jiang, this time, in addition to the speech, there is one more thing."

Principal Jiang listened attentively: "Please speak."

Zhang Qingfeng said slowly: "I fell in love with a student from your school..."

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3, 4 more~

Babies, do you still remember the Aiye Medical Department that has been paving the way for a long time~~~

Lao Zhang drew the blueprints himself and built the building, but when the building was completed, Bai Yueguang died.

Also: I donated money to build a building, I have to take the hard college entrance examination?

Simplest little question: Which student did Principal Zhang fancy in No. 1 Middle School?