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After dinner.

Yan Zhixu went upstairs to wash up, changed into khaki pajamas and pajamas, lay on the soft bed, picked up his mobile phone and swiped Weibo.

On Weibo, the Xuanji Biography program team announced the news that her role has been completed, and there are a lot of fans who are looking forward to it.

There were occasional lines of cynicism from fans, but they were quickly sunk.

Yan Zhixu took a random photo, forwarded it to the official blog of Xuanji Biography, quit Weibo, and logged into Happy Xiaoxiaole to play the game.

After playing for more than an hour, I broke through the 1700 level. I locked the screen, turned off my phone, and put it on the bedside table. I lay down and fell asleep.

the next day.

The temperature drops in the sea market in November, and the flowers and trees in the garden are covered with autumn frost and white dew in the early morning.

Yan Zhixu got up.

Wearing a sweatshirt and exercising in my yard, I ran for half an hour, and there was a fine sweat on my forehead.

With a white towel hanging around her neck, she wiped off the sweat and went back to the house to take a shower, change clothes and go downstairs for breakfast.

No one else was at home, and she was the only one who was silent in the huge living room.

Yan Zhixu had eaten breakfast, took out his mask and put on a black safety helmet, and walked to the garage with a bunch of car keys in his hand.

He strode to the side of the Falcon locomotive, inserted the car key, and sat on it with his long legs.

Starting the car, the tires rubbed against the ground, and with a roar, the Falcon drove out and disappeared from view.

All the way to Jiu'an Hospital.

She parked the car and took the elevator to the Dean's office.

"Knock Knock-"

"Enter."

Push the door in.

Go straight to the black sofa and sit down.

The man in a white coat raised his eyes, saw the person coming, stopped his work, and the coldness and detachment in his eyes dissipated a little.

Fu Shimo got up and walked to the water dispenser, picked up a disposable transparent cup, took a cup of warm water and placed it on the table in front of her.

"thanks."

Yan Zhixu took off his mask, picked up the cup and took a sip of warm water to moisten his throat.

She was leaning against the sofa lazily, her legs folded and swaying carelessly.

The crimson lips parted lightly, "President Fu, you are now the object of our whole family's warm welcome and welcome. My old man even thinks that we are like a flower on cow dung, but you are the flower and I am the cow dung."

Fu Shimo rubbed his knuckled fingers, sat on an office chair, with his right hand on the table, his fingers bent and clenched into a fist, beating each and every time.

Hearing that his identity was exposed, he attracted much attention in the Yan family, and was welcomed by the future Yue family, and there were a few smiles in his deep eyes.

His voice was hoarse, "I've been wronged, my child, I'll visit the door in person when I have time, and explain to the old man that it is I who is high on you."

"Okay."

Yan Zhixu pursed her lips.

The weather outside is shady, the interior is warm, the air is warm, and the atmosphere is harmonious and harmonious.

"Crack-"

"Shi Mo, the clinical trial data of Parkinson's drugs are out. The laboratory needs you to look at the data."

The office door was pushed open.

Sheng Jinyun opened his white coat and walked in hastily, his handsome face filled with excitement.

Seeing the two people chatting happily in the office, the smile on the corners of the mouth froze, inexplicably guilty.

Cough, cough... Did he accidentally disturb the newlywed couple after a long absence?

Fu Shimo nodded, "Well, I see."

Yan Zhixu waved his hand casually, "Go, the business is important."

It is not easy to develop a new drug, and the effort they put into it is unimaginable.

Naturally, at a critical juncture, one should not be constrained by the love of children, but should focus on work.

"Okay."

Fu Shimo pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose with his index finger, strode forward and hurriedly left the office with Sheng Jinyun.