The campus network speed is average, but Ding Wenyang also refreshed it quickly.

  【Account name: Ning Xiao

 Points this month: 0

 Total points: 2717458

 Follows: 2

 Number of fans: 3】

 Total points: 2717458

 Nearly three million, how arrogant, Ding Wenyang thought.

The preparation bell rang, and Ding Wenyang came to his senses. He said "ah" and went to poke Tang Ming.

“This is the **** of learning, okay.” Tang Ming shrugged. Last night, he was told by Jiang Fuli that his hind legs were too big.

Ding Wenyang: “…”

Are these people really from Xiangcheng?

His eyes moved to Bai Zian next to him, who still held the original text in his hand.

This morning is mechanics all morning, and the professor has already come in with a USB flash drive. In the past, Ding Wenyang was one of the people who listened carefully to the lectures, but today he was a little dazed.

The phone is still on the Ningxiao app page.

Ning Xiao, who was aloof and aloof, rarely spoke to others except for what Bai Qian said. Ding Wenyang came back to his senses and suddenly remembered something. He clicked on his follow list, and there were only two followings -

ˆˆ【L



 It’s normal. No one on the app doesn’t pay attention to the arrogant number one, but this pick-up **** who emerged this year...

There is news about him on the app every day. Even Ding Wenyang has discussed it with others, guessing that this person is a newcomer who just joined the laboratory.

But now, Ding Wenyang opened his WeChat, found Bai Zian’s name, clicked on it, and looked at her WeChat name—

 Picked up for free.

 When he first added Bai Zian to WeChat, he thought that Bai Zian was also a fan of the other party, but now it seems that Ning Xiao has close to 3 million points.

 Among the three of them, it goes without saying who is the center. Bai Zian will never be lower than Ning Xiao. Calculating the time, when Picking God suddenly appeared, it was about the same time as the new student joined the app.

Ding Wenyang tried to calm himself.

 But not too calm either.

Ding Wenyang couldn't help but look at Bai Zian and Ning Xiao, especially Bai Zian when he was eating with his rice card at noon.

"Brother, are you secretly in love with them? Do you keep watching?" Tang Ming sat next to Ding Wenyang, crossed his legs, and told him: "Just forget you have a crush on Ning Xiao, Sister Qian, please don't have any ideas about her. "

Ding Wenyang: "...What on earth are you thinking about?"

“Oh, just to remind you,” Tang Ming shrugged, “There are too many people confessing to Sister Xian on the confession wall every day.”

   **

Even after the National Day, the enthusiasm for Bai Qian in the school has not decreased.

The BGM that the Student Union of the School of Physics put on the Internet has been discussed again and again by major netizens. The style is the same as Yan Lu's royal arranger Jian, but the name is also a simple "Jian".

It has also become quite popular in the past two days and has become a special BGM for major video editors.

 Some people have uploaded it to major music apps.

 Bai Zian went back to the dormitory at night. The other three people in the dormitory had finished washing, and Xu Qian was sitting in her seat reading a book.

Yu Simin was on the balcony making phone calls to people from the association. She was in the external liaison department of the student union and joined the University Student Entrepreneurship Association. She is still participating in club activities and is as busy as Bai Qian.

 Only Kong Wei, among the few people in the dormitory, looked a little like an ordinary college student.

As soon as Bai Zian came back, she put down the tablet in her hand, put down her legs, stood up and walked to Bai Zian, "Classmate A Zian."

"Say." Bai Zian put the book on the table, opened the closet and went to get towels and clothes for a bath.

"Do you want to create a Weibo account? Or a video account," Kong Wei asked her, "Many people are looking for you online. You know you are as popular as a second-tier star."

“No,” Bai Qian walked to the bathroom and explained to Kong Wei gently, “I don’t have time.”

"Okay," Kong Wei felt a little pity. Another person might have signed a contract with a live broadcast company now. She followed Bai Qian to the bathroom, "And the BGM you sent to Senior Ye, many people on the Internet said that it was similar to Yan Lu. The style of the royal arranger is very similar."

"Yes," Bai Zian stopped at the door of the bathroom, lazily leaning against the door frame. After she finished speaking, he slowly raised the bath towel in his hand and raised his delicate eyebrows: "I want to take a bath, and you want to come with me. Come in?"

Kong Wei blushed a little and took a step back.

Bai Zian closed the door and took a shower.

Behind him, Bai Qian's cell phone on the table rang. It was a WeChat voice. Kong Wei glanced at it. It was a WeChat call from Lance.

 Looking at the avatar in the middle, he is still a foreigner.

 Foreigners like to use their own photos as avatars.

Bai Zian came out of the shower. She was wearing pajamas and was wiping her hair with a towel in one hand.

Kong Wei sat back in his chair and reminded her, "Lance just sent you a WeChat voice message."

Bai Zian lowered his head and picked up the phone, walked to the balcony and called Lance back.

On the other side of the phone, Lance was still wearing the dark blue robe Ji Heng made for him. He nodded to the official receptionist, then took the phone and said in Chinese as bad as ever: "Hi, Bai, I'm here, I'll go find him." mud."

 There is a summit in Reims in the middle of the month.

"I'm at school," Bai Qian leaned half against the balcony, wiping her hair slowly, "Are you looking for my grandpa?"

 “Engraved with.”

Bai Zian hung up the phone and sent the address of Shanhai Apartment to Lance.

 Thinking about it for a while, he sent another WeChat message to Ji Heng, telling him that Lance would be there in the evening.

   **

Friday.

 Private residential area and cemetery in Jiangjing. It had just rained, it was almost autumn, and the sky seemed to have been washed.

 This is a joint tomb

The woman bent down and put down the chrysanthemum in her hand, wiped the woman's photo on the tombstone with the handkerchief, and talked some more before going down the stairs.

Under the stairs, Jiang Fuli was wearing a black windbreaker, with one hand in the pocket of the windbreaker. The windbreaker made his whole body extremely slender, and his eyebrows were like the washed sky, cold and calm.

  He does not look gentle, and his aura is also strong.

Ming Dongheng held a long-handled black umbrella and stood one meter away.

"I heard Yan Yan say it," Gao Shu was wearing a cheongsam. She is the deputy director of the National Theater and holds a high position. She went abroad with the theater some time ago for foreign exchanges. She has just returned to China and has an elegant temperament. " I didn’t bring any gifts when I came back. I bought her a hairpin, but I don’t know if she likes it.”

 She is not too tall and has a gentle temperament.

I have seen the photos sent by Gao Yan.

Jiang Fuli walked down the stairs with her. Hearing this, his voice was cold and cold, and he said, "Exchange a gift."

  It does not explain why.

Gao Shu was slightly surprised. She turned her head and glanced at Jiang Fuli. After a while, she smiled and said, "Okay, then I will discuss it with Yanyan again, but when do you plan to take me to see her?"

 “She is busy.” Jiang Fuli had an upright posture and a jade-like face.

 Always keep your words concise and to the point, the same for everyone.

 The two walked through several small roads and arrived at the Jiang family's old house.

The Jiang family was too big, and Gao Shu didn't know which way to go, so she went out with Jiang Fuli.

 Outside the door, a car with two people was parked.

Jiang Fuli's black car was also parked quietly, with the letters starting with Jiang AG6.

 Gao Shu’s car had the license plate of Jiang AG9.

Ming Dongheng took the car key and opened the back seat door. In Gao Yan's car, a man and a woman also got out of the car. The girl had a beautiful face and greeted Gao Shu politely, "Aunt Gao."

"Shuhe," Gao Shu smiled at her, "you and Xiaojiu wait, I'll be there soon."

Jiang Fuli did not say hello to the others, only nodded slightly to Gao Shu, then bent down and got into the car, the hem of his black windbreaker was covered with a layer of cold frost.

Gao Shu was not surprised because she was his aunt and he was already polite to her.

As the black car drove away, the man in the driver's seat in the car next to him lowered the window and said, "Mom."

"What do you tell Shuhe?" Gao Shu sat in the back and watched Li Jiu driving in front. "Is your teacher free today? Mom will treat him to a meal."

Gao Shu did not go into the scientific research world like the Gao family. Her son Li Jiu was also in the theater and learning guzheng.

Liu Shuhe was sitting in the passenger seat and explained to Gao Shu, "Auntie, my teacher is not free today. He seems to have gone...to drink fish soup."

 “Drink fish soup?” Gao Shu didn’t quite understand for a moment.

What delicious private restaurant opened in Jiangjing this year that is as famous as Qingxinlou’s desserts?

 The car drives outside.

Soon she saw the car waiting at the red light. The Gao family was in Xingjiang District. Gao Shu glanced at Jiang Fuli's car. It was going to Jiangjing Avenue, to Chang'an District?

   **

At the Mujia branch, Ji Shaojun planned to go to Shanhai Apartment as soon as he got off work.

Shen Qing passed there early in the morning.

Mu Yining and Dong Xiaobai happened to come here to check out the business. When they saw Ji Shaojun, they stopped and chatted for a few words: "We are going to invest 80 million in Mr. Xu's private equity. Shao Jun, you go and communicate with him."

Since the last National Day, the Mu family and the Xu family have cooperated one after another.

 Xu En has a good vision. Not only can he find fundraisers for private equity, he can also find people for subsequent investments. He relies on the big trees of the Federation of Industry and Commerce and the Chen family.

 “Okay.” Ji Shaojun held the briefcase and looked down at the time.

Mu Yining looked at his anxious movements and thought, "Go to the mountains and seas?"

"Yes," Ji Shaojun nodded and spoke to Mu Yining, "My dad and Mr. Jian caught fish. They have fresh fish soup and fish head hot pot. Do you want to go with them?"

 Lao Jian?

 This is another new person.

Mu Yining felt a little regretful and shook her head, "I want to go to the State Guesthouse and say hello to my uncle and the others for me."

  Several researchers from MTR came, and she and Housekeeper Lou went to make appointments with them first.

Dong Xiaobai doesn’t like eating fish head hotpot either. “I went to the State Guesthouse with Yi Ning.”

Ji Shaojun nodded, it was still Xiaojie who saw Ji Shaojun off.

There was a traffic jam in Jiangjing at this point. Xiaojie was patient and explained the reason to Ji Shaojun in the car, "The master is not in good health. The lady wants to take advantage of this medical summit to contact foreign doctors. MTR has many special medicines, so she That’s why we didn’t go together.”

However, at this summit, there will definitely be many families inviting people like MTR, and Mu Yining may not be able to make an appointment.

 “Is he in bad health?” Ji Shaojun was slightly silent, remembering that this old man was a few years younger than Ji Heng.

 Xiaojie shook his head. He had been simmering in his heart for many years. How could his body get better?

Passing by a small supermarket, Ji Shaojun asked Xiaojie to stop the car and buy a bottle of soy sauce.

Arrived at Shanhai Apartment, Ji Shaojun thought about Mu Xianguang and Ji Heng, and seemed slightly silent. Xiaojie followed him, and the door of 103 was closed.

Xiaojie reached out and pressed the doorbell.

The door was opened soon. It was an old man with green eyes and a shirt covered with sunflower flowers. His eyes fell on Ji Shaojun and he said, "Why are you coming back? Where's the soy sauce?"

　　Long time no see, why is Mr. Lance’s Chinese deteriorating?

I have a bad stomach. It’s so painful to eat so light every day. I really...want to eat junk food! ! Good night babies