Wen Zhixia came to the Doctoral Building in Xinyao District for the first time.

This place occupies a small area and is remote. There is no teaching building. Except for people from the school who come to check in, there are basically no passers-by.

 The cafe is also quiet.

When Wen Zhixia came over, he saw He Wen sitting opposite Bai Qian. The two were discussing mathematical models in a low voice.

 She sat next to Bai Zian.

“Hi.” He Wen was opposite Bai Zian, with a silver laptop lying in front of him and his fingers resting on the touch screen.

Wen Zhixia didn’t know He Wen, and she couldn’t understand most of the words Bai Qian chatted with He Wen.

She took the coffee that Bai Xian ordered for her, put one hand on her knee, and held the coffee cup in the other hand, looking sideways at Bai Xian communicating with He Wen.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a car with the special logo of the institute slowly stopped outside.

He Wen saw the car out of the corner of his eye, drank the coffee next to him, and then hurriedly took his computer and notebook and went out, "I'm leaving first!"

 After he left, Wen Zhixia spoke to Bai Qian, "That was..."

"Congratulations," Bai Zian retracted his gaze and remembered the business, "How is the progress of the hair dryer project?"

“Sister Lu is taking promotional photos.” Speaking of this, Wen Zhixia took another sip of hot coffee and tried to suppress her excitement. “The question is... will this project harm her commercial value?”

 Wen Zhixia is not only the leader of the project, but also a fan of Yan Lu.

 Let Yan Lu endorse a hair dryer that is about to go out of business, which is really not in line with her status.

Wen Zhixia was worried, "Our hair dryers are too common and not well-known. Sister Lu should be suitable for that kind of international brand..."

"Maybe it's not that common." After listening to Wen Zhixia's words, Bai Zian picked up the coffee cup next to him and tapped the cup with his fingers.

 “What?” Wen Zhixia just wanted to ask, is there something unusual?

Bai Zian reached out and handed the paper in his hand to Wen Zhixia, "Here's this for you."

Wen Zhixia reached out and took it.

 It is a drawing about fifty centimeters wide.

Wen Zhixia has never studied electromechanics, but he was in the international class in high school, and he can barely understand the principles of generators.

 There is an obvious airplane-like logo in the lower right corner.

"What's this?"

“The drawing of the hair dryer,” Bai Qian guessed that Jiang Fuli had been thinking about this drawing during the summer vacation last year, otherwise it would not have been possible so quickly. “Take it back and discuss it with the rest of the project team.”

Wen Zhixia was so surprised by the drawings that Bai Zian took out, and Wen Zhixia took the paper back to the company.

Manager Zhang studied with the product person for a long time, "So this is where the electrode applies a high voltage to the water and atomizes it to produce water ions. Miss, we need to make a template for this design drawing."

Wen Zhixia nodded, "You should find people you trust to customize parts."

 Most parts customization is slow, but the Wen family has its own factory and can complete customization in two or three days.

Bai Zian brought several cups of milk tea back to the laboratory.

I want to ask Zhou Wenqing to take two days off to go to Academician Ma.

"Sister, please go in later. There is someone in the teacher's office." Hu Yue inserted the straw in, tilted her head and lowered her voice, "In the past month, there have been a lot of people looking for the teacher."

“Maybe he was promoted,” Ding Wenyang said from the side. “As you know, Professor Zhou has just been promoted to deputy dean.”

"It's possible," Tang Ming brought a report over and looked in Bai Zian's direction, "but I don't think it's that simple."

   **

  Chen family.

Ren Wanxuan and the Dong family were standing outside the courtyard gate. Mr. Dong lowered his head and told Ren Wanxuan, "You don't need to talk much after you go in. I will help you talk to the old man. Be generous. Don't lower your head even if you feel scared. The old man will not Like that."

 After repeated warnings to make sure that Ren Wanxuan had listened, Mr. Dong took her in.

 In Mr. Chen’s tea room.

Dean Jian was making tea for Mr. Chen. His movements were neither hasty nor slow, and the rich tea flowed out from the spout, giving him a leisurely look that was different from others.

"You are getting better and better at making tea now," Mr. Chen picked up the tea cup and tasted it carefully. "She taught you?"

“She doesn’t have the patience to teach me. I learned from her.” Dean Jian looked at the time, put down the teapot, and stood up: “Old man, I have to go back.”

 He has another class in the evening.

When I walked out of the archway, I happened to meet several people from the Dong family coming in with Ren Wanxuan.

Mr. Dong knew Dean Jian and greeted him politely. Ren Wanxuan next to her raised her head and glanced at Dean Jian, feeling that he looked very familiar.

 “Your name is Ren Wanxuan?” In the tea room, Mr. Chen put down his teacup and observed Ren Wanxuan carefully.

Although Mr. Chen is old, his gray hair is neatly combed back and his eyes are bright.

Seeing such a look, Ren Wanxuan was not so calm after all, but she remembered the Dong family's words and did not avert her gaze, "Yes."

The person next to him had already set up pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Mr. Chen stood up with his hands behind his back and said, "I heard that you are good at Liangti writing. Come and try it."

 Ren Wanxuan knew that the opportunity might only come once, so she put her best foot forward and wrote two words.

 A bit frivolous, but better than most people’s writing.

Mr. Chen stood by the table, looking down at the words with no expression on his face. He exchanged a few words with Ren Wanxuan, a member of the Dong family, before letting someone send them off.

 Also gave gifts to Ren Wanxuan and others.

After the others left, he waved his hand to ask someone to accept Ren Wanxuan's handwriting. He turned his head and asked the people around him, "Xiao Chang, what do you think of this handwriting?"

Xiao Chang glanced over. He had protected Mr. Chen for more than ten years, so he naturally had a certain appreciation ability, "Not as good as Miss Xu."

 Not even comparable to Xu Yajun, let alone the one who appears in the vast sea of ​​pen and ink.

I heard that these two are cousins, but I really can’t tell the similarities.

   **

 The next day.

 Dean Jian went fishing with Ji Heng.

The temperature in Jiangjing is now rising and the ice has basically melted. It is a good time for fishing. The two brought Xu En and Chen Ju with them and returned with a full load.

Passing by Mu’s house, Ji Heng stopped.

He went in carrying two fishes and took the opportunity to see Mu Xianguang. Housekeeper Lou took the fish from him and handed it to Xiaojie, "I will make fish soup for Master Mu Zhao tonight."

"The old man's health is getting worse," Housekeeper Lou told Ji Heng about Mu Xianguang's current condition. "You will see him later and persuade him to eat more. Miss has gone to many doctors, but to no avail."

 They walked all the way to the Buddhist hall.

 Meet Ren Wanxuan on the road.

Ren Wanxuan walked outside with the uncle of the Mu family. They all knew that the Dong family took Ren Wanxuan to the Chen family yesterday. The uncle is now very friendly to Ren Wanxuan.

When they saw Ji Heng, Housekeeper Lou, Ren Wanxuan and Mu Zushu, they all stopped.

Ren Wanxuan saw the two big fish in Xiaojie's hands. They had a strong fishy smell and couldn't help but take a step back, "Grandpa."

Ji Heng held the pipe in his hand and nodded without making a sound.

Butler Lou greeted Ren Wanxuan and Uncle Mu politely, and pointed to the fish in Xiaojie's hand: "Uncle Zu, do you want to take a fish back?"

"No." The uncle glanced at the two fishes in Xiaojie's hand and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He was thinking about the dinner with Ren Wanxuan in the evening and did not discuss the two fishes with them.

Xiaojie could tell what his uncle was thinking by looking at his eyes.

 Once upon a time, he had the same idea. Until one time I saw who were the people fishing.

Ji Heng entered the Buddhist hall, and the housekeeper turned his head to look at Xiaojie, "Has the doctor in Xuankang given you a reply?"

“They usually don’t go out for medical treatment.” Xiaojie shook his head.

But the old man refused to leave the Mu family’s gate.

   **

 Outside, Uncle Zu and Ren Wanxuan got into the car, "Who did you date this time?"

"It's not me," Ren Wanxuan sat in the back seat and thought for a moment, "it was my aunt who made an appointment with a professor from Jiang University."

 The aunt she was talking about was naturally Mu Youjun.

After recognizing her ancestor and returning to the clan, Mu Youjun became a little colder towards Ren Wanxuan, but because she was Ji Heng's granddaughter, she met Mr. Chen again two days ago. I heard that the old man had returned a gift to Ren Wanxuan, and Mu Youjun... Contacted her proactively.

 Hearing Ren Wanxuan's words, the clan uncle nodded.

Although Ji Heng and Bai Qian were familiar with Xu En and that person from the Jiang family before, Bai Qian and Ji Heng didn't make any noise afterwards, and they never saw Jiang Fuli again. On the contrary, Ren Wanxuan seemed to have enlightened, and Gradually began to take over the affairs of the Mu family.

She has also made some achievements, and now even Mu Youjun has taken the initiative to invite her.

The Mu family all know how arrogant Mu Youjun is, and they don’t bother to come back on weekdays.

The two of them arrived at the private dining room of the private restaurant, where Mu Youjun and Gao Jiachen were already meeting with the Jiang University professor.

"Come on, Wanxuan," Mu Youjun introduced Ren Wanxuan when he saw her, "This is Jiachen, who is also your cousin. This is Dean Zhou, who is the deputy dean of the School of Physics of Jiangnan University... "

Gao Jiachen glanced at Ren Wanxuan lightly and said nothing.

Ren Wanxuan's heart was beating fast. This was Dr. Gao, the Dr. Gao Jiachen whom the Ren family had spent tens of millions to see only once.

   **

 Shanhai Apartment.

It is rare for people to gather together today.

 Xu En, Xu Wenyao, Xu Zhiyue and Ning Xiao Chen Ju were all here, and Shen Qing came over early in the morning.

 Fortunately, 103 and 303 are big enough, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to fit this group of people.

When Jiang Fuli came back, Xu Wenyao and Jian Zhe were sitting on the first floor discussing the re-examination. Both of them were first in the written examination of their respective majors. Xu En was playing chess with Lu Xiaohan.

 Bureau Chen and others are in the kitchen.

Jiang Fuli just came to say hello to Ji Heng first. Bai Zian always called Ji Heng every time he came back. He also has this habit now.

Ji Heng stood behind Lu Xiaohan and watched her play backgammon.

 Xu En has conquered the financial world and can now be regarded as a financial giant in Jiangjing, but he really didn’t expect that he would be killed by a little girl while playing backgammon.

Lu Xiaohan is no match for Ning Xiao, but he is no match for Tang Ming, so there is no need to mention Jiang He.

 Xu En is one of the few people she can get through.

Ji Heng didn’t even need to guide Lu Xiaohan, he just watched the battle leisurely.

Hearing Jiang Fuli's voice, Ji Heng slowly raised his head and said, "Xiao Jiang, you're back just in time. Let Aji and the others come down for dinner in half an hour."

Jiang Fuli nodded and went upstairs with the paper bag he brought back.

 Upstairs.

 Bai Zian was constructing a diagram, and Jiang Fuli placed the white paper bag next to her.

 In addition to a very fresh rose, there is also a black hair dryer in the paper bag. I don’t know what kind of material it is made of. It doesn’t weigh much in my hand.

 Matte surface, always looks very deep at first glance.

Bai Zian leisurely put the single rose in the vase, put down the mouse in his hand, and played with the hair dryer in his hand: "The one you designed?"

"Yes," Jiang Fuli leaned lazily on the corner of her desk, brushed her fingers over the small silver pendulum ball, and picked up the plug on the side calmly, "Try to see if it works."

 He stepped in.

Bai Xian pressed open. The sound of the hair dryer was not loud, but the wind speed was quite high.

 The most important thing is that in the middle ring, you can see the looming blue ring.

 She tested the temperature with her hands.

Jiang Fuli leaned against the table and waited until she finished trying it before speaking. His eyes calmly moved away from the hair dryer and landed on her face, "How was it?"

“It’s very fun,” Bai Qian turned off the hair dryer and raised his head, “I want to take it apart.”

Jiang Fuli paused for a moment, not too surprised: "If you want to tear it down, just tear it down."

 After all, there’s nothing she hasn’t dismantled yet.

   **

  303.

Mao Kun held a portfolio and rang the doorbell.

Zhang Shize and Tang Ming were doing homework outside. Tang Ming opened the door and touched the back of his head when he saw Mao Kun. "Brother Mao, are you here to see Sister Xian?"

“Yes,” Mao Kun held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled at Tang Ming, “Where is my sister?”

“In the study room,” Tang Ming pointed to the half-covered study room, “Brother Jiang is here too.”

Mao Kun was about to go in to find Bai Qian. When he heard that Jiang Fuli was also in the study, he turned around and returned to the Eight Immortals table to watch Zhang Shize writing papers. "Classmate Zhang, are you about to take the college entrance examination?"

 Zhang Shize raised his head and said, "Yes."

 “Come on.” Mao Kun patted Zhang Shize on the shoulder and encouraged him.

I was thinking about Xiaoqi's age. If he had not dropped out of school, he would have passed the college entrance examination. Xiaoqi's grades were very good at that time. When he dropped out of school, his teacher from the first grade of junior high school came to the orphanage to help him continue his studies, but he was still rejected by his wife later. blocked.

 Xiao Qi never went to school again.

 Jiang Fuli came out of the study.

He did not speak, but put one hand in his pocket, glanced at Mao Kun calmly, raised his chin at him, and motioned for him to go to the study.

Mao Kun quickly stood up straight, greeted Jiang Fuli respectfully, and then went in with the file bag.

Bai Qian is sitting at the desk. She is wearing a soft white dress. There is a computer in front of her. Her fingertips are resting on the number keys. Her eyebrows are hanging lazily. There are a few roses in the celadon vase on the left, one of which is colored Very bright.

The window is open, the breeze blows in, and you can see the water droplets rolling on the roses.

 Forget about small pendulum **** and building blocks, why is there a hair dryer?

“Sister,” Mao Kun looked away, handed the file bag to Bai Zian, and said in a deep voice, “Xiao Qi’s identification results are out.”

Bai Qian pressed the keyboard for a moment. She suddenly raised her head, her dark almond-shaped eyes looking at the file bag in Mao Kun's hand, her expression unclear in the confusion.

 Take the file bag and open it.

 Take out the identification results inside.

The room is very quiet.

Mao Kun could even hear his own breathing. He looked at Bai Qian intently. He didn't know the result, and he didn't know whose appraisal Bai Qian was comparing Xiao Qi with.

There were several pieces of paper, and Bai Qian read down them ten lines at a time, until the last line of appraisal opinions—

　　…According to the existing information and DNA analysis results, it is supported that the woman tested is the biological mother of the child. 】

Good night!

　　(End of this chapter)