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Yang Qi looked at the materials carefully, but Qian Yumeng was asking Wei Sen for news, such as where he encountered the case and so on.

Wei Sen looks like a big fool, but he actually has a delicate heart and is very good at dealing with people.

After all, when he was in the battlefield, he was also a negotiator, and he was able to eloquently win a lot of rights and opportunities for the people in the refugee camp.

So Qian Yumeng didn't get any news from him.

Yang Qi over here suddenly stood up after flipping through a few documents, looking straight at the document in his hand, "Weison, where did you get your document?!"

"Some I collected myself, and some I got from other people," Wesson explained.

Seeing that Yang Qi was in a bad mood, Ke Yusen asked with concern, "Yang Qi, what's wrong?"

Yang Qi tightly held the document in his hand, his emotions obviously lost control, "I'm sorry...I, I want to be alone for a while."

He looked at Wesson, his eyes were red, "Can you study this information for me?"

"Of course." Wesson nodded generously.

"Thank you." Yang Qi almost exhausted his last bit of energy to say thank you, then turned and left holding the documents in his hand.

Qian Yumeng noticed Yang Qi's series of changes.

However, he didn't see what was on the information, so he didn't know the reason for Yang Qi's change, "What's wrong with him? The experiment is at a critical juncture."

"Everyone has their own emotions. It is definitely not good to do research with emotions. Let him take it easy." Ke Yusen understood very well.

He changed the subject and mentioned something else, "Old Qian, the virus samples you brought this time are only six in total, but we have ten experimental protocols, so it's hard to distribute them."

Qian Yumeng understood what he meant, but he said regretfully, "It was difficult for me to protect these six copies. There is no way. The laboratory was closed back then, and all samples were destroyed. I used the It took some tricks to keep these six copies, and I brought them all here."

"That's a pity." Ke Yusen also said.

"So these experimental plans have to be eliminated after all, choose the best and use them, and they have to be ordered as soon as possible."

Both Ke Yusen and Weisen nodded.

Qian Yumeng puffed up his chest and said, "Let's do an experiment and simulation first, so that we can be more sure of what plan to choose."

"Okay." Both of them agreed, and followed Qian Yumeng to the laboratory.

When closing the isolation door, Ke Yusen took his mobile phone and sent an email.

"He left the laboratory after seeing that document."

"learn."

After seeing the reply, Ke Yusen put away his phone and entered the laboratory.

***
Yang Qi took the document and left the laboratory with a very complicated and heavy heart.

Maybe Ke Yusen and the others didn't understand why they had such a big reaction, and Yang Qi didn't mean to say anything.

But the grief in his heart spread like a tsunami in his heart...

It is not so much a virus file as it is an autopsy report.

But the name of the corpse was Yang Lifu.

That was Yang Qi's father, that's why his reaction was so big.

Back then, he received an anonymous email saying that his father's death was suspicious. Later, he searched desperately, but found nothing, so that in the past nine years, Yang Qi has been brooding on it.

Who would have thought that now, nine years later, he saw the autopsy report, which clearly stated that the deceased died of a virus infection.

The genetic sequence of the virus is also attached.

That is the gene sequence that Yang Qi is so familiar with, it is the virus gene that he has been studying!

In short, his father, Siyu, was talking about the virus he was working on.

So, I am an executioner myself!

He killed his father!
This discovery was a fatal blow to Yang Qi.

That kind of blow was devastating, it made Yang Qi unable to struggle.

Annoyed, regretful, sad, sad and indignant...

It seemed that the most desperate emotions in the world erupted on him, making Yang Qi unable to breathe.

What is flowing in the eyes is no longer tears, but regret, hatred, and helplessness...

Yang Qi raced all the way to the manor. This way, he seemed to have passed through the darkest hell. He only felt that he was that heart, which kept falling, sinking...

It seems that the only way to stop is to fall to the eighteenth level of hell.

The manor was very quiet late at night, and everyone was asleep.

Yang Qi walked back to his room like a corpse, wanting to hide for a while.

But on his bed, there was a delicate person sleeping.

The moment he saw Feng Ying, Yang Qi's originally calm eyes moved.

Only then did he realize that he hadn't lost it, that he was still alive.

Even though his heart was in severe pain, he was still alive, but living like this was more painful than dying.

Yang Qi walked slowly to the side of the bed, and just stood there looking at the sleeping Feng Ying.

She actually has a room, but she has no sense of security, she always has to sleep in the same room as Yang Qi.

Sometimes he sleeps on the carpet beside his bed, sometimes he sleeps on the sofa, and sometimes he just occupies the magpie's nest and sleeps on his bed...

He was not at home, so she could only sleep on a bed that still smelled like him, so as to capture a little sense of security.

There were water drops falling from his chin, Yang Qi stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on his chin, then squatted down, gently took Feng Ying's hand, and put his head in her soft palm.

It seemed that this was the only way to make him feel better.

He remembered that when he was a child, when he was sick and had a fever, he would always cling to his mother like this.

People always need someone who can make them feel at ease when they are most vulnerable.

It used to be the mother, but now it is Fengying.

Although the nature of the roles is different, this is the peace of mind she brings to herself.

Yang Qi closed his eyes, the emotions he had been holding back all this time finally exploded.

The person on the bed opened his eyes when he put his forehead in the palm of his hand.

She had to work hard to control herself, so she didn't hug him tightly.

Feng Ying just listened quietly, listening to his suppressed sobs.

Her hand has been held tightly by him, getting tighter and tighter.

The back of the hand has slowly felt wet, it was his tears that wet the sheets and then spread to the back of the hand.

Time passed by, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

Feng Ying thought, it's good to let him cry, if he can cry out all his sorrows, he won't be so sad anymore.

When Yang Qi finally calmed down and raised his head slowly, Feng Ying hugged him directly.

She hugged his head in her arms and sat up.

Feng Ying sat by the bed, and Yang Qi squatted on the ground.

She held his head and gently comforted him.

Although this situation was putting the cart before the horse, Yang Qi was indeed warmed by her.

The next moment he got up directly and put a kiss on her lips, as if he was absorbing more healing.

Feng Ying didn't struggle, but worked hard to meet his request.

Yang Qi seemed to have caught a piece of driftwood in the vast sea, so he had to cling to it tightly.

As for Fengying, she just wanted to give him the best of herself.

***
Steward Zhou ran back and forth several times, but in the end he didn't knock on the door to disturb the two of them.

At noon, Feng Yao lazily came downstairs.

Seeing this, Steward Zhou immediately went over and asked concerned, "Miss Feng, are you hungry? I've warmed up the food, and I'll bring it to you."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Zhou." Feng Ying blushed a little embarrassedly.

Fengying was probably hungry, so he ate a little too fast.

Steward Zhou has been standing by the side, showing no intention of leaving.

After finishing Fengying's juice, he poured it right away, the service was very thoughtful.

After eating, Feng Ying was about to pack up the dishes and go to the kitchen. Steward Zhou took it and said, "Miss Feng, go and rest, I will do these things, and you don't have to do anything in the future, I will leave it to you. I!"

"Uncle Zhou, what's wrong with you?" Feng Ying was not used to it.

Butler Zhou said with a smile, "This is all my job. Besides, as a professional housekeeper, how can I ask the master to do housework!"

Owner……

and so……

Feng Ying lowered his eyes, as if a little shy, "Uncle Zhou, then you remember to carpet the corridor upstairs, I think you always forget, and you always wrestle there."

"Thank you, Miss Feng, for reminding me! I'll arrange it today!" Steward Zhou nodded sharply.

Feng Ying went upstairs, Yang Qi was still sleeping.

He was tired, or he was completely relaxed after a breakdown, so he slept for a long time.

It was sunny and sunny outside, from Yang Qi's balcony, a large area of ​​vineyards were blooming in the sun.

The wind is mixed with the aroma of grapes, which is refreshing.

Feng Ying sat on the deck chair on the balcony, basked in the sun for a while, and then lazily fell asleep.

In a daze, she was picked up by someone.

Feng Ying was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but he also knew who this person was hugging him.

She murmured softly, "Brother..."

"It's me, sleep for a while if you're sleepy." Yang Qi comforted him softly.

Feng Ying was put on the soft bed, and she was overwhelmed with drowsiness, she fell asleep without thinking.

After Yang Qi covered her with the quilt, he kissed her forehead, got up, looked at Feng Ying, took a long breath, then turned and left the room.

Outside the door, Steward Zhou was taking a tape measure to measure the size. Seeing Yang Qi coming out, he got up and said hello, "Master, are you up? The food is still warm, I'll get it for you, just wait a moment."

"Uncle Zhou, there's no need to prepare, I'm going to the laboratory." Yang Qi's voice was deliberately lowered.

"Ah? You haven't eaten yet! Let's go after eating!" Zhou Butler said worriedly, "I have to eat even if I'm busy!"

"I know, don't worry about me." Yang Qi looked in the direction of the bedroom and said, "Take care of her."

"Will do."

Only then did Yang Qi go downstairs, strode out of the manor, and drove to the laboratory.

When they arrived at the laboratory, Ke Yusen and the others were still struggling with the selection of plans.

Yang Qi came in wearing a protective suit, with protective gear on his face, and he could only see the eyes through the transparent protective glasses.

It was colder than yesterday, but calmer.

He said, "I have already made a decision, and I will choose the fastest three options."

When these words came out, Wei Sen and Ke Yusen were a little surprised.

It was Qian Yumeng who was very happy, "Let me just say, I have tried all the previous solutions, and if they didn't work, they should be eliminated. Choosing these solutions is the best choice!"

Wei Sen said with some concern, "But the risks of these plans are very advertised. If they fail, we may have to start all over again!"

Research is a long process, and some studies last for several decades or even hundreds of years.

Weisen has always felt that stability is the most important thing, and one should not rush for success.

And Yang Qi was such a steady person before, why did he choose the most dangerous plan this time?

Seeing this, Qian Yumeng also said, "Although the risks of these plans are higher, but now the medicine and equipment are more developed, and many risks are balanced, so there is no need to be so nervous, Yang Qi, I believe in you, you can succeed of!"