Rebirth 09: Synthetic Male God

Chapter 190

Zhou Rui lightly held Han Ziyin's hand and walked out.

Han Ziyin's hands were thin and slender, slightly cold, maybe she was scared.

He really didn't know that Han Ziyin was afraid of the dark, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with this characteristic appearing in a 19-year-old girl.

Some people are afraid of cockroaches, some are afraid of thunder, and some are afraid of duck necks. It's all normal.

As long as the fear is genuine, no matter how naive the content is, it should be respected.

Zhou Rui walked slowly, making sure that Han Ziyin could keep up, and would drag Han Ziyin when passing by obstacles to help her avoid them.

Two doors, three rooms, less than 50 meters away.

Walked for several minutes.

Zhou Rui remembered that there was a mobile phone in his pocket, but he didn't say anything.

Han Ziyin's eyes had adapted to the darkness, but she didn't say anything.

Finally, this short journey came to an end, Zhou Rui pushed open the door of the laboratory, and the light in the corridor shone in.

"Out"

"Um"

"Let's go?"

"Um"

After a while, Han Ziyin lowered her head and said softly, "Why don't you let go first?"

Only then did Zhou Rui come to his senses, and let go of his hand: "I almost forgot about it, let's go, I'll take you back to the dormitory."

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"According to expert research, it is found that cold winter is more suitable for love. This is an instinct carved into genes, because in ancient primitive societies, production and life could not be carried out in winter, and sticking to settlements became the only choice. Moreover, children conceived in winter will have Born in the warm summer and autumn when food is plentiful."

Song Bin quickly changed the station.

Xue Wenwen, who was driving, wondered, "Why did you change it? I'm quite curious."

Song Bin wiped his chubby face in embarrassment: "There's nothing to listen to. Now there are experts everywhere, and they don't do anything serious. They express their opinions full-time every day."

There was a new voice on the radio.

"Experts say that in the new era of the 21st century, we should abandon the dross of old-fashioned thinking and actively advocate a brand-new view of marriage and relationship. Young people of the right age should appropriately broaden the scope of choices in order to be able to."

Song Bin felt like his ass was on fire, so he had no choice but to turn off the radio directly.

Then look out the window to ease the embarrassment.

The two of them are on their way to dinner. Song Bin's father and second uncle have been cooperating with Xue Wenwen's family since this period of time, so the two have a close relationship. In the spirit of exercise, Song Bin's father will call him Song Bin every time. Together.

After Xue Wenwen met Song Bin once, she volunteered every time and took the job of picking up "Song Bin's younger brother" at school, although Song Bin felt that there was no need to do so.
Song Bin reflected the light through the window and looked at Xue Wenwen's profile.

In all honesty, Xue Wenwen looks pretty good, and her personality is not bad, and the parents of both sides seem to encourage their contact.

But the most important thing is that he has never received any experience of being attracted to the opposite sex.

From childhood to adulthood, Xue Wenwen was the first.

Everyone hopes that their first time will be unforgettable, but Song Bin's first time.

The difficulty is a bit high, and the situation is a bit complicated, so he can't handle it.

He even often fell into self-doubt. How could Sister Wenwen fall in love with a person like him? Could it be that he was being self-indulgent?

Like the three male hallucinations...

Unconsciously, Song Bin began to think, what would he do if he was the boss of his idol?
After a while, Song Bin came to a conclusion.

The boss can't seem to figure it out either.
The boss is actually quite passive, he may not even realize it.
Xue Wenwen
Xue Wenwen is older than Song Bin, but she belongs to the kind of pure rich girl who has been living in an ivory tower. This kind of simplicity dilutes the "sense of age" to a certain extent.

There is a kind of silly beauty.

On the elevated road, the car was running quietly, with only the slight sound of the engine.

Xue Wenwen suddenly said: "Song Bin, do you not like me?"

Song Bin shook his hands, feeling his heart skip a beat.

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"Brother! It's too much! You won't come back for Christmas."

Mi Nengwen frowned slightly: "What does it mean to go back? That means to go. You have to find out where your home is."

Mi Nengwen's office, like his people, is clean and tidy, with no clutter on the desk, and the overall tone is gray and white.

This also makes his office look extraordinarily deserted, since they all have central air conditioners at the same temperature, Mi Nengwen always feels a little colder here.

On the other side of the phone is his sister.

"I don't care, you must come back for Christmas! My high school has a Christmas ball, and I hope you can come to it."

Mi Nengwen sighed, but he still didn't let go, and he said a few more perfunctory words, and he hung up the international long-distance call in a fit of anger.

There was a knock on the office door, and Auman walked in with a cup of hot tea on a tray.

It is still a lean business attire, with 40D black silk, it looks neat and beautiful.

"Mr. Mi, it's cold, let's drink some tea."

Mi Nengwen put the phone on the table, leaned back on the seat, his eyes were a little empty.

Auman pushed the tea set in front of Mi Nengwen, and secretly looked at Mi Nengwen's jawline.

"Mr. Mi, is it a matter of work? If you have any doubts, you can ask me."

Mi Nengwen pushed his glasses: "It's not work. It's Xiao Wu's identity, something went wrong"

Auman obviously didn't expect it to be such a complicated and private issue, so he could only comfort him: "Miss Mi...is still young, maybe it will be better when she grows up a bit"

If he grows up a bit, it might be useless. Mi Nengwen thought to himself.

Auman noticed a few white hairs on the top of Mi Nengwen's head, and subconsciously said, "Mr. Mi, do you know Huangqi?"

Mi Nengwen was taken aback: "Astragalus membranaceus? You mean traditional Chinese medicine?"

Auman nodded: "I was thinking that when I make tea for you in the future, can I add two slices of astragalus?"

"Why? What effect?"

Holding the tray, Auman counted with his fingers: "Enhance immunity, resist fatigue, regulate body deficiency, prevent hair loss, cure body cold, nourish body deficiency, and cure insomnia"

Mi Nengwen: "I feel that what you are talking about is not astragalus, but an elixir. Forget it, let's make a little bit, anyway, tea was originally a traditional Chinese medicine."

Auman nodded happily, and Mi always felt a sense of accomplishment if he could listen to her advice.

"Mr. Mi, it's getting late, and it's time for you to get off work."

Mi Nengwen took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, nodded and said, "I see, you should get off work early, and drive carefully on the way back."

Auman smiled knowingly, but when he was about to leave, Mi Nengwen coughed lightly again:
"That...before you leave the company, remember to look in the mirror."

Mi Nengwen looked at the document in his hand, and seemed to say it casually.

Confused, Auman walked out of Minenwen's office, went to the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror curiously.

Well-dressed, well-made up. Why look in the mirror?
When he turned around, Ouman instantly felt embarrassment and embarrassment flowing from all the pores of his body.
Her stockings came off.
Almost to the root of the thigh
When did this happen! ! ! !
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In front of the girls' dormitory building, Zhou Rui and Han Ziyin walked side by side.

But the way back, after all, has an end.

In front of the dormitory door, Zhou Rui stood still and said, "Turn around, follow my experiment plan first, and when you become proficient, you can also try to design it yourself, although what I said doesn't count."

Han Ziyin shook her head: "Let's go with you first, I want to learn more."

Unconsciously, Han Ziyin stood on the curb. She was already tall, but standing on the curb was even taller than Zhou Rui.

It was the first time for Zhou Rui to see Han Ziyin from this perspective.

Her cold eyes, straight nose, and fair skin formed a complex and beautiful light and shadow under the street lamp.

"Alright, then you want to fight me for a while longer?"

"It's my pleasure, Senior Zhou."

Zhou Rui moved his chin towards the door of the dormitory: "Go up, I see that auntie in charge is staring at us."

Han Ziyin jumped off the curb: "Then I'm leaving, good night."

Zhou Rui raised his hand until the door of the dormitory was about to close before he said, "By the way, they all said it, but I still owe you a welcome: welcome to the laboratory."

Han Ziyin nodded with a smile, and quickly darted into the crack of the door with one step, through the glass, but she looked like a peacock with a smooth plan.

(End of this chapter)