After I left my job, I became pregnant with my ex-boss’s child.

This result deeply surprised Wei Yan, and even Ji Liang raised his eyebrows.

Professor Cheng continued: "The reason why you were sleepy before was probably not because the G60 neurotoxin had an effect on you, but because your body initiated a protective mechanism to fight against the G60 neurotoxin, and your body became a battlefield. !”

Ji Liang said: "I understand this. It's just like having a fever. Fever is also the body's self-protection."

"That's right," Professor Cheng said, "In the past, No. 7 had better rejection status, but it was only a little better than others. With Miss Wei's results, the quality is directly across the levels."

Wei Yan asked: "Who is No. 7?"

"I don't know. There is only the last name on the document, and the rest are confidentiality options."

Ji Liang said: "Maybe it's Ding Man."

Wei Yan looked down at the numerical value and felt happy.

He leaned gently to his side and was embraced by Leng Yeting.

But thinking of Ji Niannian, Wei Yan looked at the documents in Professor Cheng's hand.

Professor Cheng seemed to have guessed what she was thinking. He handed over these documents and said, "Miss Ji's situation is not that good."

Wei Yan lowered his head and looked line by line, his expression gradually changing.

In fact, if you think about it, you know that Ji Niannian has been living under high pressure every day for the past few months. He is extremely irritable and violent, and the hormones in his body are soaring, which will inevitably affect various organs.

In the past few months, her aunt has only come one day.

If this continues, Ji Niannian will die soon.

Wei Yan looked at the values ​​line by line. The only way to keep Ji Niannian alive now is to awaken her main personality. Otherwise, the uncooperative sub-personality will only make her die faster.

Because no matter which sub-personality they are, they all have one thing in common: they do not trust others and are full of aggression towards the surrounding environment.

After flipping through it, Wei Yan looked at Zhan Beiming over there.

Zhan Beiming looked downcast, with a knot between his eyebrows that he couldn't untie.

Wei Yan's eyes showed sympathy, and she opened her mouth, but in the end she said nothing.

The sky in Anseong gradually darkened, and clouds hung high on the horizon. Soon, the ink was overturned, the moon poked its head out from behind the clouds, and the whole city was immersed in the brilliant lights.

At the same time, Atlanta had just seen sunrise.

Miles's room is on the top floor and is surrounded by glass. At [-]:[-] a.m. local time, the curtains automatically open according to the program settings.

The clear light made Miles open his eyes. He had a good dream and was in a happy mood.

After looking at the digital time displayed on the ceiling, Miles got up in no hurry and called the artificial intelligence with his eyes closed, asking it to dial Zheng Facai's phone.

After a blank busy signal, the phone sounded in Chinese, and the system's mechanical female voice answered, saying that the phone was turned off.

Miles said: "I'm confused. No matter whether he succeeds or not, his phone will be turned off. So, call Walnut."

The voice said: "Executing, Master."

The sudden ringing of the phone startled Walnut, who had been sitting blankly.

He slowly turned his head, and there were three English letters mes on it.

Walnut reached out and rubbed his temples, then answered the phone: "Hello, Mr. Miles."

"Hello, Walnut." Miles was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His voice sounded very happy, and once he showed this joy, his voice would become like that of a boy who was less than 20 years old.

Walnut pursed his lips, knowing that Miles was waiting for him to take the initiative to speak. After a while, Walnut whispered: "Mr. Miles, what you say next may make you very angry... But today's mission to Feiyun, we Failed."

Miles slowly opened his eyes on the bed and looked at the digital time on the ceiling. His eyes showed no joy or anger, but his voice could no longer hear the joy just now: "How did it fail?"