Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

Zhou Ruiqing held Han Ziyin's hand and walked outside. New 𝟼𝟿 Book Bar→𝟼𝟿𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚡.𝚌𝚘𝚖

Han Ziyin's hands were thin and slender, and they were slightly cold. She didn't know if she was scared.

He really didn't know that Han Ziyin was afraid of the dark, but he didn't think it was wrong for this trait to appear in a person.

Some people are afraid of cockroaches, some are afraid of thunder, and some are afraid of duck necks. This is all normal.

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

Zhou Rui walked slowly, making sure that Han Ziyin could keep up. When passing obstacles, he would pull Han Ziyin to help her avoid them.

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

We 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 opened the door of the laboratory, and the light from the corridor shone in.

"Out"

"Um"

"Are you leaving?"

"Um"

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

Only then did Zhou Rui react and let go of his hand: "I almost forgot about this. Let's go. I'll take you back to the dormitory."

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"According to expert research, cold winter is more suitable for love. This is an instinct engraved in genes, because in ancient primitive societies, production and life could not be carried out in winter, and sticking to settlements became the only option. Moreover, children conceived in winter would Born in summer and autumn when the weather is warm and food is plentiful.”

Song Bin quickly changed channels. new

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

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

A new voice came from the radio.

"Experts say that in the new era of the 21st century, we should abandon the dregs of old ideas and actively advocate a new outlook on marriage and relationships. Young people of appropriate age should appropriately broaden their range of choices in order to be able to"

Song Bin felt like his butt was on fire, so he could only turn off the radio station.

Then look out the window to relieve the embarrassment.

The two of them were on their way to dinner. During this period of time, Song Bin's father and second uncle had cooperated with Xue Wenwen's family, so the two parties had close contacts. For the sake of training, Song Bin's father would call 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, even though Song Bin felt that there was no need to do it.

Song Bin looked at Xue Wenwen's side face through the reflection of the window.

Frankly speaking, Xue Wenwen looks pretty good and has a not bad personality. Parents on both sides seem to be encouraging of their contact.

But the most important thing is that he has not received any experience of being attracted by the opposite sex.

From childhood to adulthood, Xue Wenwen was the first.

Everyone hopes that their first time will be unforgettable, but this is Song Bin’s first time.

The difficulty is a bit high and the situation is a bit complicated, so he won’t be able to handle it.

He even often fell into self-doubt. How could Sister Wenwen fall in love with someone like him? Could it be that he was too passionate?

For example, the three major hallucinations of men...

Unconsciously, Song Bin began to think, what would he do if his idol boss was himself?

After a long while, Song Bin came to a conclusion. new

The boss doesn’t seem to be able to handle it either.

The boss is actually quite passive. He may not even realize it.

And Xue Wenwen

Xue Wenwen is older than Song Bin, but she is one of those simple rich girls who has been living in an ivory tower. This simplicity dilutes the "sense of age" to a certain extent.

There is a kind of silly beauty.

On the elevated road, the car drove quietly, with only the faint sound of the engine.

Xue Wenwen suddenly said: "Song Bin, do you dislike me?"

Song Bin's hands shook and he felt his heartbeat skipped half a beat.

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

Mi Nengwen frowned slightly: "What's called going back, that's called going over. You have to figure out where your home is."

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

This also made his office look particularly deserted. Although the central air conditioners all had the same temperature, Mi Nengwen's place always felt colder.

On the other side of the phone is his sister.

"I don't care, you must come back for Christmas! There is a Christmas dance in my high school, and I hope you can come to it."

Mi Nengwen sighed, but still didn't let go. He said a few more perfunctory words, and ended the international long distance call in 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 smart business attire, paired with 40D black stockings, which makes it look neat and beautiful.

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

Mi Nengwen put the phone on the table, leaned back on the seat, and looked a little vacant.

Ouman pushed the tea set in front of Minengwen and secretly looked at Minengwen's jawline.

"Mr. Mi, is this a work matter? If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Mi Nengwen pushed up his glasses: "It's not work, it's Xiaowu's identity. Something went wrong."

Ouman obviously didn't expect it to be such a complicated and private issue, so he could only console himself: "Miss Mi... is still young, maybe it will be fine if she grows up a little bit."

Mi Nengwen thought to himself that he might be useless if he grows older.

Ouman noticed a few white hairs on Mi Nengwen's head and subconsciously said, "Mr. Mi, do you know about Astragalus?"

Mi Nengwen was stunned: "Astragalus? You mean Chinese medicine?"

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

"Why? What effect does it have?"

Ouman held the tray and counted on his fingers: "Enhance immunity, fight fatigue, regulate physical weakness, prevent hair loss, cure coldness, nourish physical weakness, and cure insomnia."

Mi Nengwen: "I feel like you are not talking about astragalus, but elixir. Just brew a little. Tea is also a traditional Chinese medicine at the earliest."

Ouman nodded happily. Mi always felt a sense of accomplishment if he could listen to her suggestions.

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

Mineng Wen took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, nodded and said: "I understand, you should get off work early, and drive carefully on the way back."

Ouman smiled knowingly, but when he was about to leave, Mi Nengwen coughed again:

"Well... 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 inadvertently.

Ouman was confused, walked out of Minengwen's office, came to the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror curiously.

Why should you look in the mirror when you are well-dressed and well-made?

Until he turned around, Ouman instantly felt embarrassment and embarrassment flowing through the pores in his body.

Her stockings came off

Cracked almost to the top of my 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 has an end.

In front of the dormitory door, Zhou Rui stood still and said: "Look back and follow my experimental plan first. When you become proficient, you can also try to design it independently, although what I said does not count."

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

Unconsciously, Han Ziyin stood on the curb. She was already tall, but standing on the curb, she was actually one point taller than Zhou Rui.

This was the first time Zhou Rui saw Han Ziyin from this perspective.

The cold eyes, the straight bridge of the nose, and the fair skin formed complex and beautiful light and shadow under the street lamp.

"Okay, then you want to give me a little longer to start?"

"It's my pleasure, Senior Zhou."

Zhou Rui moved his chin towards the door of the dormitory: "Go up, I see the dormitory aunt is glaring at us."

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

Zhou Rui raised his hand and didn't say until the dormitory door was about to close: "Yes, they have said it, but I seem to owe you a welcome: Welcome to the laboratory."

Han Ziyin smiled and nodded, and quickly slipped into the crack of the door in one step. She was separated by the glass, but her air was like a peacock whose plan went smoothly.