mandatory agreement

Lu Zheng took a good look, saved the picture, and began to draft the proposal for the next parliament - as a senior member, his advisory group is only in the single digits, and most of the important matters will still be handled by him personally, with a heavy workload , but the confidentiality is extremely high.

After completing the draft proposal, Lu Zheng called Sara to proofread and correct it, and went to bed at three o'clock in the morning.

The doctor made an appointment at ten o'clock in the morning. Lu Zheng was woken up by the auto-injector commanded by Sara. He opened his eyes tiredly, not surprised at all that his hands and feet were handcuffed by metal rings. Holding more than a dozen used syringes, Sarah frantically searched for a suitable injection position, and slowly pushed the needle forward.

"You can wake me up first."

Note that the fluid in his body played its due role. Lu Zheng's whole body seemed to be squeezed by a truck, and there was no pain everywhere. He clenched his hands tightly, and the sweat condensed into water, which wet the bed sheet under him.

"According to the data, if you wake up, you will suffer 15 minutes more side effects of treatment."

The last injection ended its proper function, and Sara directed the mechanical arm to stick the simulated skin on the pinhole, making sure that it was not easy to detect from the outside.

It switched to a soft female voice, reminding: "Please change your clothes, the doctor will arrive in 10 minutes."

"Change to the original voice."

"Yes." It cut into a gentle male voice.

Lu Zheng changed into pure cotton home clothes and waited for the doctor to come.

His personal doctor is a rigorous and neat middle-aged woman, and Lu Zheng usually calls her Doctor Wang.

Dr. Wang was very familiar with her employer. She examined Lu Zheng's body with the small equipment she carried with her, and quickly typed out a diagnosis and treatment form for Lu Zheng to sign for confirmation.

After Lu Zheng signed, she rubbed her temples wearily, and said, "Even if the special medicine can maintain your physical indicators for a short period of time, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. I still recommend that you be hospitalized for systematic treatment."

"Thank you for your suggestion," Lu Zheng said without any change in expression, "Thank you very much."

Dr. Wang knew that she could not convince her employer, so she had to leave in a hurry.

Lu Zheng watched her leave, his straight back collapsed in an instant, he leaned on the sofa shamelessly, and told his subordinates: "Pay attention to Dr. Wang, if she leaks the news, kill her immediately."

"Yes."

Lu Zheng revised another version of the parliamentary proposal, and when the revision was finished, he casually asked Sarah, "What is Xiao Zhou doing?"

"Um……"

"Speak straight."

"He's cooking."

"Cook?"

"Tongzhou Institute of Science and Technology has opened a shared kitchen, and he is cooking."

"Who is it for?"

After Lu Zheng asked, he also realized that the answer to this question was obvious. He leaned back, leaned on the slightly hard back of the chair, and said, "Find a reason and ask Wei Ze to come out."

"Okay, do you want to see Mr. Wei in person?"

"You see I have a lot of time?"

"There should be an ellipsis here."

"Send me to the academy, and I'll see Xiao Zhou."

"Ok."

--

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."

Zhou Xing was chopping ribs. He purchased a kind of high-quality and cheap animal meat, and was going to cook ribs soup for Wei Ze.

He broke out in a sweat and called Wei Ze: "Help me wash a cucumber."

Wei Ze held a novel in his hand without raising his head: "It's not convenient, you wash it yourself."

Zhou Xing glanced at him, put down the kitchen knife, took the cucumber, rubbed the thorns with his hands, and washed it under running water.

Zhou Xing's parents go out on secret missions all year round, and sometimes they only come back once every two or three years. He has taken care of himself since he was a child, so he has a very good cooking skill.

He poured the ingredients into the pressure cooker with water, adjusted the power and pressed the start button, patted the cucumbers, and added seasonings to make a side dish.

"Eat strawberries?"

"eat."

Zhou Xing started picking strawberries. He carefully removed the green leaves from each strawberry, washed them with water, and put them on a beautiful tray.

He cut another small piece of cucumber and was about to carve a flower, but he heard Wei Ze say, "I have something to do at home, so I'll go back first."

"Can you wait another 10 minutes, the soup is almost ready."

"It's urgent, let's drink next time."

"Then it's done, I'll send it to you?"

"No, drink it yourself."

Zhou Xing put down the kitchen knife and only had time to catch Wei Ze's back. He walked so hastily, as if he was impatient with being here, and didn't seem to have the slightest memory of Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing washed his face with cold water to calm down his frustration. He picked up the book left by Wei Ze, closed it and put it in his schoolbag. When the soup was ready, he packed it together with strawberries and tableware, ready to wait Eat it at dinner time.

He was carrying his schoolbag and lunch box, and was about to leave school when his wristband rang suddenly, and a message popped up—"The latest part-time job, we urgently need a drawing assistant."

Zhou Xing can receive living expenses from his parents every month, which is more than enough to support himself, but if he wants to buy more gifts for Wei Ze, it is not enough.

He often does some part-time jobs, and he is also very experienced as a drawing assistant—most of them are urgently needed when the deadline for drawing is approaching.

Now that I have nothing to do when I go home, Zhou Xing thought for a while, clicked on the message, carefully read the job content and salary, pressed the registration button and automatically sent the resume.

The news of this part-time job was released through the main brain, and the feedback was very fast. Ten minutes later, Zhou Xing received the news that the registration was approved. He looked down at the address, and it was in the gallery not far from the college.

Zhou Xing returned to the classroom, picked up the painting tools, trotted to the gallery, and after reaching the designated studio, he brushed off his bracelet again.

"Zi-"

After the bracelet was recognized, Zhou Xing stepped into the room and found that there was already a person in the room. That person was wearing a scarlet coat, and his back was inexplicably familiar.

"Mr. Zhou?" The man opened his mouth, and his voice became more familiar.

"It's me, you are Mr. Lu?" Out of politeness, Zhou Xing stood where he was and didn't move forward.

"A few days ago, did you spend the night in the library?"

Lu Zheng turned his back to Zhou Xing, looked down at the tablet, and Zhou Xing's face loomed above.

"Hmm, are you the gentleman who lent me the bracelet that day?"

Zhou Xing thought the world was really small, so he relaxed his nerves and took a few steps forward.

"You don't need painting tools, just use the digital board to color directly," Lu Zheng paused, and then said, "Don't come here, I'll send the picture to your computer later."

"Ok."

Zhou Xing sat at the position behind Mr. Lu, and said he was behind him, but he was three meters away, and he could only see a figure from the back.

—Maybe he didn't want others to see his face.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xing stretched out his hand to touch his stomach, he was a little hungry.

"Has Mr. Lu eaten?"

"not yet."

"Do you want soup, I just made it at school."

"Okay."

"Or strawberries?"

"No need, it's too cold, put a bowl of soup on the robotic arm at hand, and it will pass it to me."

"it is good."