Dressed as cannon fodder, I mistakenly took the heartthrob script

Shuangqin Research Building.

laboratory.

After getting the materials from the conference room, Lao Qian came out and sat down in front of the desktop computer at the workstation, preparing to enter the materials into the system for easy summarization, and for Qin Ning to read later.

He moved the mouse with his right hand, opened the folder with his left hand, and stopped at the data page.

I looked up again, intending to create a new document, but I saw that the computer that was usually turned on within a few seconds was flashing a blue screen, and countless characters were scrolling and loading, and there were more and more.

Lao Qian called a colleague who had a little computer knowledge in the laboratory, but the other party tapped several keys one after another, and the computer did not return to its original state.

The colleague said: "It's better to use this computer first, and later, Mr. Qin should come to the laboratory, so I don't have time to do this."

Lao Qian nodded, stood up from the computer, and moved to another computer next to him.

After sitting down, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the blue screen of the computer screen, wondering why the laboratory computer would be sent for inspection and repair every once in a while, and it was just sent back two days ago, why did something go wrong again.

He was full of doubts, but he didn't think much about it. He planned to let Ke Song come over to take a look after the recording was finished.

Ke Song is very familiar with computers. The last time the company had a monitoring problem, this kid was proficient in operating it and recovered the video of the bug, which opened the eyes of many people in the company.

Thinking of this, Lao Qian turned around and called Ke Song, who readily agreed, and the two happily made an appointment.

After Lao Qian finished entering the data, Ke Song happened to come over. He first restarted the computer, then skillfully typed on the keyboard, and searched again. He was very busy.

Lao Qian and the others watched for a while, checked the time, and went back to their posts to do their own business.

Two hours later, Ke Song restarted the computer and returned to the normal screen state.

Lao Qian was very happy, and praised him for a while, which made Ke Song very embarrassed. He scratched his hair and grinned.

"I'm not that good, Uncle Qian, you've praised me."

Lao Qian patted him on the shoulder with a smile, returned to the topic, and asked: "Xiao Song, what's the situation with the laboratory computer, will it blue screen again?"

Ke Song thought for a moment and said, "It's a computer virus. I strengthened the protection. If it wasn't for someone maliciously breaking it, it shouldn't happen again. Just in case, back up all important data first to avoid being maliciously hacked into the computer. Hackers use it."

Lao Qian nodded and said "OK".

After solving the problem, Ke Song left the laboratory soon.

Immediately transfer the old money to the computer, back up the data first, and transfer it to a safer place.

private hospital.

Qin Ning revealed annoyance between his brows, "Ji Yingxian, let go of my hand."

Ji Yingxian clasped it tightly, frowned deeply, and said stubbornly: "Don't let go, as soon as I let go, you will immediately chase after that little boy Wen Ci."

Qin Ning: "..."

Just now it was a black lotus, but now it's just a little boy.

Seeing that Qin Ning really looked towards the door, Ji Yingxian asked with a gloomy face, "What do you like about him? Temperament or face?"

Mr. Ji sneered in his heart, let whatever he likes disappear.

Qin Ning was helpless and speechless, how could Ji Yingxian be like an elementary school chicken snatching sweets.

He tried to break free from Ji Yingxian's hand, but his fingers were intertwined and it was really hard to get rid of it. He turned to look at Wang Hai in the room.

"Wang Hai, you go out first."

Wang Hai wanted to disappear in place for a long time. He felt that he was an eyesore, so he nodded when he heard the words, and immediately exited the ward, and closed the door behind him.

When the door of the ward was closed, Qin Ning twitched her hand, "Let go, or I'll get angry."

Ji Yingxian confirmed that Qin Ning had no intention of leaving, so he let go of his hand.

Qin Ning rubbed his hands and took half a step back.

Seeing his movements, Ji Yingxian became nervous for a moment and asked, "Did I hurt you?"

He kept controlling his strength, fearing that Qin Ning would be hurt if he pinched her. The other party's skin is delicate, and a little force would easily leave marks and scratch the skin, so he paid attention to it in his heart.

Qin Ning looked up at Ji Yingxian with pure black eyes.

"No."

Ji Yingxian breathed a sigh of relief, "It's fine if it doesn't hurt, just show me."

Qin Ning didn't move, and put his hands behind his back, staring at him defensively.

Ji Yingxian was amused by his actions, "Ningning, what are you doing against me?"

Qin Ning's clean and beautiful face was exceptionally calm, "Don't touch me casually."

"I'm afraid you'll hurt, show me."

"Ji Yingxian."

Qin Ning called to stop him.

Ji Yingxian looked down at him, "What's wrong?"

Qin Ning's eyelashes drooped slightly, "Don't like me, I'm not the person you should like."

In the original book, the male protagonist will eventually get married with the official partner. Although the author did not describe the relationship between the two in a large space, at the end of the story, the two are indeed ambiguous, and the time to pierce the paper in the middle is short of time. .

Ji Yingxian likes him, how long can he like him.

Maybe it's just freshness, he is different from the beginning, which makes Ji Yingxian interested in him, and in the end, his choice will return to the plot.

When Qin Ning was deeply involved in the plot of the original novel, he didn't notice the approach of the man in front of him, and he was trapped by the other party in the corner of the balcony invisibly.

"Then tell me, who should I like?"

The man Shen Yue's voice fell into his ears unhurriedly, and every word hit the ear drum.

Qin Ning pulled away from his thoughts in an instant.

He suddenly raised his head, and bumped into his deep gray-blue eyes like the black sea, the bottom of which was scorching heat waves, so violent that it seemed that he was going to sink together with him.

Ji Yingxian put his arms on both sides of Qin Ning, put him between the wall and his arms, and then leaned over gently, the shadow of his tall body wrapped Qin Ning tightly, like an impenetrable iron net, restraining him. His every move.

Tongue against the palate, voice hoarse.

"Who do you think I should like?"

Qin Ning was flustered by his almost aggressive gaze, and couldn't help turning her head away, but her heart beat uncontrollably, and her cheeks turned red.

"...you should like the person you should like."

You should like the official match that the author of the original book planned for you, not a background board that should have been offline to receive a box lunch.

Follow the original plot and let everything return to the original point.

He was too close to the male lead, and the male lead was too close to him.

Suddenly, the jaw was pinched by the slightly rough fingertips, forcing him to raise his head.

The two lines of sight met and stuck together.

Ji Yingxian suddenly drew closer, his thin lips moved slightly, so close that he could almost kiss with his head down.

"Someone you should like?"

"Qin Ning, I think you never understood my liking."

"With me, there is no one I should like, only sincerely like, pretending to be alone, no one should fucking force me."

"I just like you, in this life, in the next life, and in the next life, you can't get rid of it!"

Qin Ning was so surprised by his confession that his eyes widened and he remained silent.

Ji Yingxian's chest rose and fell, his eyes fell on Qin Ning's surprised and beautiful face, and he approached Qin Ning.

Gently sticking to the cool and soft lips, kissed lightly, and backed away extremely reluctantly.

"say something."

He said something urgently.

Qin Ning said in a daze: "How can someone say a confession like 'I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost'."

The person who confessed his love for the first time blushed with disappointment, and said shyly, "Even if I'm a ghost, I still want to like you and pester you, to see if you dare to like some soft words."

"If you dare to like it, I'll kill him."

Qin Ning: "..."

Qin Ning was angry and funny, "How old are you? Are you still a primary school student? Childish."

He stretched out his hand to push Ji Yingxian, and the palm touched a hard and firm chest, the hot temperature seemed to scald him.

Qin Ning withdrew his hand at once, and said with an unnatural expression, "Get out of the way first."

Ji Yingxian raised his eyebrows, "You promise me first, if you don't agree, I won't let you go."

Qin Ning glared at him, "I'm angry."

Ji Yingxian saw him angry and said to himself, it's good to be angry too.

But he still changed his words: "It's okay if you don't answer, just show me."

Qin Ning deliberated between the two, and finally handed over reluctantly.

As soon as Ji Yingxian grasped it, he squeezed it in the palm of his hand, like kneading soft dough. Qin Ning pulled his hand unhappily, and he quickly clenched it again, but he was afraid that his hand would hurt Qin Ning, so he let go Some strength.

He took a closer look at Qin Ning's hand, it was white and tender, without red marks, it was very comfortable to hold, and it must be comfortable to kiss.

Then, Qin Ning's palm was kissed.

Ji Yingxian's movements were very gentle, his soft and thin lips brushed against the palm of his hand, but it was as if a tiny electric current was stirred up, and his whole body felt numb and itchy.

Qin Ning took it back, her cheeks were red hot.

He was slightly annoyed: "What are you doing?"

Ji Yingxian said seriously: "Someone once told me that if it hurts, kissing the palm of your hand can relieve it, and your soul will be soothed."

Hearing this, Qin Ning was taken aback.

Why does this sound familiar.

Seeing him stunned, Ji Yingxian's dazed expression was so cute, he couldn't help leaning over to kiss him.

So I kissed the cold bookcase.

Qin Ning slowly took down the medical documents in front of him, and glanced at him, "Don't come close to me without my permission."

Ji Yingxian let out a disappointed "Oh", but said in his heart, next time he will secretly kiss you while you are asleep.

Qin Ning was interrupted by him, and instead of continuing to ponder why that sentence was familiar, he looked at the time and prepared to go to Shuangqin.

"Ji Yingxian, do you have time, accompany me to Shuangqin."

Ji Yingxian raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Is it a date?"

Qin Ning: "..."

Qin Ning glared at him, "It doesn't count."

Ji Ying picked up the sketch paper from the round coffee table on the balcony with a smile, and asked, "Can you lend me this manuscript?"

Qin Ning asked, "What are you borrowing for?"

Ji Yingxian said: "Borrow and copy."

Qin Ning didn't want to waste time, and on the other hand, Ji Yingxian borrowed it and had to pay it back again, and this time and again, there was another entanglement.

He said: "If you want to copy it, I will give it to you, and you don't have to return it."

Ji Yingxian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Okay."

hospital.

A relative patted Wen Yi's shoulder reassuringly, "My condolences."

Wen Yi's face was gloomy and he didn't answer.

The relatives saw that they were making fun of themselves, so they laughed, walked out of the ward, and looked at Wen Ci outside the door.

He said politely, "Second Uncle."

The person known as the second uncle glanced at him coldly, said a perfunctory "Yes", and walked outside the door past Wen Ci.

Wen Ci always had a smile on his face, without any resentment.

When he stepped into the ward, he suppressed his smile and looked into the hospital bed with sad eyes.

Father Wen was too ill, his organs were gradually failing, and he could hardly hold on any longer, so the hospital called all Wen's family to see him for the last time.

I can't tell when he won't wake up.

Wen Yi was sitting on the chair beside the bed, with cloudy brows, and the atmosphere in the ward was extremely oppressive.

Apart from Wen Yi, there were several other people who stood quietly in the ward without saying a word, like dummies.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Wen Yi raised his head.

When he saw Wen Ci standing by the bed, his face sank immediately, "Who asked you to come?"

He said softly, "I've come to see my father."

"Who the hell wants you to come and pretend to be kind?"

Wen Yiteng stood up, his movements were fast and violent, and he could almost hear the "click" sound from the machine, which came from the artificial limb of his broken leg.

Wen Ci called out "Big Brother" gently.

What responded to him was a loud and shocking slap.

Wen Ci was hit to the side of the head, his lip was cut and blood was oozing.

He raised his head slowly, his left cheek was already swollen.

Wen Yi was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, "You bitch, you didn't hurt me enough, you also wanted to kill my dad! It's best to let your mother jump off the building at the beginning, you lunatic, you are as cheap as your mother!"

He grabbed Wen Ci's shoulder and roared hysterically. Compared with the quiet Wen Ci, he looked more like a lunatic.

Seeing that he was agitated, the people next to him rushed up to hug and comfort him.

President Wen was not dead yet, the two brothers were arguing in front of the hospital bed, and they were so angry that they were still alive.

Someone came to appease Wen Ci, Wen Ci responded with a wry smile, and then waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

When everyone's eyes turned to Wen Yi, his face gradually darkened, and his gaze towards Wen Yi was extremely cold.

Wen Yi fainted from his anger.

Everyone was in a hurry to find doctors and nurses, while Wen Ci sat down beside the bed slowly.

He pulled Father Wen's hand from the quilt, his movements were light and respectful.

Slowly approaching the sleeping father Wen, as if talking warm words to a patient.

Wen Ci's lips curled up, "Father, don't worry, Wen's family, Wen Yi, I will send them to accompany you one by one."

When Qin Ning and the others arrived in Shuangqin, it was not early, but it was more than two hours before they got off work.

Ke Song was waiting at the gate, holding a parasol.

The temperature in the afternoon in early summer is relatively hot, and those who are afraid of heat need to take an umbrella when traveling.

But Ke Song came to pick up Qin Ning.

Originally, Qin Ning didn't need sunshade, but his body was too weak and he was allergic to ultraviolet rays. If he was exposed to the sun for more than 10 minutes, his exposed skin would develop a rash.

Ji Yingxian didn't ask the driver to stop, and said directly: "Drive in and go around to the research building."

The driver responded and drove straight into Shuangqin.

There is no planned parking space in Shuangqin, employees' vehicles are always parked outside the company, and few cars drive in.

Qin Ning understood his kindness and did not stop him.

He returned a message with Ke Song on his mobile phone, and then looked up, the car had already parked under the research building, and there was a green shade just outside the car door.

Qin Ning got out of the car.

Ji Yingxian said: "I'll pick you up at seven o'clock."

Qin Ning was about to say no, Ji Yingxian hurriedly asked the driver to drive, pretending not to hear.

Qin Ning: "..."

He smiled helplessly, turned and walked into the research building.

the other side.

Ji Yingxian took out his mobile phone and dialed Assistant Liu's number.

"Liu Xun, find an experienced painter, I have something to ask."

Assistant Liu went to do it immediately.

Ji Yingxian hung up the call silently, took out the sealed photo frame from his bag, and placed it side by side with Qin Ning's sketch.

In the photo frame was a yellowed cartoon picture of two little people holding hands.

And Qin Ning's random sketch is a landscape sketch.

Ji Yingxian stared silently.

a gallery.

Ji Yingxian knocked on the table impatiently, "You looked at it for almost half an hour, but you didn't see anything?"

The owner of the gallery straightened his glasses and said, "Mr. Ji, don't worry, let me take a look at it first. Everyone who learns painting has their own painting habits and characteristics, and they need to find it patiently."

Ji Yingxian snorted unhappily, but stopped posting and waited patiently.

He waited for about ten minutes, got up and walked around the gallery, rolling his eyelids from time to time to glance at the paintings on the wall.

The venue of the gallery is very spacious, several white walls are covered with large and small paintings, divided into several venues, there are detailed divisions such as Chinese paintings, oil paintings, and cartoons.

Ji Yingxian didn't learn how to draw, and he didn't know much about it, but he thought the cartoon in his hand was the prettiest compared to the ones drawn by Qin Ning.

These paintings that hang on the walls are not worth a cent.

The gallery owner is painstakingly looking for similarities, completely unaware that someone who degrades the paintings here will not be as good as others, otherwise he will vomit blood on the spot.

Ji Yingxian walked another half circle, lacking interest.

He suddenly missed Qin Ning a little bit, and he couldn't help but miss him even after we separated for less than an hour.

Suddenly, Mr. Ji's eyes lit up.

He took out his phone, sent Qin Ning a WeChat message, and smiled after sending one.

It is far away from the Shuangqin Research Building.

Old Qian glanced at Qin Ning's buzzing cell phone, and said, "Xiao Qin, why don't you take a look?"

Qin Ning shook his head, picked up the phone, and switched it to silent mode.

Lao Qian was silent for a moment, and continued to explain the current research progress to Qin Ning.

Qin Ning also listened quietly.

After Lao Qian finished speaking, Qin Ning showed Lao Qian the paper he had written earlier, and after Lao Qian read it, he gave him some comments.

Then the two entered the meeting room.

Another half hour passed.

Under Ji Yingxian's attention many times, the gallery owner finally took off his glasses slowly, kneading the center of his brows, and moved slowly.

Ji Yingxian asked: "How is it?"

The owner of the gallery is a student of traditional Chinese painting, and he is used to being calm and unhurried, so he first poured Ji Yingxian a cup of herbal tea and said, "Mr. Ji, don't worry, drink a cup of tea first."

President Ji: "..."

Mr. Ji stared at him hard, picked up the tea and drank it up, put the teacup on the table with a "da", and there was a lot of movement.

The gallery owner put the two paintings side by side on the table, pointed to the lines in them, and gestured.

He said: "Mr. Ji, you can see that these two lines are going in a similar direction, especially the size and arc of the circle. Obviously, there is a great similarity."

Ji Yingxian didn't listen to anything else, only heard the word "similarity".

He stood up abruptly, stepped back with the seat, and made a harsh friction sound on the ground.

"You said that these two paintings were drawn by one person!"

The gallery owner didn't expect him to be so excited, and he was very confused for a while, but he explained: "It can't be understood in this way. The two paintings have several similarities, and they may be from the same person."

Ji Yingxian's eyes became more and more intense, with joy and surprise, extremely strong.

"but……"

The owner of the gallery added: "Or they studied under the same person, so there are many similarities in painting skills."

Hearing this, Ji Yingxian sat down thoughtfully.

He asked, "Are there any other possibilities than these two?"

The gallery owner nodded, "Don't think about it."

The corners of Ji Yingxian's mouth rose slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood. He tapped lightly on the armrest of the seat with one hand, as if he was thinking about something.

A youth who frequently appeared on snowy nights and helped him several times.

The sick and weak Qin Ning who changed silently.

He closed his eyes, and the figure and Qin Ning's face kept flashing in his mind, shaking alternately.

Ultimately, overlap.