pampered and married

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, in the reference room in the afternoon, there is only a slight sound from the fresh air system, and the occasional sound of pages being turned, making the empty space even quieter.

Xiao Mu poked his head inside quietly, and saw Ji Rulan sitting at the desk reading materials.Her expression was as indifferent as ever, just like every person whose emotions have been drained in the laboratory.

He cleared his throat, and put the tea tray and snacks by Ji Rulan's hand.

The woman raised her head, her deep pupils were like a vast starry sky.

"Mr. Song sent it here." Xiaomu explained flatteringly.

"En." Ji Rulan nodded, picked up the poured longan and red date tea, and drank it slowly.

Seeing that Ji Rulan had no other orders, Xiao Mu walked out lightly.

He didn't dare to disturb Ji Rulan, because he could vaguely sense that Song Yi's attitude towards her was different.

Even if Song Yi didn't show any more smiles to Ji Rulan, nor did she show too much concern for her, but Xiaomu has been around Song Yi all year round, how can she not have this sensitivity?
Song Yi will not force Ji Rulan to go to the test bench, this has never happened in the past.Anyone who is captured into the laboratory must be useful, and Song Yi will not do the work of supporting idlers.

But Ji Rulan was an exception.

Ever since Xia Cheng came back, Song Yi treated her with a laissez-faire attitude.

She was bored, and he went to the laboratory to appraise the jewelry, and he had no objection;

She lazily nestled in the reference room looking through documents for several days in a row, and he let her go;
This reference room has almost become her exclusive library. As long as she is there, other scientists consciously don't come in.

Everyone here has to be approved by Song Yi to read the materials, and the time for going in and out will be fixed, but Ji Rulan made an exception for these. She stays there for an afternoon, Song Yi doesn't care, and others don't Dare to bother.

"Xiaomu."

When a woman's clear voice came, Xiao Mu stopped immediately: "Miss Ji, what's the matter?"

"Is there anyone using the kitchen later?"

Xiao Mu replied honestly: "No one will use the dinner after the master finishes. I will tell the master what Miss Ji wants to eat."

"No, just keep a fresh egg and a handful of noodles. I want to use the stove at night, so don't close the door."

Xiao Mu didn't know what Ji Rulan was going to do, but she agreed anyway.

After thinking about it, he still informed Song Yi about it.

The man stared at his eyes, rubbing his thumb and index finger playfully.

After being in the laboratory for so long, Ji Rulan has very low requirements for food and other things, she can eat whatever she wants in the cafeteria, and she never mentioned that she wants to cook by herself.

"Mr. Song, is it inappropriate?" Xiao Mu carefully observed Song Yi's face.

Song Yi pinched the center of her eyebrows, not paying much attention: "Let her do whatever she wants, it's not a big deal."

After dinner that day, Song Yi walked to the kitchen.

Ji Rulan had already turned on the stove, and the water in the pot was bubbling and steaming.

The woman's hair was tied behind her head, a few sideburns hung down her face, and a floral apron was tied around her waist. She looked like she was living at home.

She deftly put the noodles into the pot, and scooped them up with chopsticks. She knocked open an egg, and soon heard the sound of boiling water.

Song Yi couldn't hold back her curiosity, and walked in slowly.

Ji Rulan was just getting the noodles out of the pot, and when she saw Song Yi coming in, she showed a slightly surprised expression, and then regained her composure.

She guessed that Xiao Mu would tell Song Yi about her use of the kitchen.

"Didn't you have enough for dinner?" Song Yi asked.

"No." Ji Rulan held the bowl and handed it to Song Yi: "I cooked it for you."

Song Yi frowned: "Isn't it poisoned?"

Ji Rulan's voice was cold: "You don't have to eat."

After saying that, she let go, and Song Yi picked up the bowl before it dropped.

A few drops of soup splashed on the back of his hand, it was a little hot, and he ignored them.

"Why?" Song Yi put the bowl on the dining table nearby, stirring with the chopsticks.

"When I was young, every birthday, my dad would cook me a bowl of noodles." Ji Rulan opened and closed her lips, still not showing much emotion.

Song Yi tightened her grip on the chopsticks, and looked up at Ji Rulan's dull expression: "How do you know?" Today is his birthday.

"I saw it in the archives in the reference room."

Song Yi casually tapped the bowl with his chopsticks: "What do you mean?"

No matter what.

He wouldn't naively think that if he forced her, she would fall in love with him.

"It's not interesting." Ji Rulan looked out the window indifferently, "To please you, and to make my life in the laboratory more comfortable in the future."

Song Yi's eyes froze, and the hand that hit the chopsticks stopped.

Ji Rulan turned her head, and raised her lips gracefully: "Since you didn't report your expectation to go out, just try to make your life better, can't you?"

Quite the idea of ​​settling down.

Song Yi curled her lips mockingly, but was unconsciously pleased by her words.

He bowed his head and ate the noodles.

The saltiness is just right, and the soup is also hot.

The lack of human touch in the laboratory seems to be stronger because of this bowl of noodles.

"By the way, you've eaten. If you can't finish it, you don't have to finish it." Ji Rulan sat down beside him, resting her head on her elbows.

"Eat it." He forced himself to stare at the noodles instead of her.

Looking at her, you will fall unconsciously.

With a mouthful of soup in his mouth, Song Yi laughed at himself.

No matter how hard you try to make it into steel, it still can't beat the challenge of a bowl of noodles.

In the end, there was not even a drop of soup left in the bowl.

Ji Rulan didn't pay attention to Song Yi anymore, she lowered her head and looked at the documents in front of her while he was eating noodles.

Song Yi took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and glanced at her from the corner of her eye: "You're quite courageous."

"Huh?" Ji Rulan raised her head, her broken hair was carried by the wind.

"Who allowed you to bring out the documents from the reference room?" He pressed the paper on the table with his slender fingers, staring at her pupils with a dangerous light, "test my bottom line, huh?"

Ji Rulan did have such thoughts, and he looked a little panicked at this moment: "If you are not happy, I will put it back."

She stood up as she spoke, without dragging her feet.

Song Yi clasped her wrist and brought her back.

Ji Rulan staggered a few steps and fell down on the stool. Her hand was grabbed by him and she couldn't pull it back. She didn't dare to force it, so she could only look at him in fear.

Her watery eyes move slightly, like ripples on the surface of a lake being blown by the wind, and every ripple is like a thin finger, shaking Song Yi's heartstrings.

I have to say that the bowl of noodles is really effective.

With a hoarse voice, his black pupils swept across her thin lips.

Holding the document in her arms with one hand, he casually glanced at it.

Signature: Doc.Yin
It was the scientist who fled back then.

"You're interested in his research? Didn't you say it was worthless in front of that trash?"

"Well, but now I've changed my mind." Ji Rulan mustered up her courage, "I'm curious, how he decomposed the strange medicine, and injected four strange stones."

"Really?" Song Yi sneered, "but there is no such information in the data. When Dr. Yin disassembled it, it was carried out secretly, and it was impossible to keep it in the data room. Amethyst that fell."