The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

sunset.

The grass was warmed by the sun, and a large carpet was spread on the ground. The golden sun shone on it, and the heat slowly began to warm—summer was coming before I knew it.

After half an hour of rehabilitation exercise, Qiao Zhi's face was covered with sweat, and they sat on the carpet side by side, and Li Kun helped him wipe the sweat off his face.

"Have you read the latest issue of the journal? There is a very bizarre report on it, it's about brain science, almost close to the Arabian Nights..."

"Did you mean the article about the special channels of brain protein molecules?"

"Yes, this is it."

"Ha, I'm also very interested..."

"I think there is something wrong with the molecular channel theory. It's very mysterious. It's completely close to the study of soul theory. However, the supporting evidence is not enough. It can be said that it is entirely based on imagination. I don't think it is rigorous..."

"I think it is understandable. I have read three related papers. If the experiment is really successful, it may be the ultimate ideal of mankind..."

"Don't say that the intermediate ideal of human beings is so far away, I only know my ultimate ideal..."

"What is your ultimate ideal?"

"Wake up on a big bed of [-] square meters, with tens of thousands of maids..."

Mu Qiaozhi's eyes widened and he laughed.

She also laughed.

……

Mrs. Mu turned to look at Mr. Mu, "Look at these two people, alas, I really don't know what to say..."

Mr. Mu was also thoughtful.

The two chatted and laughed happily at first, and then argued fiercely. After the argument, Li Kun seemed to be angry and blushed and said a few words. He was in a mess, she pushed him backhanded, and the two of them fell on the grass together...

Laughter, spread far, far.

When playing games, the two laughed;

When discussing academic issues, the two also laughed;

The two of them seemed to be an independent world, forming a whole of their own, and no other outsiders could get in.

Even if they are as close as their parents, they can't blend in at all.

"Tell me, why does your son never smile like this when he is with Yueming?"

The old man couldn't answer.

When the two were together, they had never talked and laughed like this, and they were so intimate.

Jiang Yueming is so beautiful, so understanding, and so flattering, but why are the two of them still out of tune?

"Not only Yueming, but my son never laughed like this when he was with us! Even when he was not injured, he never laughed so freely."

Mrs. Mu was a little dazed, with a sour heart: "We only have this one son, and we believe that we have devoted all our efforts to him, but why has he never been so happy in front of us?"

The old man couldn't answer at all.

"In the past few days, my son's temper has been extremely bad. No matter who he meets, he will keep a straight face. No matter what kind of big person comes to visit, he will ignore him. But, look at him now, he is not serious today. Face off, laughing all the time, you think, is it really that ridiculous?"

"That's because she knows him."

"learn?"

"Yes. Didn't you find out? No matter what we brought home, it didn't suit our son's wishes; but what Li Kun brought was what he needed urgently. We didn't understand what our son really wanted. After so many years, Likun is the only one who can deal with him, and he will do that."