After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor

  Chapter 259 Literary Masters and Headmaster VIPs (34)

  There are two sterile laboratories inside and outside.

  Through the large glass window, Si Qing saw Wen Ni washing his hands in the outbuilding.

  Wen Ni is the woman in the photo.

   is also his woman.

  At this time, she was wearing the same light blue sterile clothes as in the photo, and her tall and good figure was faintly visible.

  Different from the photo, she has curly hair high up and she wears goggles on her face. She is very professional.

  The transparent water column passed between her slender fingers, Si Qing didn't know what to think of, and the corners of his lips slowly conjured up a smile.

  It's pretty bad.

  The glass windows in the laboratory are very thick, and the sound insulation effect is very good, and the speech is inaudible.

  Si Qing raised his hand and slowly tapped on the window a few times.

  At first glance, there is no pattern, but when you listen carefully, you can find that every time you tap, the interval from the previous one is different. There are long and short.

  In the laboratory, a very light and muffled sound can be heard.

  Wen Ni air-dried her fingers unhurriedly, straightened up, and looked at Si Qing.

  Looking at him knocking on the window again and again, after a while, he seemed to understand something, then he chuckled, went into the back room and said a few words to his men, and then left the laboratory.

   walked to Si Qing, stopped, took off the goggles, and drew out the clip holding the hair. The curly linen hair fell like a waterfall.

   Before Si Qing could speak, she directly asked: "Are you going back to China? How long?"

  Si Qing looked clear, turned and leaned on the glass behind him, took her around her waist, and led her to his side.

The faint fragrance of shampoo came to her face, he placed a bite on her earlobe, and then admired the style of a woman who was close at hand but still zero flaws: "I don’t know, for a few days, weeks, etc. possible."

  Wen Ni glanced at him, stretched his hands behind his back, and wrapped his arms around the man’s waist: "Why not sell it to the locals?"

  Si Qing pondered for a moment: "Locals? Aristocrats with pretentious expressions, face is more beautiful than lining, they can't afford the price I want."

  He curled the woman's hair with his fingers: "Bo Yunli is different. You don't know how much money that stinky boy has."

   There was a sly in Wen Ni's eyes, as if he was teasing intentionally: "Bo Yunli, I remember... a handsome man."

   "Huh?" Si Qing clicked, and then his eyes were locked tightly with Wen Ni, as if she was about to swallow her in the next second.

  He raised his hand and squeezed the woman's chin, his fingertips pressed slightly: "Baby, what did you just say?"

  The sound of the door opening next to him sounded again.

  Wen Ni’s assistant came out from the inside and caught a glimpse of the "Siamese Babies" leaning on the glass and entangled in them. He had already seen no surprises, his face was not red and heartbeat, and he directly handed over the information in his hand.

  "Director Wen, this is the information you want. The work for the next month has been arranged."

  Si Qing raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "One month's work? You have to go too? Where are you going?"

  Wen Ni broke away from his arms, took the information, took off his coat, handed it to the assistant very skillfully, and walked out.

   "No," Si Qing straightened up and looked at Wen Ni's back: "Baby, I want to ask you something."

  Wen Ni chuckled and turned back: "I will accompany you back to China."

  She speaks very casually, but in her eyes, she has the ultimate tenderness and tenderness.

  Si Qing was taken aback, then lowered his head and smiled...

  ——(°°)——

  Kyoto No. 1 High School.

  Time soon arrived on Saturday, morning.

  Today is a rest day. The mobilization meeting will start at 1:30 pm, and each class will notify the students to assemble at the school at noon.

  The campus at this moment, as if it hasn't awakened yet, is extremely quiet.

Principal's office.

  Principal Jiang is sitting in his seat, tidying up his appearance, his expression is solemn and a little nervous.

  The senior year mobilization meeting is held every year, and President Jiang has participated in many sessions, so he will not be nervous about this in the slightest.

  What makes him nervous is the upcoming guest.

Liu Bi has already made preparations for the afternoon meeting. At this moment, seeing President Jiang attaching such importance, he couldn't help but ask: "Principal, you said that the distinguished guest who came to the meeting to give a speech came because of Bai Yuqiao's face? Who is it? So mysterious."

  Principal Jiang was so nervous that even his smile was a little stiff: "Ah, anyway, people will be here in a while, and I'm not afraid that you know now that it is Bai Yuqiao's grandfather, Zhang Qingfeng, and Mr. Zhang."

   Liu Bi was familiar with the name, but suddenly he couldn't react.

   was trying to think back, knocking on the door.

  The moment he looked up at the door, the principal’s secretary had already invited someone.

  This person is tall, thin, straight, energetic, and dressed in a dark gown with gold glasses on his face. At first glance, he is a master of Hongru scholarship.

  When Liu Bi saw his face clearly, he was immediately shocked and confronted him with Zhang Qingfeng.

  Zhang Qingfeng, a well-known figure in Baidu Encyclopedia, a master of Chinese literature, the youngest and longest-serving principal of National Tsing Hua University.

   21 years old, received a bachelor's degree abroad. Later, when he heard that his father forced his wife to die, he returned to China, buried his wife, brought his son Zhang Tugen back to his side, and settled in Kyoto.

  He is talented and academically rigorous. At the age of 24, he served as a professor of literature and architecture at National Tsing Hua University and a professor of political science at Peking University.

  27 years old, he became the youngest principal of National Tsing Hua University. After taking office, the first thing he did was to use donations from friends to the school, set about building a medical building for the school, and introduced many of the most advanced overseas scientific research equipment.

  The design drawings of the building were drawn by him himself.

  Who knows, one and a half years later, the building was completed, and others said that donors should be invited to cut the ribbon, but he was depressed and said that he would never invite it again.

  Later, he named the building Aiye Building.

  The Department of Medicine at National Tsing Hua University is naturally called the "Department of Aiye Medicine".

The name    is very inconsistent with Zhang Qingfeng’s usual unsmiling character and the solemn identity of the principal.

  But when he gave an order, no one dared to object.

  Middle-aged women at the age of Liu Bi are familiar with the name Zhang Qingfeng, have read prose poems written by him, and posted pictures of him on the bedside.

  In other words, Zhang Qingfeng is the dream lover of Liu Bi's generation.

  She rubbed Xiao Chuan's hands with some excitement, staring at Zhang Qingfeng's old but still handsome face in a daze.

Principal Jiang got up enthusiastically, walked out from behind the desk, took three steps in two steps, walked to the front, and shook hands with Zhang Qingfeng with a smile on his face: "Principal Zhang, I have missed a long way to welcome you. I didn’t expect you to arrange time so quickly. Zhongneng invites you to give a speech, it is really brilliant."

  Zhang Qingfeng nodded slightly, his every move was like Qingfeng Songbai: "You are welcome."

  The two sat down on the sofa, and Zhang Qingfeng was straightforward when he came up: "Principal Jiang, this time, there is one more thing besides giving a speech."

  Principal Jiang listened with great respect: "Please speak."

  Zhang Qingfeng slowly said: "I fell in love with a student from your school..."

  　3, 4 more~

  　　 My dears, do you still remember the Aiye Department of Medicine that has been laid for a long time~~~

  　　 Lao Zhang personally drew the drawings and built the building. Unexpectedly, the building was completed, but the white moonlight was fragrant.

  　　 also: I donated money to build a building, I have to take the hard-core college entrance examination?

  　　 The simplest question: Which student in the First Middle School did Principal Zhang favor?

  (End of this chapter)