Ren Zixian was sitting in the tea room, and the project manager in front of her was eloquently pointing to the contract to persuade her.
"Ms. Ren, as long as you authorize us to use your research for medicine, feel free to ask for anything." The manager wiped his cold sweat and made a desperate attempt to retain her.
But Ren Zixian was obviously absent-minded, stroking the red agate beads on his hand with his slender fingers. His attention was obviously not on the contract, and his eyes missed the bamboo curtain from time to time to look at the man sitting next door.
Lin Qingsong has a good skin, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a tall and straight posture. As soon as he put on the suit, many little girls looked shyly at him.
Ren Zixian chuckled. What could be more embarrassing than meeting his sponsor when he came out?
At this time, Lin Qingsong had a smile on his face and was talking eloquently, but he obviously hadn't seen her yet.
It was time to leave first. Ren Zixian stood up and said, "I don't think there's any need to talk."
The person opposite felt a thump in his heart, and he stood up in fear and wanted to say something else. Unexpectedly, Ren Zixian continued: "Let's just settle it. I will go to your company to sign the contract on Monday."
The collaborator was overjoyed after being stunned. He had already given up hope, but he didn't expect Ren Zixian to agree so easily. He quickly responded with a few flattering words, stood up, and saw Ren Zixian off attentively.
Lin Qingsong was smiling and talking to the person in front of him, or he raised his eyes with emotion, just in time to meet Ren Zixian's gaze.
Ren Zixian clearly saw the surprise in his eyes. He glanced at Lin Qingsong with a smile and raised his eyebrows, then turned and left.
It seemed like a casual glance, but the flow of eyes made Lin Qingsong's heart move.
Ding dong, a text message was sent to Lin Qingsong's mobile phone.
[Ren Zixian: Are you coming tonight? 】
Fairy, Lin Qingsong smiled secretly.
…
Ren Zixian woke up from her daze and moved her weak arms. The pain spread as she woke up.
Lin Qingsong came to her residence after a long absence and stayed up late.
As if he had said something else, Ren Zixi sat up and rubbed his slightly aching waist, slowly dressed and washed himself.
Before she could decide what to make for breakfast, there was a knock on the door.
It was Lin Qingsong’s assistant Wang Qi who came.
"Mr. Lin asked me to help you move." Wang Qi got straight to the point.
Ah, by the way, Lin Qingsong asked her to move to his villa last night.
Wang Qi looked at the woman in front of him. Everyone said that her almond-shaped eyes were clean and clear, and she looked at people with passionate eyes, which always made people feel charming.
But Ren Zixian always seemed to be separated by a thin layer of ice, hiding the spring water in his eyes.
"Sorry," Ren Zixian's voice seemed to be filled with the gentle moisture of Jiangnan, "I haven't cleaned up yet, please wait a moment."
Wang Qi unconsciously lowered his voice: "Mr. Lin said you don't need to bring anything, we will prepare it for you."
"There is still a lot of information to be sorted out." Ren Zixian politely invited Wang Qi to come in and sit down, and even made him a cup of tea: "I'll be fine soon."
Wang Qi drank tea and looked at this woman carefully. She had been with Mr. Lin for nearly two years, but she was as slender, thin, gentle and polite as the first time they met.
As Lin Qingsong's life secretary, Wang Qi has seen all kinds of women supported by Lin Qingshan. Some of them have become arrogant and domineering, and some have become worried about gains and losses.
But Ren Zixian didn't change in any way because of Lin Qingsong.
Perhaps Lin Qingsong asked Ren Zixian to move to his private residence on a whim, but no matter what, this was an opportunity.
If Ren Zixian seizes the opportunity, he might actually become Mrs. Lin.
Ren Zixian packed up her calligraphy and painting materials in the study room, carefully organizing them one by one and writing labels on them.
He seems busy but there is no trace of panic, and everything he does is pleasing to the eye.
For people like Ren Zixian, who is doing research on cultural relic restoration at Yida, what kind of experimental materials are required and how much experimental funds are approved are all matters that Mr. Lin can say.
But Ren Zixian only focused on her information, as if he didn't know that she was the one who could make her rise to the top.
While Wang Qi was thinking wildly, the sofa moved, and a long white-haired puppy jumped up to his side and looked at him curiously.
"What's the name of this puppy? How old is it? It's so cute." Wang Qi stretched out his hand to the puppy to smell it, and the puppy licked his fingers docilely and enthusiastically.
"Thank you. My name is Xiaogui. I'm four years old." Ren Zixian answered in a serious manner, like a science student.
"Kid?"
Ren Zixian shook his head: "The emperor uses nine cauldrons and eight guis, the princes use seven cauldrons and six guis, the officials use five cauldrons and four guis, and the Yuan officials use three cauldrons and two guis. The gui is both a sacrificial vessel and a food vessel."
"Um," Wang Qi joked, "Wouldn't it make you panic if you put a sacrificial vessel at home? What if it really attracts ghosts?"
Ren Zixian wiped his hands, walked over and touched Xiao Gui's head, and said softly: "It would be good if you can attract the ghost you want to see."
Perhaps what Ren Zixian said was so chilling that Wang Qi didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"I have a lot of information, so I'm sorry to trouble you." Ren Zixian reached out and picked up Xiao Gui and left the house where she had lived for four years.
There were very few clothes in Ren Zixian's luggage, but four large boxes of tea sets were carefully packed.
When Ren Zixian arrived at his new residence, Lin Qingsong's message happened to be sent.
【14:03 pm】
[Lin Qingsong: Are you satisfied with your new home? 】
[Ren Zixian: It’s okay. 】
Then it took a long time to clean up, but Lin Qingsong didn't reply to her message.
Ren Zixian sent another message.
【17:43 pm】
[Ren Zixian: I’m making abalone porridge. 】
[Ren Zixian: Do you want to come for a drink? 】
Wang Qi helped Ren Zixian clean up. Lin Qingsong personally asked him to help with the move, so he didn't dare not do his best.
"Why do you have so much information on microorganisms?"
Ren Zixian looked over and replied: "Before I transferred to graduate school, I studied microbiology at Tokyo University."
"Awesome, I heard that the microbiology department in Fengjing is very difficult." Wang Qi was in awe, "Then if you are switching to archeology now, is it considered a science major or a liberal arts major? Can you keep up?"
"I have a professor to help me, so it's okay." Ren Zixian also said a few more words, "But it's still quite difficult to keep up with the progress."
Archeology is an overly idealistic profession, so idealistic that no way forward can be seen.
There is no support except the noble word 'dream'.
At this time, Lin Qingsong called: "You want to frame me for making abalone porridge? Who made you unhappy?"
The tone was relaxed and joking, and he didn't sound angry. However, Wang Qi's scalp tightened when he heard it.
Ren Zixian was confused at first, but after seeing Wang Qi's sudden change in expression, he remembered that she was confused and Lin Qingsong was allergic to seafood.
"It's nothing, Xiao Gui is just not used to moving."
Ren Zixian lied softly in his voice, and before he breathed out, he sounded like he was coquettishly speaking.
Lin Qingsong tugged on his tie, chuckled and said, "Then I can bring him some snacks, can I coax him?"
They say they are coaxing Xiao Gui, but they are actually coaxing Ren Zixiao.
"Then I'll make whatever you want to eat tonight."
"Not sure," Lin Qingsong replied, "I don't have to go to your place. You don't have to wait for me."
After that, he hung up the phone. It looked like he was really busy.
Ren Zixian locked the screen, turned around and asked Wang Qi the same sentence: "Are you eating here? I'll do it."
How dare Wang Qi treat him the same as Mr. Lin, so he left quickly.
…
At ten o'clock in the evening, Lin Qingsong, who said "not necessarily", still opened Ren Zixian's door.
Ren Zixian, who was sleeping soundly, was pushed upright, and his wrist hanging down by the bed was taken back and wrapped in a big hand.
"Asleep?" Lin Qingsong lowered his voice.
Ren Zixian snorted softly, sat up and fumbled to turn on the light, but was held back by Lin Qingsong.
A delicate kiss fell on the side of her neck, and Ren Zixian whispered softly: "Don't make trouble, have you eaten?"
"You can go to sleep, I'll just make some myself." Seeing how sleepy she was, Lin Qingsong sat up.
I didn't sleep well last night, and I moved today, so I should be very tired by now.
However, Ren Zixian also stood up, his eyelids drooping in confusion, and he yawned.
Lin Qingsong couldn't help but pull her over and kiss her deeply.
Ren Zixian didn't struggle. Instead, he put his arms around him and devoted himself to the contact.
Her eyes gradually became clearer, and her eyes became as hot as if they were on fire.
Her soft body nestled trustingly in Lin Qingsong's arms, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Ren Zixian bit his lips and licked them seductively.
There was such strong and straightforward love in his eyes that Lin Qingsong couldn't help but feel frightened.
The way Ren Zixian looked at him was so similar.
The breath spread between his lips and teeth, and Ren Zixian reached out to cover his eyes.
After the kiss ended, Lin Qingsong was already moved and took her hand off: "Why don't you let me look at you every time?"
"I don't want you to see it." Ren Zixian snorted, his tone was so soft, "I made food, do you want to eat it now?"
Sure enough, there were still warm meals in the restaurant, including braised tenderloin, crispy tenderloin and a few side dishes, which looked untouched.
"Didn't you say you might not come?" Lin Qingsong looked at Ren Zixian wearing pajamas and bringing him dishes and chopsticks, "Have you eaten yet?"
Ren Zixian shook his head: "I'll wait for you to come back."
Lin Qingsong devoured the home-cooked food made by Ren Zixian. It was not a delicacy, but it was enough to make him want to eat.
Before the meal was finished, Mr. Lin was called away by phone.
Liulifang is a bar invested by Lin Qingsong and Xiao Suye, and we always have dinner parties here.
"You're fine now. Uncle and aunt don't care about you. You can play whatever you want outside." Su Ye was slightly envious. "I'm in a bad situation. I had a fight with my dad over this bar the day before yesterday."
"Who asked you to open a bar? If you do anything else, no one will say anything to you." The person who spoke was Tang Wan, a young girl who grew up with the two of them.
"Is Lin Gou doing serious things?" Su Ye slapped the table, "Who is a serious person who keeps having lovers outside? I heard that he put all his people in the villa in Jinhai. That's really a hidden beauty in a golden house. Got it!"
"Tell me, next time we see that little lover, do we have to call her sister-in-law instead?" Su Ye winked.
"It's just for fun, I don't intend to take it seriously." Lin Qing let go of Jinkou, "It's just convenient here."
"Then the people you supported in the past all looked like Jian Fangshu, but this one looks different..." Lin Qingsong glanced at him lightly, and Su Ye's voice stopped abruptly.
