"Then how to recover?"
"Recovery is very simple. After one injection, the appearance can only last three months, and then it will automatically return to its original shape within a month."
"What if the task is not completed in three months?"
"Then just one more shot."
"That's not bad."
What Ai Ting was thinking about at this moment was whether she could transplant a little bit of Suzaku's beauty to her face. But after thinking about it, she didn't want to become like Suzaku.
Let Meng Fei try it first.
"Have the drugs like yours that came out of the handicraft workshop passed human trials? What if they are disfigured?"
Meng Fei questioned crazily.
"I often use it myself. Even if it's disfigured, you can repair it yourself."
Suzaku understands Meng Fei's superpower very well.
"Hey, wait, why do we need to inject now?"
"It takes about a week for cells to divide and change their appearance. A charter flight from the Nautilus Institute will come to pick you up on January 7th. Isn't it just in time for today's injection?"
"Let's think about it again!"
"How can I have time to think about it again?"
Meng Fei fled back in panic.
But as soon as he turned around, he saw that the lava spurting out from nowhere had turned into a large lake surrounding him, and the half-square-meter floor under his feet became his only foothold.
The hot air surrounded him, and a pair of gentle flame hands came from behind him and hugged him. Moved? Don't dare to move.
One hand stroked his chest to calm his inner emotions, and the other hand held a bright red syringe and injected it into his cheek.
The stinging pain was like lightning, with countless branches extending from the injection site to the facial nerves in all directions.
In Ai Ting's opinion, Meng Fei seemed to be enjoying himself. He leaned back obediently in Suzaku's arms, and Suzaku completed the injection on him with the skill of a nurse.
Feeling extremely uncomfortable, she couldn't help biting her red lips and leaving a deep mark.
…
On January 7, around 9:30 in the morning, Qingmei University Graduate Apartment.
A woman wearing a white down jacket, black trousers, and flat sneakers walked into the corridor on the ninth floor, pulling a purple suitcase.
When she arrived at the door of 902, she put the box upright next to her, then took out the key from her pocket and opened the door.
When she walked into the room, it was pretty much what she expected. The furnishings in the room were almost unchanged from before she left.
She walked to the mirror on the sink, straightened her face, hair, and applied some lipstick.
On her fair face, her carefully painted red lips were as bright as red plums in the snow. A few strands of brown-dyed hair fall just right from her forehead, like traces of wind blowing.
She smiled confidently with satisfaction.
Objectively speaking, if you break it down, her eyes, skin color, eyebrows, hair, nose or red lips are all impeccable. But when put together, there is a problem.
The distance between the eyes seems a bit wider, beyond the range of three. And the nose seems to be a little lower.
In fact, if she hadn't taken care of her hair very seriously and tried her best to decorate it, as an ordinary and above-average woman, she would at least have the appearance of a seven.
But because every part is taken care of so perfectly, the shortcomings are infinitely magnified, and people who look at her just fall into the "uncanny valley".
Fortunately, she couldn't feel it herself. In the mirror, she always sees those impeccable parts, the perfect woman.
What's more, many women's beauty and IQ are inversely proportional, but for her, they are absolutely directly proportional or even directly proportional to the square.
Her name is Mi Rong, one of the hottest young scientists in the field of artificial intelligence research.
Almost every one of her papers ranks among the top ten in the industry. Although she was always the second author on those papers.
I can't understand why such a woman with almost perfect beauty and intelligence can marry anyone at will? This is her biggest question about herself.
Moreover, she has been living in this apartment in a daze for more than a year with a man whom she is now annoyed by.
Zhang Feng has a dull personality
Neat, lazy, and his mind moves slower than a snail. Perhaps the only thing he deserves credit for is his amazing luck in conducting experiments.
Others need to experiment hundreds of times to find shortcuts to success, but he always gets it right the first time and never fails.
But what the hell is luck?
It is her life goal to go to the Nautilus Research Institute and win the Laurel Prize. As Zhang Feng's wife, she could go to the Nautilus Research Institute, but that was just to accompany her.
It was humiliating for her to study with her. She is independent of the world and has never been someone else's accessory. So she desperately filed for divorce.
This desperate attempt successfully proved his worth. The Nautilus Institute actually sent her an invitation. This is not an accompanying study, but a real invitation to study!
It has been three months since I left this house. She came back this time to pack up some things she had left behind before.
Zhang Feng had already packed up and left. She didn't want to be in the same room with this man anymore, so she deliberately waited for him to leave before coming.
Although they are going to the Nautilus Research Institute, in theory, this is just a "student exchange" between the Intelligence Institute of Qingmei University and the Nautilus Research Institute.
Their apartment will be reserved for them until they complete their research projects and obtain their PhDs, and then move back in to add to Ome University's academic achievements.
But this is actually impossible. Why come back when you can go to Xizhou?
"We have to divide things,
“Tomorrow doesn’t matter anymore.
"The clothes left at home,
"Come and take it back when you have time."
While recalling the unbearable past, humming sad songs, and taking out a few old clothes from the closet and putting them into the suitcase, Mi Rong felt particularly at ease.
Just when she looked around the room, she seemed to smell a strange smell. What feeling made her so uncomfortable?
In the past, Zhang Feng was too lazy to cook, so there were always several boxes of instant noodles in the room. How come it is so clean now that there is not even an empty cardboard box?
And the bed...he's an organized guy. But he would never be so careful. Before leaving, he made the bed clean and turned the sheets over, carefully covering them to prevent dust.
It was as if they were just traveling for a while and would come back to live in a few months.
The tabletop, floor, and behind the door were all extremely clean and tidy, cleaner than she had ever cleaned them herself. Zhang Fengfeng tidies up, but never scrubs!
The biggest flaw is that there are red roses in the vase on the dining table, or are they fresh flowers? Even if I kill him, he won’t take the initiative to buy flowers!
woman! The feeling that made her extremely uncomfortable came from the traces left by another woman who once lived here.
What's going on, I'm working so hard on the divorce case, but you let the mistress move into your house and have fun every day?
It was true that she wanted to divorce Zhang Feng, but it was really despicable and shameless for another woman to take advantage of the situation. These women will do any disgusting thing just to be able to go abroad.
Although she was extremely nauseated, she suppressed the urge to become furious. There is not much time until the charter flight takes off. If she missed her flight, she would have to buy her own ticket to Rosemary City.
I looked at my watch and saw that the special car I had arranged long ago should have arrived at the entrance of Qingmei University. After hastily packing her suitcase, she slammed the door angrily and left.
