BSI Chapter 200 The Domineering Su Zhaoxue (Subscribe)
Chapter 200 The Domineering Su Zhaoxue (Subscribe)
"Director Jiang, I will consider what you said. If it can be done, I think it will be a delightful product."
In the elevator, Song Hongli was distracted thinking about 1993. He usually sent him messages, but today he forgot because of the conversation with Jiang Qinghan.
Song Hongli hesitated whether to make it up. At this time, Jiang Qinghan suddenly leaned over and pressed him into the elevator by pressing his shoulder.
"Director Jiang?"
When Song Hongli saw Jiang Qinghan's sudden appearance, he was a little panicked at first, but then relaxed.
He leaned against the elevator and looked up at Jiang Qinghan, who was taller than him.
"Zongxi Song doesn't have a girlfriend yet?" Jiang Qinghan's voice was very soft, but it was more ambiguous than her usual words.
"What if it is? What if it is not?
Song Hongli raised his eyebrows and asked "Three One Zero". In fact, he liked Jiang Qinghan's type, capable, taciturn, capable, but humorous.
If it was before, Song Hongli could have communicated with Jiang Qinghan, but now, there is only one thought in his head, did he eat in 1993?
"It seems that President Song doesn't like me very much.
Jiang Qinghan was a little disappointed, but she still licked her own earlobe with the tip of her tongue. She was startled by Jiang Lang's behavior, and then Song Hongli felt that she was provoked a little bit.
Of course, this is not for Jiang Qinghan, but... He wants 1993 more.
"Sorry, Director Jiang, I have someone I like."
"Ok, I don't like being tough."
After the two of them finished speaking, the elevator just arrived at Song Hongli's floor. He got out of the elevator, thinking about his recent restlessness, and always had an inexplicable feeling.
The last time this happened was when he was a teenager. At that time, he just fell in love with Su Zhaoxue, and his body gradually became healthy. At that time, the object of his thoughts was Su Zhaoxue.
Even in the night dream, the dream is also that person.
It's been a long time, but it's started again recently.
Thinking of Chen Hayun's good things about Heavenly Stems, made him look uneasy for several days, Song Hongli hated it...
After returning home from get off work, Song Hongli was a little tired, especially when he thought about cooking, he felt very tired for no reason.
He simply handed over the AI chef directly, bought the ingredients, and handed them all over to the AI for processing.
"Zhaoxue, I'm back. 99
Song Hongli shouted lazily, he took off his shoes and suit jacket, stepped on the floor with his bare feet, and lay lazily on the sofa.
Hearing his voice and coming downstairs in 1993, he was used to Song Hongli being exhausted every time he came back from get off work.
In 1993, I thought about how to make Song Hongli more comfortable, and the knowledge I just learned today came in handy.
"Ali, take a rest.
1993 picked up Song Hongli and let him lean in her arms, she supported Song Hongli's back with one hand, and rubbed his head with the other hand.
How could Song Hongli think that 1993 would suddenly make such an ambiguous action, she didn't know, such a hug... usually doesn't end with that kind of thing, is it a hooligan?
Song Hongli was thinking wildly in his heart, especially when he felt 1993's hand rubbing his head for him, that feeling was very comfortable and made him drowsy, but Chen Haoyun's words flashed in his head.
Song Hongli thought, glanced at 1993, then thought about the unspeakable things, and immediately blushed into 1993's arms.
Oh, shame to death, shame to death!
He really is a perverted master.
"So, Director Jiang wants me to be your guinea pig? 35
Song Hongli arrived at the company early in the morning and was invited by Jiang Qinghan to his laboratory. The Song family has a total of 33 floors, Song Hongli's office is on the 30th floor, and the entire 29th floor is Jiang Qinghan's laboratory.
He was brought to a relatively quiet room by the other party. This room has a double-level access control. Not only does the outer door need a key, but also Jiang Qinghan's fingerprint and facial ID can be unlocked inside.
"Mr. Song doesn't need to describe himself as a poor guinea pig. Rather than a guinea pig, I think you are more like a person who enjoys it in advance. After all, I haven't even tried the sleeping capsule of the dream-making space myself."
Jiang Qinghan said something serious, Song Hongli took a deep breath after listening to it, he has never tested it as a developer... Isn't he a guinea pig?
“Is it too late for me to regret it now?”
Standing in front of the sleeping cabin with Jiang Qinghan, Song Hongli looked at the huge white object, he knew it would be very comfortable inside, but he always felt... a bit like a coffin?
President Song, don't worry, everything will be satisfied here, you really don't want to try it?"
Jiang Qinghan pointedly said, Song Hongli admitted that he was a little moved, he thought about it, since everyone came here, it's okay to try...
"Okay, let's start, I hope you can protect my little guinea pig.
Song Hongli said, took off his outer suit jacket, and lay down in the sleeping cabin. Immediately afterwards, the cabin door was closed, and two soft sponge-like threads were gently butted on his own tail finger.
Obviously closed his eyes, but an extremely novel world appeared in his head.
It's very real there, and the self inside is lying on the bed. Song Hongli doesn't know what will appear, but he believes that what he wants to achieve most is nothing more than that person.
Song Hongli got up from the bed and stretched his body lazily. He pushed open the door and walked out of the room, only to realize that there were other voices in the room, he followed the voice and looked over, and saw 1993.
To be precise, Su Zhaoxue was sitting on the sofa.
Holding a 5.3 cup of coffee in her hand, she raised her head and looked at herself. It was obviously the indifferent and aloof face in her memory, but when she looked at her, there was a hint of tenderness in her eyes.
"Waking up so late? Come here.""
Su Zhaoxue took a sip of coffee and said softly, not forgetting to brush up her long hair, which made Song Hongli especially useful.
And when he got closer, he realized that Su Zhaoxue was only wearing a loose bathrobe.
Song Hongli pursed his lips, he couldn't find the world anymore, it was because everything at the moment was too real, and he completely forgot that he was still afraid of being a guinea pig just a moment ago.
Ask for a monthly pass.