He Qingting smiled and suddenly stretched out her arms, wrapped around Meng Feifan's neck, and clamped his waist with her legs tightened!

Meng Feifan was locked directly on the bed by her.

Then she leaned into Meng Feifan's ear and said softly.

"I want me."

...

The next day, looking at He Qingting who walked into the research institute, a group of people looked at each other.

"Academician He's hair... has changed back?"

"Dye it..."

"I don't know, but do you think Academician He seems to have become younger?"

"I do feel it, but I've become pretty?"

"I thought I felt this way..."

On the other side, Meng Feifan cursed and threw the silver-white wig in his hand to the ground, and the scratches on his shoulders hurt bitterly.

"Okay, He Qingting, let's just lie to me in tears, I'll lie to me!"

"You're a hundred years old... You're a hammer, and your biological transformation is used for wig implantation and facial editing. You really have yours!"

"Wait for me, you can't get over it if you don't give birth to two fat babies!"

In the laboratory, He Qingting greeted the researchers with a smile.

The group of people felt a little confused.

Academician He seems to be in a very good mood today, his face has become much rosy, and I don’t know what a good thing has happened…

...
Chapter completed!