No wonder.

Ren Qian looked out the car window and said in a distant voice, "You can contact Dr. Gao's teaching assistant tomorrow. I hope he doesn't see us."

The Secretary-General is not sure whether Dr. Gao saw it.

If Dr. Gao knew that they had seen each other in such a miserable state, their friendship would be unknown.

"Let's see," Ren Qian sighed, remembering another thing, "Why did Shao Rong suddenly ask for leave? He didn't even have time to meet Dr. Gao with me today."

"He went home," the secretary-general lowered his head and flipped through the itinerary on the notepad, "Mr. Ji said he would pick up Miss Wanxuan to visit her grandfather."

Hearing this, Ren Qian did not express any opinion.

He didn't know much about the Ji family. The Ji family had only appeared once at his daughter's wedding. He only cared about one thing: "Why go back at this point?"

In the past, I would only go back during the holidays.

Ji Shaorong is also an intellectual. He originally thought that he could communicate with Dr. Gao by bringing him here, but he didn't know that he would take leave today.

Ren Qian was already dissatisfied with him, but now his expression became even more indifferent.

"I think I heard that a niece is back."

"Yeah." Ren Qian stopped asking. He was not interested in the Ji family's affairs.

The Ji family is too ordinary in their eyes.

The secretary-general smiled.

When Ren Jiawei, the only daughter of the Ren family, fell in love with Ji Shaorong, a poor boy, no one from the top to the bottom of the Ren family agreed. The difference in status was too big.

However, twenty years have passed, and the Ji family has been fulfilling its duties.

No one in the entire Xiangcheng even knew that Ji Shaorong, an ordinary poor boy from Qingshui Street, had successfully married into the Ren family.

Low-key and peaceful.

There is no fighting or grabbing, but there is no sense of existence.

**

Jiang He's side.

He squatted on the side of the road.

Jiang Fuli responded very quickly to the message: [Picture.JPG]

There is only one picture.

Jiang He clicked on——

The cover of a Jiangjing University physics book that someone participated in writing.

"..."

When Bai Qian came back, she saw the blue fluorescent three-dimensional image displayed on Jiang He's watch, and handed the milk tea to Jiang He: "What is it?"

Jiang He couldn't hold the extra large cup she bought with one hand, so he held it with both hands.

Bai Xian lowered his eyebrows and saw the cover of a book...

"Physics of Jiangjing University".

"This book," Jiang He said slowly, with a reluctant expression, "it's quite amazing."

Bai Xian nodded and took out his cell phone to take a photo of the cover, but when he turned on the camera, he couldn't see the picture on the child's watch.

What kind of black technology is this??

The two were silent for a few seconds, and then added WeChat.

Jiang He finally has a seventh person on his phone.

The two of them sat on the side of the road, staring at the passing cars.

"It's really amazing." Bai Qian put his hands on his knees, his fingertips touching his knees slowly, and his other long leg was bent casually: "I looked at the vehicle's electrical system, and the book said that the magnetic field energy of its rotor can be generated after it is powered on.

Let the stator generate alternating current, but it's still magical..."

Bai Zian is interested in everything modern. She can imagine her electrical system when she closes her eyes.

But she doesn't know why.

In the past two days, after studying every day, the two of them sat on the side of the road and watched the cars.

Jiang He held the milk tea and tilted his head to look at her.

"Okay," Bai Qian glanced at WeChat. Grandpa asked her when she would go back. She inserted the straw into Jiang He's milk tea, stood up and patted his head, "I'm going back, see you tomorrow."

She took the No. 12 bus.

Jiang He squatted on the spot, drinking milk tea with both hands, looking up at the No. 12 bus as it staggered away.

A car stopped silently in front of him.

The car door opened, and the short-haired man got out of the driver's seat. Jiang He climbed into the back seat, and while the man fastened his seat belt, he said, "Uncle Ming."

Ming Dongheng didn't expect that he would take the initiative to speak. His tough guy face couldn't show any gentleness: "What's wrong?"

Jiang He said slowly: "Can I go back with Sister Bai?"

Ming Dongheng: "?"

His face was expressionless: "...I will ask the young master for you."

The problem is, taking you back will scare her parents to death, right?

She was kind enough to take you to play. Why do you want to retaliate?

**

Qingshui Street, Ji Heng's house.

A middle-aged man stood in the yard, looking down at the brown simple embroidery stand.

"Dad, you've been watching for half an hour." The girl in Xiangcheng Middle School uniform sitting at the stone table was playing with her mobile phone, very bored, "When will we go home?"

The man was wearing a black suit. Hearing this, he did not look back and said, "Wait until your cousin comes back."

"Am I just a cousin?" Ren Wanxuan was surprised.

She has only been to the Ji family a few times since she was a child, and she doesn't know much about the Ji family, but she remembers that she only has one uncle and one cousin.

"Well, you still have an aunt." Ji Shaorong said concisely.

The two were talking.

Ji Heng came out and brought a small gift box to Ren Wanxuan.

"Thank you, grandpa." Ren Wanxuan smiled sweetly, reached out to take the gift box, and then placed it on the stone table.

But he didn't care in his heart.

Her daily necessities are all customized by the Ren family. As the only daughter of the Ren family, every piece of clothing is customized by a well-known brand, but Ji Heng has to make clothes for her every time she comes here.

Ren Wanxuan naturally disliked it. Her mother had people put the clothes in the warehouse when she got them back, and she never wore them once.

"Still no news from my little sister?" Ji Shaorong looked away from the embroidery stand.

Frowning, he didn't know much about Ji Mulan. She had been arrogant since she was young and didn't get along well with him.

Ji Heng picked up the cigarette bag and said, "No."

"I heard from eldest brother that her daughter is going to be transferred here?" Ji Shaorong stopped asking Ji Mulan about this.

"..."

Ren Wanxuan listened to the conversation between the two and got a general idea.

This relative is two years older than her and is now a senior in high school.

She listened a little and didn't care. She picked up the phone and chatted with her friend for a while, then raised her eyebrows——

[Senior brother, tell me... will she want to turn around after hearing that my grandfather is Ren Qian? 】

she asked while typing.

Go to bed early after reading this, good night~
Chapter completed!