In fact, it is not difficult to understand Sister Meng's mood.

When I'm old, I don't have the courage to get a divorce and start over. On the other hand, I probably don't want to drag Meng Zezhi too much. He Zhenli is useless. Under such circumstances, how could the He family easily let go of the Meng family's treasure mountain.

As Sister Meng said, the barefooted are not afraid of wearing shoes. If the He family really wants to get entangled, the Meng family really may not be able to withstand it.

To put it bluntly, Sister Meng wants to rest her affairs.

Each individual has his own fate, and Meng Zezhi does not comment on this.

As for whether Sister Meng will be able to stand up in the future, Meng Zezhi has long planned. When he has some money in his hand, he will buy a house from the ground to the sky in his predecessor's home county, and the price will not be too expensive. Millions. At that time, the family will be divided into one tier. First, Meng's mother is old and needs someone to take care of her; secondly, there are second sister Meng and third brother Meng watching. No matter how soft she is, the He family can only live in peace. Live with your neck shrunk.

Meng Zezhi would not mind helping with anything he could do.

Looking at the thick stack of scratch paper on the table, Meng Zezhi reached out and rubbed his temples, then heaved a sigh of relief.

He knew, once Goldbach conjectured, that his mission was half-finished.

He looked up at the lower right corner of the computer.

It was only November.

No more, no less, exactly two months have passed since he entered the laboratory.

The research progressed more than half as fast as he expected.

Meng Zezhi thought about it for a while, flipped through the scratch paper, and took out a piece of paper. In addition to the three words variational method, a circle was drawn on the paper, and the sieve method, the circle method, and the secret method were listed below. rate, etc.

The index finger of his left hand tapped on the table, Meng Zezhi wondered, should he play again—the big ticket!

Just as he was thinking, a cup of coffee was placed on his right.

Meng Zezhi turned his head and saw that it was not Zhu Zhengqing. He put down the manuscript paper in his hand and said with a smile, "Thank you!"

Then he picked up the paper cup, blew off the water vapor above, took a sip, the warm coffee slid down the throat, and suddenly felt a lot of energy.

"By the way, how's your experiment going?"

Zhu Zhengqing held the coffee, his eyes slightly bent: "The experiment is almost done, the paper has written the beginning, and the next project is in preparation."

"So fast!" Meng Zezhi exclaimed in surprise.

"It's already slow." Zhu Zhengqing said helplessly.

The implication is that the project team is holding him back.

"Is that so." Meng Zezhi smiled and said only: "Okay, do you have time in the afternoon? I agreed to invite you to dinner, and it has been delayed until now."

"Yes." Zhu Zhengqing was in a better mood.

Goldbach conjectures that this is probably because of the experience of successful proofs using the variational method. If you start over with another method, for Meng Zezhi, the calculation is more than twice as simple.

On the contrary, the AIDS specific drug experiment, which has been smooth sailing, has encountered a bottleneck.

This can be related to his life and whether he can successfully complete the task.

Meng Zezhi began to live in the laboratory. For this reason, he deliberately packed a small cubicle in the laboratory with a single bed. Usually, when he was tired from doing experiments, he would lie down on the bed for a while.

When Zhu Zhengqing went to the laboratory, he saw such a scene.

Meng Zezhi was lying on the bed, like an old man, covered with a quilt, a down jacket over the quilt, and his shoes were placed crookedly at the head of the bed.

Zhu Zhengqing subconsciously eased his steps.

He walked over and crouched down.

Meng Zezhi belongs to the kind that is particularly attractive, and the more he looks, the more handsome he is.

Zhu Zhengqing pursed the corners of his lips, his eyes fell on Meng Zezhi's beard stubble on his chin, but the corner of his eyes moved up a centimeter.

No one knows anyway.

It was a ghost, and this sentence flashed in Zhu Zhengqing's mind.

His eyes flickered slightly, obviously a little moved.

After hesitating for a while, as if he had made up his mind, as his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he slowly lowered his head with his ears, leaned in, and pressed his lips to the corner of Meng Zezhi's mouth.

Soft, like pudding.

His ears were red, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Well, it doesn't taste like it.

But at this moment, the phone at the bedside suddenly rang.

Meng Zezhi suddenly opened his eyes.

The next moment, like a bird frightened, Zhu Zhengqing stepped back in panic.

Meng Zezhi was stunned for a moment, he reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, as if there was still some kind of warmth on it.

He looked up at Zhu Zhengqing in disbelief.

Zhu Zhengqing has stabilized his position, his ears are red, the corners of his lips are pursed, and there is an aura of 'I didn't do anything' all over him.

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi vaguely felt that his heart seemed to be beating a little faster. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

But it didn't prevent him from coming to the conclusion that Zhu Zhengqing liked him.

How to say?

It's not that he didn't yearn for love when he was young, and he also met a few people whom his elders helped to introduce, women. In the end, they all died because of various reasons. When get older, deal with emotional matters a lot less, and only immerse self in scientific research, and will still be alone when die.

So Meng Zezhi never thought he was gay, but if the other party was Zhu Zhengqing...

Meng Zezhi raised his head and glanced at him, his heart was slightly warm, and he had to say that Zhu Zhengqing was indeed a good fit for him.

But he is here to do the task, and he will leave this world when he finishes the task, so why bother others.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi's eyes dimmed.

But at this moment, a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Ding, hello host, in order to improve the employee welfare system and increase the enthusiasm of employees, the Kao Gong Division recently formulated and launched a new policy. Host. Just pay 20 points of merit, you can stay in the mission world for a year, and so on, there is no ceiling, hereby notified."

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi's heartbeat slowed for half a beat.

The two of them didn't speak, and the phone rang unscrupulously.

Meng Zezhi's silence broke the last trace of calm in Zhu Zhengqing's heart. He was flustered and his mind was in chaos. Fortunately, Xu Yehua appeared in time at this time and saved him.

Brandishing a magazine, Xu Yehua rushed into the laboratory with a rush of people, and shouted out of breath, "Professor Zhu, Professor Zhu, something happened, something happened..."

Zhu Zhengqing suddenly came back to his senses, he raised his head and glanced at Meng Zezhi, the corners of his lips almost pursed into a straight line, and then he turned and walked out of the cubicle.

Meng Zezhi calmed down, grabbed the phone and turned off the alarm clock, got up and got out of bed, and followed him out.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Yehua's face was solemn, with a taste of gnashing her teeth. She handed the magazine in her hand to Zhu Zhengqing: "You can see if you look at it."

Zhu Zhengqing took a look at the magazine, and what caught his eye was a paper with the title: "Effect of CX3 CR1 on Human Hepatocellular Carcinoma Cells and Its Mechaism"

The translation is: the study of the effect of chemokine receptors on human hepatoma cells and its mechanism.

Zhu Zhengqing's complexion changed slightly, and he continued to look down. Except for the author he did not know, the rest of the paper, including the experimental steps and experimental data, were exactly the same as the paper he was about to write.

"This is a journal that just arrived this morning," Xu Yehua said with a livid face: "I checked the author of this paper, who is a teaching assistant at a Pheasant University in the United States."

Obviously, their research has been stolen.

"Check!" Zhu Zhengqing said coldly.

He must not tolerate his hard work over the past two months being just wasted.

The author has something to say: Zhu Zhengqing: Because I am good-looking, even if I molest others, people who see me will only say that I am cute ﹌○﹋