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The voice of Delong Wangshu... seems to be Pei Yi?

Jian Yao just pricked up her ears and was about to eat melon when a soft sigh came from the other side of the phone, and then the call was hung up.

Jian Yao looked at the screen of her mobile phone. The sound she just heard flashed through her mind. She let out a soft "tsk" and clicked on Weibo.

The entries for [Lu's president changed hands and shareholders collectively divested their capital] remained high.

But so far, there has been no news about the death of Mr. Lu and the arrest of Mrs. Lu.

She took a casual look, exited Weibo and went to the bathroom to wash up.

It was already past eleven o'clock, so Jian Yao simply skipped breakfast and prepared a two-in-one meal to eat with lunch.

She took out the teacher's phone number from the phone book and dialed it.

"Hello, Teacher Song, I'm Jian Yao."

On the other side of the phone, Professor Song seemed to be still working, and there was the sound of paper turning pages.

Hearing Jian Yao's voice, she seemed to have seen some kind of savior, "Jian Yao! Ouch, why did I forget you! Your business English is excellent!"

"I have a batch of information here that I need urgently. Translation, I can't do it myself, can you come over and help me?"

Jian Yao was bombarded by Professor Song, and her mind went blank for a moment, "Okay, I'll go over now?"

The teacher's voice sounded quite strong. Urgent.

Professor Song nodded, "You can just come to my office."

Jian Yao: "Okay."

After receiving Jian Yao's affirmative reply, the phone was hung up in seconds.

Jian Yao looked at the hung up phone, was silent for two seconds, and chuckled.

Forget it, I will invite you in person later to make it appear more sincere.

She chose an aqua dress and put on a watch. She took her keys and went out.

She was very familiar with the way to school, and she also packed two lunches on the way.

When he arrived at the office, Professor Song was still working at his desk. Not to mention his lunch, even his water glass was empty.

Jian Yao sighed softly and put her lunch on the small table nearby. "Teacher, would you like to eat first?"

Professor Song raised her head, pushed up her glasses, and chuckled, "You're here."

She looked at Jian Yao . Eyes, eyebrows arched, he took a bookmark and put it to the place where he had just read, "It has been four years since you graduated, right? Nothing has changed."

When he looked up and saw her, he was in a trance.

Jian Yao helped her get up and sit down at the temporary dining table, and then placed the specially bought fish maw chicken soup and sea sausage rice in front of Professor Song, "Teacher hasn't changed, he still forgets everything when he starts working.

" I don't even know when it's time to eat.

Professor Song smiled warmly, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of sea sausage rice. He narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, "Do you still remember that I like to eat this?" Jian Yao chewed the rice and hummed, " Of

course."

Halfway through eating, Teacher Song suddenly remembered, "By the way, you called me just now. Did you have something to say?"

Jian Yao nodded and poked the rice in the bowl with her chopsticks, "Teacher, I'm getting married. , I want to invite you to my wedding."

Professor Song's mind flashed back to the scenes of her and Lu Chengze being inseparable, and he recalled the hot searches of the Lu family and the Gu family, and nodded.

"It's good to get married, it's good to get married."

"The teacher must go."

It's good to stop the loss in time.

She had been very dissatisfied with Lu Chengze when he had sex with Liu Yiyi at school.

Throwing away the watermelon and picking up the sesame seeds, you can reach Long and look at Shu. This can be regarded as seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence.

While she was talking, Jian Yao's cell phone placed aside rang twice.

It was a WeChat notification from Gu Zhiyan.

"We're at the company. We won't go back for lunch."

"Have you finished your lunch? You haven't replied to any messages. Could it be that you haven't gotten up yet?"

One message was sent around eight o'clock in the morning, and the other one was just sent.

There are also pictures of his lunch, vegetable salad and fried steak.

Jian Yao opened her phone, took a photo of her half-eaten meal and sent it to him.

"I'm eating. I came to the school today to find the teacher. I helped her translate something. I just invited her to attend our wedding."

As soon as the message was sent, it was being typed over there.

"Okay, then I'll pick you up in the evening."

This time, Jian Yao didn't type, but replied with a cat emoticon.

Professor Song on the side accidentally saw her chat history and chuckled, "Let him come. The teacher will take care of the food in the evening and make you bacon ribs and pork trotters. You used to love this the most."

Jian Yao pressed down her phone. Curved lips nodded vigorously, "Okay, I won't be polite to the teacher."

After the meal, the two of them started working together. With Jian Yao joining in, the translation speed was obviously much faster, and the two of them will be busy until three in the afternoon. Click, and finally sent it before the dean asked for the information.

Professor Song's husband died young and she raised her son alone. After the child grew up and started a family, he has been living in the dormitory arranged by the school.

Jian Yao and Professor Song chatted and just arrived as if they were taking a walk.

Professor Song's hometown is Sichuan and Chongqing, and the cured meats at home are all sent from his hometown, and they taste very good.

When Jian Yao was in college, she would sometimes help the teacher to process materials for a living, but over time, she could handle it herself.

Therefore, as soon as you enter the house, you consciously go into the kitchen to help.

The ribs and pig's trotters had to be stewed for a long time. When they were almost out of the pot, the doorbell rang.

Jian Yao and Professor Song looked at each other and looked at the door at the same time.

Jian Yao put down the lid of the casserole in her hand and said, "I'll open the door."

As soon as the door opened, she saw Gu Zhiyan standing at the door smiling at her, holding several gift boxes in his hand.

Jian Yao's eyes widened, "How do you know my teacher's room?"

She was still waiting for Gu Zhiyan to call her and pick him up.

Gu Zhiyan came in with something serious and said, "Maybe it's because I have a mouth."

With one sentence, Professor Song, who poked his head out of the kitchen, laughed.

Jian Yao blushed, gritted her teeth, closed the door, and lightly kicked Gu Zhiyan.

Professor Song was frying the last green vegetables with a spoon in his hand. He couldn't leave the kitchen and just said hello, "I'll sit down if you want. The meal will be ready soon."

Gu Zhiyan put the gift box away and said softly, "Okay. Thank you for the hospitality, teacher. Then I will shamelessly have a meal here."

As he spoke, the smell of oil smoke from the kitchen penetrated into the living room little by little, and the familiar churning feeling in his stomach came again.

His face turned pale and he took two steps towards the window.

The fresh air outside the window rushed into the nose, and the nauseating feeling was relieved a lot.

Jian Yao had been paying attention to his condition since she knew he was vomiting last night. Seeing his ugly face, she walked a few steps quickly and patted his back, frowning and pursed her lips, "Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

Gu Zhiyan shook her hand. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Didn't the doctor see you yesterday?"

Jian Yao sighed.

Don't worry, how can she feel relieved?

There is nothing wrong with your body, so how can you feel nauseated?

After eating, I still need to go to the hospital for a check-up.