Ye Wangchuan grabbed his jacket from the armrest before saying, "Let’s go to the First Research Institute to deliver the food."
Mo Dong was speechless.
Qiao Nian had been so busy recently that she often forgot to eat lunch.
Ever since Ye Wangchuan returned from Beijing and realized she would sometimes forget to eat, he would always appear at the research institute when it was time for meals.
Every time, there would be a feast.
Not only did he bring food for Qiao Nian, but he also brought food for Feng Yu and Shi Fu. Sometimes, he even prepared Zhou Zhou’s portion.
This way, no one would gossip about him entering and exiting the First Research Institute every day.
After all, from the dean, the Deputy Director, to Team Leader Zhou... Everyone had benefited from him. So what if he came to deliver food to his girlfriend?
Ye Wangchuan relied on this to enter and leave the research institute freely.
**
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently engaged."
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently engaged."
...
The first time Hua Ci heard this mechanical female voice, she really thought that Ye Wangchuan was on the phone with someone.
However, after trying almost ten times in a row and always hearing the same robotic female voice, Hua Ci finally understood that she had been blacklisted.
Ye Wangchuan had blacklisted her!
At first, Hua Ci found it unbelievable. Unwilling to give up, she called Ye Lan again and told her this.
However, Hua Ci persistently guarded outside the hospital. Even if the security guards did not let her in, she would not leave. She stubbornly insisted on seeing Zhong Yiliu.
**
Qiao Nian only found out from Zhong Yiliu a week later that Hua Ci was waiting outside the hospital. After roughly figuring out what she wanted to do, she came out of the room in frustration and knocked on the door of the room opposite.
Knock knock.
"Come in."
The man’s voice was slightly hoarse and low.
After Qiao Nian opened the door and entered, she saw Ye Wangchuan leaving the bathroom. He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short black hair was still dripping, his forehead was messy, and his eyes were deep and beautiful. Behind a layer of mist, it was as if an aurora was hidden in the night sky.
The grayish-silver bathrobe was loose. The silk felt heavy, and the simple cut relied on his figure to accentuate his nobility.
He wiped his hair with a towel and looked at the girl before pointing at the armchair and saying, "Sit."
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