Chapitre 22: 011 Director Chen, that day Liang Zewen's extraordinarily talented disciple_2

Bai Lian always recorded the data.

She and Jiang He finally succeeded once, and after glancing at the numbers on both sides, she recorded more data on paper.

After she finished, Jiang He leaned on the table and looked at the vortex machine, "How come it still isn't broken?"

Bai Lian set the paper aside, tilted her head to look, and found it hard to disagree.

Outside.

When Jiang Fulai returned, it was already dark.

"Young Master Jiang," Chief Chen followed him into the house respectfully.

Jiang Fulai took off his coat and with a quick glance, noticed a black backpack, a mobile phone, and a rose on the rosewood table.

Ming Dongheng: "Those are Miss Bai's belongings."

Jiang Fulai hummed calmly, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, shading the excessively cold look in his eyes, "Are they still in the laboratory?"

Like this, there should be many lining up at school to give her flowers.

What are high school seniors doing not studying properly, giving roses to others?