Master Pei’s Wife is a Devil Concubine

When Wang Yi returned home, he was still wearing a white coat, and saw Bian Tong wearing a mask.

Su Ji introduced in the middle, Wang Yi shook hands with him, "Lawyer Bian, nice to meet you."

Bian Tong glanced at the badge of the National Academy of Life Sciences on his white coat, and then moved away calmly, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Wang Yi took off his coat to wash his hands.

Jiang Cuiqin, who was practicing, had just put down her pen, "I didn't expect Dr. Wang to come back today. Is the institute busy today?"

Wang Yi's voice came from the bathroom, "Fortunately, I can get over here."

Su Ji glanced at the coat he had draped over the back of the sofa.

It's not like it's not busy.

Next to it, Ji Xi also wrote the adverb, which is very clear and meaningful.

The pop-up screen yelled 'absolutely! '

But Ji Xi doesn't seem to like it very much, I'm embarrassed to show it to Mr. Jiang, and I want to fold it up, Jiang Cuiqin, "Don't fold it, don't fold it, the short paragraph said that I want to hang our words today in Lizhi Satellite TV's public welfare online auction, and the money from the auction can be used to do charity."

Ji Xi stopped when she heard this, "Well, it's a good thing you said it."

In the morning, a few people wrote a lot of adverbs, and there was also a live broadcast room to attract traffic. Many netizens waited for the program group to take pictures and then went to the public welfare network to shoot.

They all start at a low price. If you can get the words of your favorite idol and do charity at the same time, it will be very meaningful.

At the dinner table, Wang Yi looked at the oracle bone inscriptions by Bian Tong, and there were characters from later eras underneath. The characters of each era not only have images, but also have charm.

Watching and watching, Wang Yi's eyes gradually fell on Bian Tong.

It seems that he wants to look at his appearance through the mask.

But obviously not. Seeing that everyone else started to move their chopsticks, but Bian Tong didn't move, Wang Yi smiled politely, "Lawyer Bian should take off his mask before eating."

Su Ji looked at Bian Tong, and then at the mountains of delicacies in his bowl, which Jiang Cuiqin picked for him.

Perhaps because of his own experience of resurrecting a dead body, Su Ji inexplicably understood Bian Tong's reluctance to take off his mask to show his face publicly.

"If it's inconvenient, I'll help you..." Su Ji wanted to say, 'I'll help you find an excuse to go first', but Bian Tong obviously misunderstood, and turned the bowl of delicacies piled up into a hill towards him very protectively Moved, "No, thank you."

Su Ji, "..."

Bian Tong looked down at his bowl of rice, and slowly stretched his pretty hand to the side of the mask.

[Is Lawyer Bian finally going to show his face? ? 】

【looking forward to! ! 】

[Will the fantasy be shattered? It's so tangled! 】

And Wang Yi has been staring at Bian Tong.

Under the eyes of everyone, Bian Tong picked up a huge bite of rice with his chopsticks and pressed a piece of bright red pork belly, and the next second——

He took off half of the mask with lightning speed, stuffed a big mouthful of rice meat into his mouth, and immediately brought back the mask, so fast that it seemed nothing had happened just now. When everyone caught up with it, the man had already brought it back. Mask, slowly chewing behind the mask.

Su Ji, "..."

Wang Yi, "..."

Pop-up screen, "..."

[Has anyone captured the screen? ? 】

[You can't even see it with your eyes! ! ! 】

【Did he move just now? If it wasn't for the missing big mouthful of rice, I thought it was my eyesight! 】

Later, Bian Tong did the same thing, eating a whole bowl of rice without letting anyone see what he looked like.

Netizens felt that they were taking rewarded screen shots, but they either saw him just taking off his mask with his hand still next to his mouth, or he lowered his head with half of his face covered by rice and vegetables.

None of them showed their faces, and they were all phantoms.

[Lawyer Bian is too fast! 】

[Report driving upstairs, but I have no evidence]

[Men can't say fast! 】

Ji Xi and Jiang Cuiqin looked at each other and smiled, thinking that the friends Su Ji brought were so interesting.

In the end, there was not a single grain of rice left in Bian Tong's bowl, and he raised his chin to Su Ji as calmly as before, as if asking, "See if I'm very good?"

Su Ji silently applauded him under the table.

After the lunch was over, the staff had already started to take pictures of the words written by everyone and prepared to post them on the public welfare website after everyone agreed.

Wang Yi put on his white coat again, and there are still a lot of things waiting for him in the institute.

Bian Tong left with him, but in a different car.

Scientists are always crazy in the fields they are passionate about. After this meal, Wang Yi also felt that he might be a little too sensitive, or that Lawyer Bian was just fond of ancient books.

The two cars parked together and chatted for a while before getting into the car.

Wang Yi said, "Lawyer Bian is versatile. We can contact more when Lawyer Bian is not busy in the future."

Bian Tong joked, "Those who contact me a lot basically have many lawsuits, so Dr. Wang should not contact me."

Wang Yi shook his head and smiled, and was about to turn his head back to get in the car, but at this moment, a few words floated down from Bian Tong.

Wang Yi bent over to help him pick it up.

It was written in the hut just now, but they are all in relatively modern calligraphy and there are no ancient books.

Bian Tong paused, and seeing that Wang Yi was quite puzzled, he smiled, "I'm not a celebrity, and my calligraphy is not worth much at the auction, so I kept a few less."

"I see." Wang Yi did not know what he saw, and his tone was soft and obscure, "Lawyer Bian is too arrogant to belittle himself."

Bian Tong only took away the few pieces with modern fonts, but all the old ancient scripts were safely left for public welfare auctions.

And the one that Wang Yi is looking at at the moment is a pair of traditional characters in the late Republic of China, and it is also a literary poem of the same period.

...

There are even calligraphy styles that were popular during the Republic of China.

Wang Yi's eyes are particularly deep.

A certain idea that he had given up on seemed to be gradually resurgent, and it lit up bit by bit in his eyes.

Bian Tong noticed the abnormality, and took the writing in his hand quite naturally, "I'm sorry, Dr. Wang, today's time is tight, let's talk another day."

Wang Yi nodded, and then got into the car.

Wang Yi drove by himself, and Bian Tong called a car.

He said that it is expensive to maintain a car, and he loses money when he buys the car, and does not preserve its value.

Wang Yi lowered the driver's window and signaled Bian Tong politely to leave first. The driver on Bian Tong's side waited for the clock to clock in, and drove away quickly when the customer kicked the accelerator.

When there was only Wang Yi's car left in the yard, he started the car and called the assistant of his research institute at the same time, "I will apply for the things from last time. I need to go back to the research institute later."

The assistant was stunned, "Doctor, are you referring to the relics of Xiao Lingxian, the singing girl at the end of the Republic of China?"

Wang Yi said "hmm", the phone was connected to Bluetooth, and his hands were on the steering wheel.

"Ok doctor, I'm going to apply for permission from above."

After the assistant finished speaking, he seemed to have realized something, "Doctor, you are so sudden..." His tone was a little excited, "Is there any progress???"

Wang Yi's car drove away from the hut, "Don't ask so many questions, go get ready first..."