Chapter 30 2/2

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Fortunately, the child was conceived in an unconventional way, a top-level A who changed even superficial pheromones for the sake of his loved one; whoever competes with him for affection is unlucky.

Zhou Qingyuan was worried, like a poor old father whose son is coveted by the bastard son of the landlord. He was not poor, but he didn’t know how to handle it.

Should he leave Jiang Li here? No, pregnant women cannot stay in space for long. Should he find a way to send Cen Lang away for a few months?

Zhou Qingyuan pondered the feasibility.

Zhou Qingyuan accepted the goodwill card for Cen Lang and said, “You need to reduce contact with him, especially during his sensitive period. Any leak of pheromones can affect the stability of your fetus.”

Jiang Li: “Okay, I don’t want to make the pregnancy public for now. I’ll announce it when I can’t hide it anymore.”

Zhou Qingyuan expressed support, and now he had time to think about how to get rid of Cen Lang.

Jiang Li didn’t have permission to enter the research base and still lived on the battleship Lu Jing. Zhou Qingyuan, as a mentor, personally brought two bottles of wine and a roasted duck to thank the driver, Lu Jing.

Jiang Li skillfully set up a small table outside the battleship and arranged two wine glasses.

Zhou Qingyuan said, “Jiang Li can’t drink.”

Jiang Li: “I’ll go inside to read.”

The two big shots sat on small stools, silent.

Zhou Qingyuan had a few encounters with Lu Jing because Deer Star was close to him, and the research confidentiality level was very high. Lu Jing personally transported supplies several times.

Zhou Qingyuan: “Did Cen Lang ask you to drive Jiang Li here?”

Lu Jing: “Yes.”

Zhou Qingyuan took a sip of wine and sighed deeply. Lu Jing wanted to inquire about the adenoma drug from Zhou Qingyuan and managed to squeeze out a casual greeting, “Having trouble?”

Zhou Qingyuan looked at him. Huh? Looking carefully, Lu Jing’s features were somewhat similar to Jiang Li, except one was cold and stern, and the other was gentle and kind. Years of facial expressions had erased their common features. Zhou Qingyuan was a genetics expert who liked to look at essential things like genetic traits.

If Jiang Li could turn into a rock like Lu Jing and knock out Cen Lang’s teeth, he wouldn’t worry. Zhou Qingyuan opened his mouth but didn’t have the desire to confide. How could Lu Jing, who was bound by Deer Star, understand his feelings?

Jiang Li sat on the bed, leaning against the battleship wall, re-examining the experiment plan pointed out by the mentor. He wanted to set a reminder on his phone, only to realize he didn’t know where he had put it. His phone was cheap, and the signal was lost as soon as he reached a remote planet, turning it into a brick. He hadn’t used it for days.

Lu Jing was about to talk to Zhou Qingyuan about adenoma, and suddenly, the communicator shook. He received a message forwarded by the space base:

[Admiral, please connect Jiang Li to the battleship network.]

Zhou Qingyuan: “Is there something? Then I’ll go back first.” Lu Jing directly showed the message to Zhou Qingyuan.

After reading it, Zhou Qingyuan said, “…”

Jiang Li was squatting in the suitcase, looking for his phone, when Lu Jing suddenly came in and pointed to the battleship’s network interface. Jiang Li touched his face. Did he look like he wanted to go online?

He found his phone, connected to the internet, and immediately received two messages from an unknown source. A picture of the repaired Baiyan battleship and a sentence, “Are you used to life?”

Cen Lang should have used another base station to send him information, so the displayed number was not his.

Jiang Li replied, “I’m very used to it; I met the dean.”

Cen Lang: “Did he speak ill of me?”

Jiang Li: “Why would he speak ill of you?”

Cen Lang: “Forget about that. Have you eaten well?” If it weren’t for Lu Jing’s battleship having only nutrient supplements, Cen Lang would buy three dishes and a soup for Jiang Li every meal.

Jiang Li: “Yes.” Before leaving, Cen Lang gave him all the food stored by Baiyan. He owed Cen Lang too much and didn’t know how to repay him.

Cen Lang: “In twenty hours, I will pick you up to return to Earth. Start counting down; I’m taking off.”

Then, communication was cut off.

Jiang Li pinched his fingers. He was going back to Earth.

He walked out of the battleship and told Zhou Qingyuan about the return time. The next meeting would be three months later.

Zhou Qingyuan: “I’ll come to see you off tomorrow.” “I have something to say to Cen Lang.”

After the Baiyan battleship was repaired, Cen Lang became more arrogant. He unceremoniously rolled over the speed bump outside the institute, the wind roaring.

The first thing he said when he saw Jiang Li was, “Where’s Dean Zhou? Will he come to see you off?”

Jiang Li: “Yes, the dean has something to tell you.”

Cen Lang looked at the old demon king coming out of the institute and laughed. “I also have something to discuss with him.”

He quickly walked up, friendly and friendly. “I haven’t seen you in good health, Dean Zhou. Give me a key to the Tianchen Laboratory.”

Zhou Qingyuan: “You’re dreaming!”

Cen Lang regretted, “If you don’t give it, I can only run for the position of school principal and be your boss.”

Zhou Qingyuan: “You go; Principal Zhang would probably be delighted!” Cen Lang sighed. He really can’t eat hard and soft.

Zhou Qingyuan warned, “I came to tell you that if Storm Syndrome is cured, manage it well. If you misuse Storm Syndrome, especially against Jiang Li, I will personally send you to the military court.”

Cen Lang: “Then you have to catch the evidence.” Storm syndrome kills invisibly, like having no evidence.

Zhou Qingyuan angrily said, “Don’t be too confident, and I won’t send it.” Such people deserved to have their loved ones carry someone else’s child.

Jiang Li watched the dean and Cen Lang talk for a while in anger, then returned to the institute, looking deep in resentment. No wonder Cen Lang was afraid that the old demon king would speak ill of him.

Cen Lang walked back, stopped a meter away from Jiang Li, and carefully looked at his face. He hadn’t seen each other for two and a half days. It seemed like he had changed, but also like he hadn’t changed, looking better the more he looked.

“I’m here to pick you up.” Cen Lang picked up Jiang Li’s luggage at his feet. He couldn’t sleep well without Jiang Li, and the days seemed like years.

Jiang Li looked around and didn’t see the figure of Lu Jiang, so he followed Cen Lang to Baiyan first.

Cen Lang put Jiang Li’s things back where they belonged, and the missing piece in his heart was filled. He looked at Jiang Li and said, “I promise not to hand you over to others again.”

Jiang Li stared at him, feeling that this sentence held a deep meaning.

Before he could think further, Lu Jing entered with military boots, stern and serious, saying, “Team Leader Cen, hitch a ride.”

Cen Lang: “Don’t you have your battleship?”

Lu Jing: “Private trip.”

Unlike Cen Lang, Baiyan was his private creation. If he took the battleship back to Earth, there would be a record, which was not a big deal, but this time it was indeed his private matter, and he didn’t want to leave a record.

Cen Lang was about to refuse, and Jiang Li pulled his sleeve, asking, “Can we?” Lu Jiang obviously prepared to go back to see Jiang Wanlan.

Cen Lang: “Of course.”

Respecting others’ love, Jiang Li looked forward to their love.

Enduring.