At the intersection not far from Beijing University of Beijing, the Yang family's car slowly drove from the front.

In the car, it was Pei Xi and Butler Yang.

Pei Xi, who saw the car driving near Jingda University and was looking down and thinking about something, looked up and was very surprised, "She is here?"

Most of the Yang family don’t pay attention to Yang Hua, and naturally they have no interest in her daughter and niece. Yang Baoyi still doesn’t know how many daughters Yang Hua has.

Pei Xi and Yang Zhaolin both studied abroad, but it does not mean that they are not familiar with several domestic universities.

These places are close to Beijing University of Science and Technology. On this street, either Beijing University of Science and Technology or University of Science and Technology visited Beijing University of Science and Technology.

Hearing Pei Xi’s question, Butler Yang rarely laughed, “It’s Miss A Xun, she is a student of Peking University.”

The car turned around and was closer to the location agreed upon by Meng Xun. Butler Yang looked up and saw Meng Xun standing on the other side of the road. "Ms. Pei, look, it's the girl who looks very quiet in a black coat and glasses."

Meng Xun is easy to recognize.

She is a quiet academic master, and her cold white skin makes her more prominent in the crowd and can be seen at a glance.

Pei Xi looked at Meng Xun in surprise. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a car parked in front of Meng Xun. This was a local license plate in the capital. The road was spacious and it was not a snack street, so there were not many people.

In this direction, you can see a man coming out of the driver's seat talking to Meng Xun.

I can't see the man's face, but I can see the man's back and hand a book in my hand to Meng Xun.

It should be a teacher or something.

"Student Meng Xun, this is the book your sister asked me to give you." Dean Li handed the book to Meng Xun, and when he gave it to her, he glanced at the book.

He didn't pay attention when he just received the book. He thought about Meng Fu's affairs and put the book in the passenger seat.

Only then did Dean Li realize that something was wrong with him after handing the book to Meng Xun.

There is no publishing house or number in this book.

Only a few names were written.

Dean Li looked at the English name Esmond Galton on the side seal, but his hands were not relaxed.

Meng Xun, a freshman, didn’t even finish her freshman course this year and didn’t know Dean Li. She only heard from the counselor that the school leaders were looking for her, and Meng Fu also told her that there was a teacher looking for her.

"Thank you." She bowed and thanked her, while taking the book handed to her by Dean Li.

but……

Can't pull it?

Meng Xun looked up and looked at Dean Li, "Hello, Professor..."

"Student Meng Xun, that's the case," Dean Li reached out, pushed down his glasses, and quietly pulled the book back, "I want to read this book for two days first, and I will give it back to you in two days. I will tell you what Meng Fu said."

He said, carrying the book behind him.

Meng Xun: “…”

President Li coughed, and he had a serious face, "Class Meng Xun, you can come to me if you have anything to do in the future. I'll be in the Engineering Research Institute."

As he said that, he reported a string of numbers.

The people who study data are extremely sensitive to numbers, so Dean Li reported it once. He knew that Meng Xun must remember it, and he would not report it much.

Perhaps he felt that his old face was a little embarrassed. After saying this, he coughed and turned around to the car.

Meng Xun: “…”

When President Li turned around, Butler Yang and Pei Xi who were slowly stopping not far away finally saw the man's face. Pei Xi, who was sitting in the back seat, was suddenly stunned when he was staring at Meng Xun indifferently.

"Miss Pei, what's wrong?" The Yang family had no cooperation case with Beijing University. Butler Yang did not know Dean Li. When he got out of the car and called Meng Xun, he saw Pei Xi's incompetence.

Pei Xi couldn't say anything for a moment, and just spoke: "Then... is it Dean Li?"

"Are you talking about Dean Li, the young master?" Butler Yang naturally knew who Dean Li was. He was directly under the highest-level management of the country. He was very academic. Yang Zhaolin missed Yang Hua's coming to Beijing for a lecture before.

"I don't know," Pei Xi was in a little confused and couldn't explain it for a moment. Suddenly, he remembered Yang Hua's manuscripts yesterday, "It looks very much like Dean Li."

"Miss A Xun is a freshman..." Butler Yang felt it was unlikely.

According to Yang Zhaolin, graduate students of the Institute of Engineering may not necessarily meet the elusive Dean Li, let alone others.

Neither of them said anything, but Butler Yang went to invite Meng Xun into the car.

"This is Miss Pei, Miss Baozhu's daughter. Miss A Xun can call her cousin." Butler Yang introduced the two.

Meng Xun has always been cold and doesn't say much, so she greeted her unfamiliarly.

Before coming, Pei Xi did not take Meng Xun seriously, but at this moment he was quite afraid of Meng Xun, "Cousin, were you talking to Dean Li just now?"

"Director Li?" Meng Xun was stunned. She had just entered the engineering department and only knew the counselor and her teacher.

Judging from Meng Xun's expression, it doesn't look like she knows Dean Li.

Pei Xi looked at Meng Xun and fell into deep thought. He didn't say anything more. He just blew the ellipse's l equation and conjugate model indirectly. Meng Xun didn't respond much to this.

Pei Xi saw Meng Xun like this, and when she recalled that Meng Xun was just a freshman, she had not yet touched on some theorems.

That probably didn't write it.

Pei Xi breathed a little relieved, but his mind was still heavy.

Meng Xun just lowered her head and sent a WeChat message to Meng Fu--

[Sister, he took the book away again and said he wanted to take it back and read it for two days.]

Two seconds later, Meng Fu: […]

After a while: [Wait a little longer, and finish reading the research I gave you first.]

**

Meng Fu's side.

She did not receive a call from Dean Li. Meng Fu guessed that Dean Li should still be reading a book. The Millennium Collection is internal information and is not open to the public. Meng Fu believes that Dean Li will not publicize it widely.

He didn't send a message to remind her.

"Senior sister, I'm having dinner after get off work." She just sat on the table, finished reading the new experimental manual, and reminded Liang Si.

She came to live in the school yesterday.

Su Di went home to see his parents, and Zhao Fan was also busy with work. Meng Fu should have been filming during this period, but because Xu Litong's work was missed, he had nothing to do.

The room given by Sheng Yu was very large, and Meng Fu lived alone. However, when Mr. Jiang and the others were all there, Meng Fu lived alone, which was a bit deserted.

Liang Si buried his head in the experiment, without even looking back: "Junior sister, please bring a meal for me and my senior brother."

"Oh." Meng Fu stared at Liang Si and Duan Yan. After a while, he stood up lazily, put on a mask, and pressed his cap again, and walked out without any interest.

There is a small canteen not far from the perfume department. Because there are few people in the perfume department, there are more staff in the canteen than the perfume department.

Meng Fu walked to the door, looked in one direction, and then stopped.

He lowered his head and took out his cell phone.

About three seconds later.

The cell phone rings.

Meng Fu stared at the number that was called. It was Su Cheng, and she didn't answer it immediately.

Just when the phone was about to hang up, Meng Fu pressed the answer button and put it in his ear.

The sound over there is rare gentleness, deliberately lowered, and hesitated: "I'm still busy?"

Meng Fu didn't know what he was thinking, "Yeah."

Su Cheng's voice was shallow, "Okay, I'll let Su Di come over to deliver you dinner later."

He hung up the phone, looked at the call time, then twisted the car keys, and just as he was about to leave the accelerator, the passenger's car window was knocked carelessly twice.

Su Cheng looked up and saw the person knocking on the car window. He was stunned for a moment. The other party was pulling down his mask. There was a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, and his long hair was dispersed. Even if he was no longer curly, it could not hide the meaning of laziness. The peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and the eyes were pure black, but when he looked at people, it looked blurry, like an unpredictable starry sky, bright and mysterious.

Meng Fu opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and looked at Su Cheng: "Did you just want to drive the car away?"

Su Cheng's lips were slightly tangled. He rarely smiled, always looking cold. When he smiled, he always felt a sense of stunning feeling like the spring breeze blew on his face, "I don't want to disturb you."

Meng Fu looked at him and nodded, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that her eyes had not been removed, Su Cheng put his finger on the steering wheel, "What should I eat?"

Meng Fu slowly withdrew his gaze, "Whatever."

Su Cheng thought for a moment, "Roasted duck from the gazebo family?"

"Yes." Meng Fu returned.

The place Su Cheng said was not far from Jingda University, and the place was quiet. Only those who lived here could find it. There was no private room, and the two of them sat by the window, separated from the next door by bonsai.

"Senior Sister Liang and Senior Brother Duan asked me to bring my meal. Will it be too late to go back?" Meng Fu and Liang Si said.

Su Cheng told the waiter to take two servings, and then said to the waiter: "Let the chef move faster."

Meng Fu supported his chin with his hand and watched the alley downstairs come and go. The street lights gradually lit up. Hearing this, he looked up: "There is no need to urge the chef."

She was waiting for the meal, and Mr. Jiang called to report Meng Fu's physical condition.
To be continued...