"Then how to recover?"

"Recovery is very simple. After one injection, the appearance can only last for three months, and then it will automatically return to its original shape within a month."

"What if the task is not completed in three months?"

"Then just one more shot."

"That's not bad."

What Ai Ting was thinking about at this moment was whether she could transplant a little bit of Suzaku's beauty onto her face. But after thinking about it, she didn't want to look like Suzaku.

Let Meng Fei try it first.

"Has the drug you produced in a handicraft workshop passed human testing? What if it's disfigured?"

Meng Fei questioned crazily.

"I often use it myself. Even if it's disfigured, you can repair it yourself."

Suzaku understands Meng Fei's superpower very well.

"Hey, wait, why do we need to inject now?"

"It takes about a week for cells to divide and change their appearance. A charter flight from the Nautilus Institute will come to pick you up on January 7th. Isn't it just in time for today's injection?"

"Let's think about it again!"

"How can I have time to think about it again?"

Meng Fei fled back in panic.

But when he turned around, he saw that the lava spewing out from nowhere had turned into a large lake surrounding him, and the half-square-meter floor under his feet became his only foothold.

The hot air surrounded him, and a pair of gentle flame hands came from behind him and hugged him. Are you moved? Don't dare to move.

One hand stroked his chest to calm his inner emotions, and the other hand held a bright red syringe and injected it into his cheek.

The stinging pain was like lightning, with countless branches extending from the injection point to the facial nerves in all directions.

From Ai Ting's point of view, Meng Fei seemed to be enjoying himself. He leaned back obediently in Suzaku's arms, and Suzaku completed the injection on him with a nurse-like skill.

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, she couldn't help biting her red lips and leaving a deep mark.

…

On January 7, around 9:30 in the morning, Qingmei University Graduate Apartment.

A woman wearing a white down jacket, black trousers, and flat sneakers walked into the corridor on the ninth floor, pulling a purple suitcase.

When she arrived at the door of 902, she put the box upright next to her, then took out the key from her pocket and opened the door.

When she walked into the room, it was pretty much what she expected. The furnishings in the room were almost the same as before she left.

She walked to the mirror on the sink, straightened her face, hair, and applied some lipstick.

On her fair face, her carefully applied red lips were as bright as red plums in the snow. A few strands of brown-dyed hair fell just right from her forehead, like traces blown by the wind.

She showed a confident smile with satisfaction.

Objectively speaking, if you break it down, her eyes, skin color, eyebrows, hair, nose and red lips are all impeccable. But when combined together, there is a problem.

The distance between the two eyes seems a bit wide, exceeding the range of three courts and five eyes. And the nose seems to be a bit lower.

In fact, if she hadn't taken care of her hair very seriously and tried her best to decorate it, as an ordinary and above-average woman, she would have at least a seventy-five percent appearance.

But because every part is so perfectly taken care of, the shortcomings are infinitely magnified, and people who look at her just fall into the "uncanny valley".

Fortunately, she couldn't feel it herself. In the mirror, what she saw were always those impeccable parts and perfect women.

What's more, many women's beauty and IQ are inversely proportional, but for her, they are absolutely directly proportional or even directly proportional to the square.

Her name is Mi Rong, one of the hottest young scientists in the field of artificial intelligence research.

Almost every one of her papers ranks among the top ten in the industry for the quarter. Although she is always the second author on those papers.

She couldn't understand why such a woman with almost perfect beauty and intelligence could marry anyone at will? This was her biggest question about herself.

Moreover, she has been living in this apartment in a daze for more than a year with a man whom she now finds annoying when she sees him.

Zhang Feng is dull, lazy, and his brain moves slower than a snail. Perhaps the only thing worthy of praise about him is his amazing luck when conducting experiments.

Others need to experiment hundreds of times to find shortcuts to success, but he always gets it right the first time and never fails.

But what the hell is luck?

It is her life goal to go to the Nautilus Research Institute and win the Laurel Prize. As Zhang Feng's wife, she can go to the Nautilus Research Institute, but that is just to accompany her.

Studying with her was a humiliation for her. She was independent in the world and had never been someone else's accessory. So she filed for divorce without any hesitation.

This time she took a desperate risk and successfully proved her worth. The Nautilus Research Institute really sent her an invitation. It was not an accompanying study, but a real invitation to enroll!

It has been three months since she left this house. She came back this time to pack some things she had left behind.

Zhang Feng had already packed up and left. She didn't want to be in the same room with this man anymore, so she deliberately waited for him to leave before coming.

Although they are going to the Nautilus Research Institute, in theory, this is just a "student exchange" between the Intelligence Institute of Ome University and the Nautilus Research Institute.

Their apartment will be reserved for them until they complete their research project and obtain their doctorate degrees before moving back in, adding to Ome University's academic achievements.

But this is actually impossible. Why come back when you can go to Xizhou?

"We have to divide things,

"Tomorrow doesn't matter anymore.

"Clothes left at home,

"Come back and take it back when you have time."

While recalling the unbearable past, humming sad songs, and taking out a few old clothes from the closet and putting them into the suitcase, Mi Rong felt particularly at ease.

Just when she looked around the room, she seemed to smell a strange smell. What made her feel so uncomfortable?

In the past, Zhang Feng was too lazy to cook, so there were always several boxes of instant noodles in the room. How can he clean it up now so that there is not even an empty cardboard box?

And the bed... He was an organized person. But he would never be so careful. He made the bed clean before leaving, and even turned the sheets over and carefully covered them to prevent dust.

It was as if they were just traveling for a while and would come back to live in a few months.

The tabletop, floor, and the back of the door were all extremely clean and tidy, cleaner than she had ever cleaned them herself. Zhang Fengfeng tidied them up, but he would never scrub them!

The biggest flaw is that there are actually red roses in the vase on the dining table, or are they fresh flowers? Even if I kill him, he won't take the initiative to buy flowers!

Woman! The feeling of extreme discomfort that made her come from the traces left by another woman who once lived here.

What's going on, I'm working so hard on the divorce case, but you let the mistress move into your home and have fun every day?

It was true that she wanted to divorce Zhang Feng, but it was really despicable and shameless for another woman to take advantage of the situation. These women would do any disgusting thing just to go abroad.

Although she was extremely nauseated, she still suppressed the urge to get angry. There was not much time before the charter flight took off. If she missed the flight, she would have to buy her own ticket to Rosemary City.

She looked at her watch and saw that the special car she had arranged for a long time ago should have arrived at the entrance of Qingmei University. After hastily packing her suitcase, she slammed the door angrily and left.
Chapter completed!