Chapter 166: De Yan Wang Shu

This voice... seems to be Pei Yi?

Jian Yao just pricked up her ears and prepared to eat melons, when she heard a sigh from the other end of the phone, and then the call was hung up.

Jian Yao looked at the screen of her mobile phone. The sound she had just heard flashed through her mind. She let out a soft "tsk" and opened Weibo.

The entry "Lu's president changes, shareholders collectively withdraw investment" remains high.

But so far, there has been no news about Mr. Lu's death or Mrs. Lu's arrest.

She took a quick look, exited Weibo and went to the bathroom to wash up.

It was already past eleven o'clock, so Jian Yao simply skipped breakfast and prepared a two-in-one to eat with lunch.

She found her teacher's number in the phone book and called.

"Hello, Teacher Song, I'm Jian Yao."

On the other end of the phone, Professor Song seemed to be still working, and the sound of turning pages could be heard.

When she heard Jian Yao's voice, she seemed to have seen a savior, "Jian Yao! Oh, how could I have forgotten about you! Your business English is really great!"

"I have a batch of information that needs to be translated urgently. I can't do it myself. Can you come over and help me?"

Jian Yao was bombarded by Professor Song's barrage of words, and her mind went blank for a moment. "Okay, then I'll go over now?"

The teacher's voice sounds quite urgent.

Professor Song nodded and said, "Just come to my office directly."

Jian Yao: “Okay.”

After getting Jian Yao's affirmative answer, the call was hung up immediately.

Jian Yao looked at the hung up call, was silent for two seconds, and chuckled.

Forget it, I'll just invite him in person later to appear more sincere.

She chose a water-green dress to change into, put on only a watch, took her keys and went out.

She was very familiar with the way to school and even packed two lunches on the way.

When I arrived at the office, Professor Song was still working at his desk. Not only was there no lunch, but even his water cup was empty.

Jian Yao sighed and put her lunch on the small table beside her. "Teacher, shall we eat first?"

Professor Song raised his head, pushed his glasses, and chuckled, "You're here."

She looked at Jian Yao with a frown, and put a bookmark on the spot she had just read. "It's been four years since you graduated, right? You haven't changed at all."

When I looked up and saw her, I was in a trance for a moment.

Jian Yao helped her get up and sat her down at the makeshift table. He then placed the fish maw chicken soup and sea sausage rice that he had bought in front of Professor Song. "The teacher hasn't changed. He still forgets everything when he starts working."

I didn’t even know it was time for dinner.

Professor Song smiled gently, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the sea sausage rice, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction, "Do you still remember that I like to eat this?"

Jian Yao chewed the rice and hummed softly, "Of course."

Halfway through the meal, Teacher Song suddenly remembered, "By the way, you just called me, is there something you want to talk about?"

Jian Yao nodded and poked the rice in the bowl with her chopsticks. "Teacher, I'm getting married and I want to invite you to my wedding."

Professor Song's mind flashed back to the scene where she and Lu Chengze were inseparable in the past, and she also remembered the hot searches about the Lu and Gu families, and nodded.

"It's good to be married. It's good to be married."

"The teacher will definitely go."

It’s good to stop the loss in time.

When Lu Chengze and Liu Yiyi were always together at school, she was very dissatisfied with him.

Throwing away the watermelon to pick sesame seeds, and looking forward to more, can be said to be asking for benevolence.

As they were talking, Jian Yao's cell phone rang twice.

It’s the WeChat notification tone, from Gu Zhiyan.

"I'm at the company now. I won't be going back for lunch."

"Have you finished lunch? You haven't replied to my message yet, so you might not be up yet?"

One was sent around eight in the morning, and the other was just sent.

There is also a picture of his lunch, a vegetarian salad and grilled steak.

Jian Yao opened her phone, took a photo of her half-eaten meal and sent it to him.

"I'm eating. I came to the school today to look for my teacher and help her translate something. I just happened to invite her to attend our wedding."

As soon as the message was sent, it was already being input.

"Okay, I'll pick you up in the evening."

This time, Jian Yao did not type, but replied him with a cat emoticon.

Professor Song, who was standing by, accidentally saw her chat history and chuckled, "Let him come. The teacher will provide dinner tonight and make you some braised spare ribs and braised pig's trotters. These were your favorites in the past."

Jian Yao hung up her phone, bent her lips and nodded vigorously, "Okay, I won't be polite to the teacher."

After dinner, the two began to work together. With Jian Yao's participation, the translation speed was obviously much faster. The two worked until three in the afternoon and finally sent the information before the dean asked for it.

Professor Song's husband died early, and she raised her son alone. After the child grew up and started his own family, he has been living in the dormitory arranged by the school.

Jian Yao and Professor Song were chatting idly while they arrived at the place by taking a walk.

Professor Song’s hometown is in Sichuan and Chongqing. The marinated food in his home is sent from his hometown and it tastes very good.

When Jian Yao was in college, she sometimes helped her teachers process documents and got a free meal. After a while, she was able to do it herself.

Therefore, as soon as I entered the house, I would automatically go to the kitchen to help.

The spare ribs and pig's trotters had to be stewed for a long time, and when they were almost ready, the doorbell rang.

Jian Yao and Professor Song looked at each other and looked towards the door at the same time.

Jian Yao put down the clay pot lid in her hand and said, "I'll go open the door."

As soon as the door opened, she saw Gu Zhiyan standing at the door, smiling at her, holding a few gift boxes in his hands.

Jian Yao's eyes widened. "How do you know my teacher's room?"

She was still waiting for Gu Zhiyan to arrive and call her to pick him up.

Gu Zhiyan came in with something in his hand, and said solemnly, "Maybe it's because I have a mouth."

These two words made Professor Song, who had just peeked out of the kitchen, burst into laughter.

Jian Yao blushed, gritted her teeth, closed the door, and kicked Gu Zhiyan lightly.

Professor Song was frying the last vegetable with a spoon in his hand. He couldn't leave the kitchen, so he just greeted them, "We are family, please sit down, the meal will be ready soon."

Gu Zhiyan put the gift box away and replied softly, "Okay, thank you for your hospitality, teacher. I will shamelessly eat here for free."

As he spoke, the smell of kitchen fumes seeped into the living room little by little, and that familiar churning feeling in his stomach came back.

His face turned pale and he took two steps toward the window.

The fresh air outside the window rushed into my nose, and the nausea was relieved a lot.

Jian Yao had been paying attention to his condition since she knew he was vomiting last night. Seeing that he looked unhappy, she took a few quick steps, patted his back, frowned, and pursed her lips, "Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

Gu Zhiyan shook her hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Didn't the doctor check me yesterday?"

Jian Yao sighed.

Don’t worry, how can she be at ease?

How could I feel nauseous if there is nothing wrong with my body?

You still need to go to the hospital for a check-up after eating.