Early morning, in the villa's private cryogenic laboratory
Chu Liyue, Lin Qingyi, and Ye Jinyu, dressed in sterile gowns, stood solemnly around the lab table.
Ye Jinyu looked solemn as she carefully pinched the dropper and drew a drop of dark blue liquid from the reagent tube on the lab table.
This drop of dark blue liquid is the second reagent that Chu Liyue painstakingly perfected day and night.
Ye Jinyu carefully dripped the liquid extracted from the dropper into the small reagent tube in her hand, her eyes showing a hint of heartache.
"If this drop of reagent were used to treat and save lives, it could even create medical miracles. It would be such a waste to use it for testing and analysis."
Chu Liyue remained calm and said lightly, "Let them test and analyze it. Firstly, it can help us identify and address any shortcomings. If there are any imperfections, there will still be room for improvement."
"Secondly, the detailed reagent analysis reports obtained by the consulting experts also help in the formulation of the treatment plan."
Lin Qingyi stared at the reagent sample in Ye Jinyu's hand, her gentle voice tinged with self-reproach:
"Unfortunately, reagent number three is not yet perfect, which may affect the completeness and accuracy of the medical plan."
Chu Liyue's cold voice softened slightly as she offered words of comfort:
"Things can't be rushed. Even if the No. 3 reagent is perfected, there's still a long way to go."
She looked up at the two of them and said seriously, "Let's check the relevant things again. With the examinations, consultations and various assessments, it will take at least three or four days to complete."
"To avoid the hassle of traveling back and forth, I plan to stay there for the next few days and won't come back unless there's something else going on."
Ye Jinyu and Lin Qingyi nodded upon hearing this and went to do a final check of the medical records, medical history, and various documents before their departure, as it concerned Xiao Wujie's treatment and could not be taken lightly.
Chu Liyue took off her sterile gown and went downstairs, where it was unusually lively.
Yunmo, in a prank, spat some wasabi into Lu Zhufeng's breakfast bread and was playing Tom and Jerry with Lu Zhufeng.
Lu Zhufeng, with his shirt sleeves rolled up and a ferocious look in his eyes, kept pushing Yun Mo toward the corner of the wall.
"Little Yunmo, you're really asking for a beating again. You want me to grab you by the neck and spank you again?"
"Run? I don't think this place is that big, where can you run to?"
Seeing that he was pouncing on his prey like a wolf, Yunmo turned around and tried to run upstairs.
With a swift movement, he met Chu Liyue coming down from upstairs. Seeing that they were about to collide, he had no time to dodge and immediately made a hand seal, disappearing from the spot.
Lu Zhufeng, who was relentlessly pursuing from behind, slammed on the brakes and barely managed to steady himself just centimeters away from Chu Liyue.
The strong wind stirred up by his tall figure instantly ruffled the few strands of long hair that fell across Chu Liyue's forehead.
Lu Zhufeng subconsciously wanted to correct his mistake and help her get back on track, but when he met Chu Liyue's icy gaze that could melt ice, he instantly came to his senses, sneered, and shrank back to the side.
"Hey, Miss Chu, I'm an idiot, please don't take it to heart."
Yunmo's figure appeared not far from him. He almost laughed out loud when he heard this. Just as he was about to say something sarcastic to Lu Zhufeng again, he saw the tall Chu Wan walk up to him with a baby bottle.
"Sweetie, stop fooling around."
As she spoke, she handed the baby bottle to him, took out a tissue from her pocket, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with a calm and serious gaze.
Looking up at her pretty and delicate face, Yunmo's eyes sparkled. He opened his arms and lightly touched his toes to the ground.
"Sister Wan, give me a hug."
On the first night, she immediately bent down, lifted his little bottom, and picked him up.
Yunmo took the opportunity to wrap his legs around her waist and put his arms around her neck, hanging on her like a petite koala.
Her delicate chin rested on Chuwan's shoulder, she held a baby bottle in her hand, her face beaming with happiness, and she drank the fragrant milk with a straw in her mouth.
While comfortably squinting her eyes, she didn't forget to make a face at Lu Zhufeng.
Hey Lu, look, someone's holding me!
Upon seeing this, Lu Zhufeng's eyes widened. When his gaze fell on Ai Ruoman, who was sitting elegantly on the sofa processing documents, his body suddenly went limp, and he made a move to sit on her lap.
A shadow fell over Ai Ruoman. Seeing his tall figure that seemed to be pressing down on her, Ai Ruoman turned pale with fright and quickly moved aside.
"Lu Zhufeng, are you trying to die?!"
Don't you know your own body type?
Perhaps spurred on by Yun Mo, and subtly influenced by Xiao Wujie in his daily life, he suddenly lowered his voice, looking awkward:
"Wife, I want you to hold me like that."
A tingling, electric-like sensation shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Ai Ruoman was so embarrassed she could dig her toes out of a three-bedroom apartment. Her face flushed red, she scolded:
"Lu Zhufeng, stop acting crazy!"
"Who else is your wife?!"
Seemingly embarrassed by his own words, Lu Zhufeng crossed his arms, rubbed the goosebumps spreading across his arms, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and mutter:
"Damn it, that pretentious girl usually sounds pretty good when she's being coy!"
"how……"
Ai Ruoman's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot when she heard this. That was a Qing Shou Jia Zi voice, what is this?
A deadly, soul-stirring melody!
He shook himself off, then scooped up Ai Ruoman's slender waist, pulled her onto his firm, strong legs, and gently pinched her incredibly sexy waist, accentuated by her form-fitting dress, while chuckling.
"If you won't hug me, I'll hug you. Let's not be that shameful gigolo!"
His face fell, and he immediately challenged:
"Baby, if you're naughty, who else would I be but your wife?"
"You don't actually want someone else to be your husband, do you?"
Ai Ruoman's face was as red as a ripe shrimp. Her hands weakly pressed against his firm chest as she suppressed her desire and whispered through gritted teeth:
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