His gaze continued to sweep across the table.
Song Xingyao followed the gaze and saw an exquisite lunchbox on the table.
Looking puzzled, he asked, "This? Who sent this?"
Seeing that she didn't know either, everyone started speculating: "It's the one with the child in the meeting room last time! Could that be Teacher Song's..."
Before she could utter the word "ex-husband," everyone stared, eager to see her reaction.
Song Xingyao understood and shook her head. "Stop guessing. Let's go eat."
Before they could get the answer they wanted, they were kicked out. Song Xingyao closed the door for them and sat back down in her seat.
He slowly typed a "?" in the chat box and sent it.
Yesterday, the two exchanged contact information. Fu Siming offered to forward her photos and videos of Fu Xunzhi as a child, and Song Xingyao agreed to add his contact information.
Not long after the message was sent, the other end replied: "Did you receive it? I had Aunt Qi make it for you according to the usual taste."
I've read it but don't plan to reply.
She opened the three-tiered lunchbox and the soup container.
Indeed, they all smelled familiar.
The familiar soups and dishes are indeed ones I love to eat.
Fu Siming was surprised to find that Song Xingyao was not resistant to him and even seemed to be taking the initiative. How could he not press his advantage?
Otherwise, it would be bad if Shi Yu had the opportunity to get close to Song Xingyao.
I waited for a long time but didn't receive a reply from the other side.
Fu Siming casually asked a couple more questions, but the replies went unanswered. In the end, he could only sheepishly reply: I'll have someone deliver it to you tonight.
Worried about Luo Luo and her gossipy friends, she quickly typed into the chat box: "Don't bother sending it. Pei Jing is busy enough following you around all day. It's a waste of his talent to come and deliver food."
Of course, she didn't tell Fu Siming that if Pei Jing came a few more times, he would probably confirm her status as her "ex-husband."
Seeing that she didn't mention him at all, and that her only reply was to speak up for Pei Jing, Fu Siming looked up and glared at her.
Pei Jing put down his things and was about to leave when he felt a cold glint behind him... which sent a chill down his spine.
What have I done?
Home-cooked meals are indeed tastier than those in ordinary restaurants. After finishing her meal and seeing that there was no reply, Song Xingyao cleaned up and began to refine the experimental plan.
This experiment involved subjecting participants to undergo hypnosis to activate deep memories and observe the possibility of memory erasure under hypnosis as well as the effects of brain waves.
If the subject comes, they need to be informed of the memory phases that need to be erased and undergo hypnosis, because it involves personal privacy and some ethical assessment issues.
Therefore, Song Xingyao's plan still needs to be submitted for testing and evaluation, and she is the only person who meets the requirements to conduct the experiment.
Although Professor Xu can also perform hypnosis, it is not his main research area. Moreover, he has too many projects to manage personally, so he invited her to join this project.
As an assistant, Lolo interviewed several participants, but their responses were not particularly good. Some were overly excited, while others were not in a state of wanting to cooperate with the experiment at all.
Song Xingyao remembered the resume in her favorites folder.
I dialed the number.
The phone was almost finished ringing when it was finally answered, and a somewhat weak female voice came from the other end.
"Hello, I'm a staff member from the Hypnotic Memory Point and EEG Correlation Project at Jiangcheng No. 1 Hospital. I saw that you applied for our project trial. Would you be available for an interview?"
"Ah... okay, what's the exact time?"
"Tomorrow morning, you can just register as a visitor at the research institute next to the hospital."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, I revised the experimental plan and sent it to Professor Xu and the ethics review committee's email addresses.
Lolo brought in another lunchbox.
Lolo smiled and stared at her, handing over the things in her hand.
"Teacher Song, your ex-husband was quite considerate, and he looked very refined. How did you two end up separating?"
Song Xingyao took it, and upon hearing the word "refined," she knew it was still sent by Pei Jing.
She didn't intend to explain her relationship with Pei Jing, because if she denied it, his curiosity would only intensify, which would cause more trouble later.
As a result, her silence was taken as consent.
Later, Luo Luo found it strange that since the goods were being delivered, why didn't they deliver them personally? They always had someone else deliver them, which didn't seem like a genuine desire for reconciliation.
Pei Jing had no idea when she had secretly cuckolded her boss.
Because of yesterday's car accident, Song Xingyao was still a little scared. She looked around before driving away, afraid that another car might suddenly appear from some direction.
Even so, it seems that Jiang Jiayao has stopped making any moves.
Inside the private room, Jiang Jiayao discovered that the man he had sent out had been captured by Fu Siming. Although he wasn't worried that Fu Siming would expose him, he was still given a handle to use against him, which made him so angry that he threw his wine glass away.
The screen was smashed, creating a large crater. Black lines and signal interruption ripples spread from the crater onto the large color screen, making it look like a bottomless hole had appeared on the screen.
"You're so stupid, you can't even do anything right." The man with a formulaic expression lowered his head and endured the insults from the other side.
The man's next respectful report only fueled Jiang Jiayao's anger even more.
"Boss Jiang, the underground banks say that recently we can't withdraw money because the accounts are under risk control. So we have to go through a Swiss bank to get the money back. Someone is probably up to something."
Jiang Jiayao was reminded by his words, "Stop for now. Let's clean this place up after I leave Jiangcheng."
He had been informed long ago, and knowing that his re-election was hopeless, he could only pack up and leave to avoid leaving any loose ends for others to exploit.
Looking at the data CDs on the table that were to be destroyed, I suddenly remembered the USB drive that Fu Bowen had left me that day.
He had absolutely no recollection of where he had put it; if someone discovered what was inside, he would be truly doomed.
He casually tossed the cigarette pack at the man's face, leaving a bloody scratch. "Find it, find it for me, a white USB drive."
The man, despite being hit in the face, didn't complain and mechanically began searching. After looking around the room without finding the USB drive, Jiang Jiayao's face darkened. "Go, check the security footage. Find out who's been here."
"yes!"
The man went outside and, in a corner he hadn't seen, glanced inside the room.
The next day, as soon as Song Xingyao arrived at the lounge, she heard that a visitor had made an appointment. When she went to the meeting room, she found that it was An Ye who had come for an interview.
An Ye was as thin as a tree, her face pale, as if she hadn't rested well, but the makeup on her face still managed to cover up much of her fatigue and weakness.
But she's completely different from the woman I saw that night. It's only been a few days?
Song Xingyao didn't know what had happened to her, and as usual asked some simple questions.
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