The two continued to discuss what they had agreed upon earlier.
Before they had discussed it for a few moments, Mr. Lin burst out laughing. Before they had discussed it for a few moments, Mr. Lin burst out laughing again.
Lin Qingqing: “…”
It makes me happier than having a fat great-grandson.
The two of them barely finished the discussion.
The time came to o'clock.
Lin Qingqing had asked Jiang Haixia to tell her family that she would not be going back for dinner that night.
As soon as she came out of the research building, she saw Song Yiyuan and others downstairs.
Only Mr. Lin, President Shi, Director Lin, Mr. Zhang, and Song Yiyuan knew about the plan to use Country M as a wedding dress.
In addition to the five people, Ruan Shusen and Xiaomei were also present at the party that evening.
They were all core figures when the Medical Research Institute was first established.
At the dinner table, Ruan Shusen saw Elder Lin drinking one glass after another and asked in confusion, "Vice President Lin, you seem unusually happy today."
Lin Lao, with red cheeks, smiled and said, "The second group of researchers conducted the test a few days ago, and all of them passed. I'm very happy."
Dean Shi and Director Gu, who knew what was going on, curled their lips.
Drink a cup in silence.
Xiaomei also looked at the director in confusion and asked, "Master, don't you say you don't drink at all?"
Director Wang: "I'm really happy that the Medical Research Institute is expanding. Look, our Medical Research Institute has only been established for a little over nine months, and it has achieved such great success. How can I not be happy?"
Xiaomei nodded repeatedly.
Before she went to school, she thought these things done by medical research institutes and pharmaceutical companies were commonplace.
After going to school, I learned from my classmates and teachers how great the Tianying Medical Research Institute is, and I admire my cousin's abilities even more.
And more confident.
I remember that period of time when I stayed in the pharmaceutical factory day and night, completing one task after another.
I miss it so much.
Although working non-stop is tiring, I feel a great sense of accomplishment when I see the warehouse filled with medicines and boxes of medicines being sent to various state-owned pharmaceutical companies.
It also seems as if I have found the meaning of life and the value of my existence.
"I'm happy too."
"Bang~"
Xiaomei picked up the wine glass and clinked it against Director Li's glass, then drank it all in one gulp.
Lin Qingqing also smiled and clinked glasses with Mr. Lin on the left and Dean Shi on the right. Everything was in the wine.
Seeing that Lin Qingqing's cheeks were pink after drinking, Ruan Shusen raised his glass and closed his eyes, engraving Lin Qingqing's smile in his mind and numb himself with alcohol.
After finishing the wine, when Ruan Shusen opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear.
After the meal, Lin Qingqing and Song Yiyuan left the pharmaceutical factory side by side.
After drinking some wine, they both wanted to walk back, so they didn't let Liu Fei send them off.
The two men paced in the army. It was quiet all around and no one spoke.
These two were so busy that they never had a moment of peace and quiet.
Lin Qingqing recalled the day when she just turned 70, as if it was just yesterday.
"Qingqing, time flies so fast. Our children can walk now."
Song Yiyuan's voice was light.
His eyes were fixed on the distant starry sky.
Lin Qingqing's eyes were filled with stars. She tilted her head and looked at the man, and they smiled at each other.
"Yeah, time flies."
Lin Qingqing also sighed, and took the hand of the man beside her as she walked out of the army.
"There's still a long way to go, and we have a long way to go."
Song Yiyuan nodded slightly.
As long as I can be with Qingqing, life will be good.
The two of them walked and chatted in the night.
After walking a mile, Lin Qingqing squeezed Song Yiyuan's hand.
Noticing something unusual, Song Yiyuan slowly turned his head and looked at Lin Qingqing with a smile, asking with his eyes: Is there something wrong?
Lin Qingqing stuffed a pistol into Song Yiyuan's hand.
Song Yiyuan felt the coldness, his eyes shrank, and the aura around him gradually became cold.
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