When she opened the door, the man was turning the doorknob and pushing it in, so she was pushed by the door.
The man was very kind and reached out a hand to hold her.
However, it seemed that she used too much force, causing her to bump into him.
The stiff texture of the fabric was inexplicably familiar, vaguely reminding Yu Huan of the person who casually fed her in the narrow carriage not long ago.
It was the same feeling when she held his hand.
A not-so-good guess emerged in her mind, and Lu Mingzhang's unique low and hoarse voice, with a hint of laughter, sounded in her ears.
"We meet again."
Before she could fully react, she was pulled out and pressed against the corner of the wall outside.
The half-open door shook, but no one noticed.
She was dressed neatly, her slightly curly hair looking stylish and beautiful, and standing against the wall like a figurine. Clearly, she had become a rich lady again, and her past misery had vanished like a passing cloud.
"You run away when you see me. What's wrong with you?" Lu Mingzhang said with disgust.
The little zombie, feeling guilty, resorted to the same tactics he had used against Sheng Lang, feigning stupidity and keeping his head down in silence. However, this tactic didn't work on Lu Mingzhang, as he had already heard her speak.
"Speak." He poked her shoulder from time to time and pressed her.
Yu Huan wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his chin was pinched.
As if Lu Mingzhang had seen through her thoughts long ago, he lowered his dark and deep eyes, and raised the corners of his lips to smile in an ambiguous way: "You are so bold."
The little zombie had nowhere to turn for help and was sweating anxiously. Suddenly, he remembered what the system said, "Lu Mingzhang wants to be a father." His dark eyes looked straight at him, and his mouth turned into a reversed parenthesis.
Lu Mingzhang softened his grip and scoffed, "You're still feeling wronged."
"Huanhuan?" Sheng Lang came out calling her name.
The little zombie immediately turned his head and reached out to Sheng Lang.
Sheng Lang walked over quickly, took Yu Huan behind him, and looked at the man in front of him who had no known origin: "What's the matter?"
Lu Mingzhang looked at the little zombie who naturally hid behind others, and the smile on the corner of his lips became more obvious, but there was no warmth.
"What an ungrateful little bastard." He muttered to himself.
"Commander Lu? Commander Lu, what brings you here? Do you need any medicine? I'll go get it for you."
The researcher from the laboratory followed and came out. When he saw Lu Mingzhang, he immediately walked over and said.
"No need, just taking a walk." Lu Mingzhang said indifferently, "Is Professor Wen here?"
"Yes, please come in..."
"What happened?" Sheng Lang asked Yu Huan softly.
Yu Huan shook his head and spoke slowly: "Let's go home."
The little zombie can talk now.
Sheng Lang's eyes lit up as he looked at her. His handsome face, which was always cold, rarely showed a look of surprise.
"Okay, let's go back." He took Yu Huan down the stairs, his voice clear and gentle, "What do you want to eat when you get home, honey-glazed chicken wings or pan-fried cod..."
The two figures, one tall and one short, seemed strangely well matched, and the researcher couldn't help but feel envious.
"What is that?" The smile on Lu Mingzhang's face disappeared, and his deep and bottomless eyes turned to Sheng Lang.
"Oh, that's the young master of the Sheng family. He's very smart and intelligent, and he's also a rare psychic. Our professor has wanted to invite him to the laboratory for a long time, but he never agreed before..." the researcher said casually.
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Yu Huan is going to the laboratory to do various tests.
Some required drawing blood from multiple tubes; some required her to lie on cold equipment, with various lights shining on her; some required her to open her mouth, and some required a probe to be placed close to her heart...
Although they were all normal examinations, Yu Huan was still subconsciously afraid.
Human instinct.
After Sheng Lang took her there and asked her to stay alone for a while, she became even more nervous and frightened.
But not long after, someone patted her on the shoulder.
Yu Huan turned her head and saw Sheng Lang wearing a white coat, looking at her with gentle eyes.
He joined the lab and was in charge of her alone.
The little zombie was a little surprised and delighted. He pounced on Sheng Lang and let out a small cheer.
Not so scary anymore.
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There aren't many people in the lab.
Professor Wen is the oldest. Although he is middle-aged, his hair is already gray and he wears glasses with very thick lenses.
In addition to Sheng Lang, there are three other researchers who appear regularly every day.
Xiang Qinghe is their team leader, funny and capable, with carefully styled wavy hair and ten-centimeter high heels as if walking on flat ground, and he is in a hurry every day.
Maotantan is the youngest junior brother, with a baby face. He calls himself "senior sister" when he opens his mouth and "senior brother" when he closes his mouth. What he is best at is staying up late to complete tasks.
He Yunshan was a bit of a genius. He was always extremely focused when doing research, and no matter who talked to him, no one could divert his attention.
Several times when Professor Wen gave him instructions, he ignored them and didn't take them to heart at all.
In this way, Sheng Lang was actually the most normal person among them. Yu Huan seemed to understand why the professor made an exception and recruited him.
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After spending so much time in the lab, Yu Huan quickly became familiar with the place. After finishing her inspection and waiting for observation, she would wander around.
Drink a box of yogurt shared by Mao Baotong, and tell him that she will bring him something delicious next time; see what Sheng Lang is writing, and secretly hold his hand; go to the corner to find the almost invisible He Yunshan, and give him some daily encouragement; get rubbed on the head by Xiang Qinghe who passes by;
Also check if the potted plants on the windowsill have been watered and if the power supplies behind each instrument are properly plugged in...
In short, all matters big and small in the laboratory are under the control of the little zombies.
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