"That's right." Qin Hai snorted coldly, "I can't stand it for a long time, do you think you can't do this?" Who are you fighting against? Since you have accepted Mr. Cui's help from the beginning, don't put on another face halfway, and you can't wait to draw a line with Mr. Cui and distance yourself. ”

Si Linjing wanted to say that she didn't, she never thought of drawing a line with Ah Jiu. The reason why she faintly controls the distance is that she doesn't want her heart to lose her freedom again.

Because she found that the more time she spent in contact with Ah Jiu, the more she couldn't control her heart.

After more than a week of indifference, she already felt tormented.

However, Sikong Jing didn't say anything in the end.

"You're right, then I'll call Ah Jiu now. I wonder if he has time to answer the phone right now? ”

"Yes!" As long as it is Sikong Jing's phone, Young Master Ah Jiu is free at any time.

*****

At this time, Cui Cui was leaving the personal office of the Institute of History, and he had the title of professor at Beijing University. However, he is mainly responsible for some work of the Institute of History, and he led the team for the restoration of the ancient city of Qin and Han dynasties.

In the past, Cui was leaving the old house, and he had always connected with this side by email, and the occasional video conference was only discussed by some old professors.

That is, he never showed up.

This time, in addition to looking for the inheritance mirror, I also planned to live for a while, just to preside over the work of the Institute of History.

Although Cui Yaoli did not show up in the past, Mr. Cui was thunderous in the research institute, and he was famous in the fields of history, archaeology, and antique collection. He has been praised as the most outstanding historian of our time.

The public's impression of him is that he is a respectable, but low-key, indifferent to fame and fortune.

One can imagine how big the shock was when Choi came to the Institute of History for the first time. From the janitor's room, to the cleaning aunt, from scholars, professors, research specialists to interns, college students have exploded.

It's been a week, and everywhere Cui Yao walks away, he can get a lot of amazing eyeballs and jaws that fall to the ground.

Every day in the office, there are people who find various reasons to peek by.

At this time, the old professor Jing Lihua was staying in Cui Yaoli's office with a dead face and refused to leave, and he refused to ask for an old face. Cui Yao, who let the Qi Cultivation Kung Fu come home, kept frowning.

"Professor Jing, aren't you busy? Don't have time to do it? Cui Yaoli asked lightly.

"Busy, but you're more important."

"I've already said that I'm not going to go to Beijing University."

"You don't have to go to class, you just go to a lecture." Jing Lihua came with a mission, and it is difficult to explain it when he can't complete the task.

"Sorry, no time. Unless I push off the restoration of the ancient city of Qin and Han dynasties, you find someone else to take charge. ”

"Don't, don't, don't." Jing Lihua hurriedly waved his hand, "The ancient city of Qin and Han Dynasty is a national key project, and the reason why it was proposed at that time and was approved was because of the gold-lettered signboard of you, Mr. Cui. ”

It's just that everyone didn't expect that the low-key Mr. Cui would be so young.

However, this week, Cui Yaoli personally proved that his strength is far greater than he thought before. The data collection and historical research progress of the ancient city of Qin and Han dynasties in the early stage were faster than everyone imagined because of Mr. Cui's personal participation in presiding over the work.