Su Le sat on the bench and was silent, his black eyebrows were frowned, the corners of his thin lips were pursed into a line, and the cold blue pupils under the lenses were half-narrowed, cold and dangerous.

The man looked straight, and the ghost sent his hand out to touch Su Le's face.

Halfway through, Su Meng stepped forward and held his wrist tightly to curb his behavior.

"Who are you?" The man twitched his hand angrily, and found that he couldn't pull it back, and he couldn't believe it for a while.

Su Meng threw him away and threw him on the ground, with a cold and handsome face: "If you don't want to die, get out." ”

The man still remembered what to do to him, and a person came over next to him and pulled him to run, saying as he ran: "You don't want to die, the man in the white coat is Professor L, and the lord respects him for three points." ”

"Professor L?" The man muttered, a look of fear on his face.

He hadn't seen Professor L before, but he thought that the person sitting on the bench was too pretty, and he wanted to strike up a conversation to see if he could hook his hand.

The other side.

The anger in Su Meng's heart did not subside, he took a deep breath to calm down, and heard the professor on the side say softly: "I'm fine, don't be angry." ”

When Su Meng didn't go over just now, the man touched his face: "Professor, didn't you just dodge?" ”

Su Le pushed his glasses and blinked his eyes blankly and confusedly, covering up the deep malice in his eyes.

He had already thought of a dead end for that man, if Su Meng hadn't come over and pulled him away.

Su Meng sighed and said solemnly: "Professor, if someone wants to plot against you in the future, they will push him away, you know?" ”

Su Leya's black eyelashes trembled slightly, and a soul-stirring light burst out from the bottom of his ice-blue eyes: "Is Su Qing worried about me?" ”

Su Meng met his affectionate eyes, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly looked away, carrying two bags of vegetables, and said, "Go back, professor." ”

Su Le bent his lips, his gaze swept over the base of his red ears, and licked his thin lips.

-

Staying in the laboratory all day, Su Meng forgot that this was the end of the world.

Professor L does the same thing every day, monotonous and boring, but he is busy every day until the evening.

Waking up from the sofa again, Su Meng rubbed his sleepy eyes and raised his wrist to look at the time.

It's one o'clock in the morning.

He got out of the couch, the blanket that covered him slipped off, and he bent down to pick it up and fold it and put it on the couch.

Su Meng walked out of the lounge and heard a voice from the corridor.

"What's wrong with the professor? These days, it's like not dying, working overtime to develop. ”

"We don't need to interfere with the potion that was developed, the professor will be tired to death if he goes on like this."

"Forget it, it's none of our business, let's go, go back to sleep, it's so late."

Su Meng stood behind the wall and saw the two experimenters passing by him.

Retracting his gaze, he walked over to the lab and saw the professors working inside.

He worked here for several nights in a row.

Su Meng wanted to tell him to rest, but the professor always shirked.

That's not going to work.

He pushed the door open and entered.

"Professor." Su screamed.

Su Le stopped his movements, rubbed his tired eye sockets, and said, "Su Qing, you're awake." ”

Su Meng frowned: "It's late, let's go back." ”

Su Le shook his head and said, "Soon, I'm almost successful." ”

Su Meng's face sank, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and strode out of the laboratory.

Su Le was stunned, and said behind him, "Su Qing... Let go. ”