The stack of dark red coins was deeply engraved in the old man's eyes, and in an instant, bitterness and bitterness came to his heart. His lips squirmed for a long time, but he found that the words of thanks were like a fish in his throat, and he couldn't say a word. In the end, he had to sit up on his knees, hold the roll of money tightly with both hands, and bow down to Nie Peng.

Nie Peng hurriedly grabbed the old man's arm, but found that he couldn't stop it at all when he was half-kneeling, and he was dragged together.

So the posture changed to kneeling, one worshipping, and the other supporting.

The people around them originally looked lively, but suddenly became solemn, and when Nie Peng struggled to hold the old man up, they found that the old man had choked to the point of convulsions, and there was a scene of tears and silence, like a drama with a pinched voice.

At this moment, the surroundings were silent, the street lights were dim, and the hustle and bustle invariably left this group of people, and time was stretched infinitely long in this world. This scene is abundant and complete, imprinted in the hearts of everyone, and plucks the strings that have been numbed by life.

Nie Peng felt an indescribable tranquility, and would rather kneel silently for a while longer, so that this silent melody could remain in his mind for a while longer.

But not as he wishes, a pair of supporting hands stretched out around, the two of them were lifted up from the cold ground, comforting, praising sounded endlessly, and then a small hand stuffed a few hundred-dollar bills into the old man's pocket, and everyone also responded, stuffing the banknotes within their reach into any pocket of the old man who could be touched, and then sent a few warm words, the hustle and bustle was pulled back from afar, and everything was vivid again.

It's just that no one throws money on the ground, and no one throws out one or two dollars...

Bidding farewell to the old man, the two left, and along the way, Jiaying held Nie Peng's hand, her eyes were shining, and the love she showed was even if she was blind. But Nie Peng looked thoughtful, as if he was pondering a profound mathematical problem. It wasn't until he returned to the hotel room that he didn't have time to take off his coat before he was pressed onto the bed by Jiaying, who rushed over, and kissed him frantically, so shocked that Nie Peng didn't know what was going on, so he was inexplicably dyed by lipstick Guan Gong.

It was easy to hold down Jiaying, who was out of control, Nie Peng was already out of breath, at this time he was as if he had just been ruined, his limbs were spread out and his back was paralyzed on the bed, and Di Jiaying, who was panting, was still pressed on his body, staring at him with blazing eyes.

"Hmmm... I love you to death ... After looking at it for a while, Jiaying buried her head a little embarrassed and rubbed his chest. Completely ignoring how much damage the makeup on his face caused to Nie Peng's shirt.

"What unclean things have you eaten?" Nie Peng looked at Jiaying, who was lying on his chest with unkempt hair, and stretched out his hand to press on her head and tried it, not feverish.

"Go! My aunt and grandmother are fascinated by you, okay. Jiaying's face was buried in his chest, and the voice was muffled, and the snort was hot and itchy through the clothes on the skin.

"Hey, don't make a fuss, the white shirt is all flowers!" Seeing Jiaying's eyebrow line scratching a black shadow on her clothes, I felt helpless for a while, and I didn't know what happened to this aunt today, on the way back, it was like a stuffy gourd, and this time I entered the door and it was sticky and wet, I really don't know what evil is wrong.

It is said that emotional women are the most charming, Nie Peng has no doubt, looking at Jiaying's red fluttering little face, feeling the plump touch coming from her body, resisting the urge to put her in the formation, she rolled up from the bed with a bone, shrunk her waist and rushed into the bathroom, listening to the laughter coming from behind her, and she couldn't tell if the small tent that was propped up was seen by her, and she was very embarrassed.

Unscrewed the faucet, took a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, his body was stimulated, he looked up at himself in the dressing mirror, and vaguely remembered the indescribable happiness on the way back from charity, as if he had found something, and he couldn't figure it out, but he felt that the life goal he had lost a few days ago seemed to be clear again.

"Nie Peng" Jiaying knocked on the door outside the bathroom, "I'll go change my clothes, come back in a while, and leave the door for my sister." Without waiting for Nie Peng to reply, he ran out of the room.

was interrupted by Jiaying like this, and the already ethereal thoughts couldn't be captured, so I had to take a change of clothes and start taking a shower, waiting for the female devil to be lucky at night.

It's more like misfortune to say it's a blessing.

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There is a full-time driver to drive, the way back to Qi City is naturally not so boring, sitting on the wide back seat of the raptor, Nie Peng's face is full of laughter, compared to him, the contagion of this smile is obviously stronger, more real, so that Jiaying can't see enough. So the big eyes kept discharging along the way, and the electric Nie Peng was crispy and dark.

After all, compared to the physical conquest of beauties, the sense of accomplishment of spiritual conquest is more exciting---- of course, Nie Peng, who has no experience in physical conquest, is not qualified to say this.

After the driver sent the two back to Qi City, he took the bullet train and returned to Shanghai, after all, he ate hard food, and these jobs were relatively easy for him.

Since he returned to the familiar territory, he also seemed handy to carry out the work, pulling a cart of goods straight to the factory, and when he arrived at the place, the decoration workers were preparing to get off work, so everyone helped Nie Peng unload a car of cultivation tanks into the workshop.

"Ahh It's work! Looking at the low-stress clean room and bracket assembled in a corner of the workshop, Nie Pengda had a feeling that everything was ready, regardless of the fatigue of the journey, he immediately put on a dustproof suit and went to the moon base to step on it. Jiaying stayed in the warehouse to help check the quality of the clean room and stands.

The plants in the sealed room are still intact, although it is not convenient to observe in Shanghai these days, but the sun light switch twice a day can still be guaranteed. Fortunately, these potted plants also competed, and not only did they not die of malaise, but because of the abundant light and low gravity, they became luxuriant.

found a place close to the sealed cabin, used the shovel left by the construction team to roughly level it, dug out the raised stones, and Nie Peng transferred it as a whole, fortunately, the calculation at that time was accurate, the volume of the entire sealed cabin did not exceed the transmission limit, otherwise this big guy with a length and width of nearly five meters and a height of nearly five meters really didn't know how to assemble it until the Year of the Monkey.

Pushing the glass frame from the inside, it shook slightly, but in terms of stability, it was enough, so he teleported back to carry the bracket and the culture tank over, and debugged the instruments inside one by one, and after seeing that the degrees were all normal, Nie Peng finally put his mind at ease.

At least for now, the infrastructure of the clean room is almost complete, and all that remains is the electrical connection, which can last more than 30 hours for the pre-installed batteries in each tank, which will be left until tomorrow.