But not long after going to work, the legal department came to find Zhuang Yan, and respectfully presented the business card when they met, the person was called Li He, in his early thirties, in his early thirties, the wind and fire, the hairstyle was more than the spirit of the sea urchin, the smile was attentive, the pen kept pinching his hand, and there were no socks in the leather shoes.

"Section Chief Zhuang, the representative of the Ministry of Justice, Li He." He bowed ninety degrees and added dryly: "The legal department is subordinate to the R&D department, which manages intellectual property derivative issues, and has nothing to do with the grandsons of the law enforcement department."

Zhuang Yan glanced at the business card, accepted it and asked, "Oh, what's the matter?"

Li He pulled a chair and sat down, took out a large stack of documents from his briefcase, rummaged through them and said: "China's intellectual property protection system is still improving, but your achievements are protected first, we are responsible for applying for special protection for your intellectual property rights, and at the same time investigate and prosecute infringements to protect your interests." He hurriedly cleared out a few key authorization letters and pointed them out to Zhuang Yan: "The section leaders are busy with academics, so a special department will be set up to be responsible for these trivial matters. This is the authorization letter for the entrusted management of intellectual property rights, you signed, your hard-earned results are like put into the safe, once someone infringes, we will pursue the infringer's responsibility at all costs, and give you a satisfactory answer. ”

Zhuang Yan was immersed in the happiness of VV, with a smile in his eyes, glanced up and down at Li He, and greeted him while signing: "I'm too busy to even wear socks, I've worked hard for you."

Li He bit the cap of the pen and turned the page for Zhuang Yan, pointed to where to sign, and hurriedly said: "No way, there are fewer people and more wages, just to escort you." If you are an aircraft carrier, I am a destroyer, and it is enough to drink some soup. ”

Zhuang Yan nodded lightly and said continuously: "It's hard work, it's hard work."

Li He stood up and smiled gratefully: "It's good that you are as good at talking as you, some people are afraid of being stolen with their achievements, and they drag mud and water, so they don't want to sign it." Look at it, the section chief, you are so important, but you are indifferent to fame and fortune, and you sign it happily. People are really different from each other. Standing and licking his fingers, he flipped out the last copy, and read a line of words to Zhuang Yan with his hand: "Zi authorizes Li He of the Legal Department to read, inquire, manage, and hold accountable the corresponding intellectual property ......."

"Sign here, huh?" Zhuang Yan writes his name.

Li Hegong also signed it, covered it with a pen and said, "Okay section chief, if your results are used by others, I will help you sue his family for bankruptcy." Leave it to me. The background will send you an authorization letter in a while, just click OK. ”

Zhuang Yan saw him coming and going in a hurry, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Be lazy, go have a good meal!" Look at the skinny you. ”

Li He cried and smiled: "My work is like a medicine substitute, begging grandpa to sue grandma for her life, and I can't be idle." Then I'm gone, section chief! "I shoved the papers into my bag and blew them out the door like a gust of wind.

Song Dan passed by with the information, and when he saw Li He walking out, he didn't dare to go in to see Zhuang Yan, so he hurriedly grabbed Li He and asked with a straight face: "What are you doing here?"

Li He said with a bitter face: "Dr. Song, I'm here to ask the section chief about intellectual property rights, some property rights can stimulate the economy by making them public free of charge, but they need to be authorized."

Song Dan let go of him in disbelief, gritted his teeth and admonished: "I'll keep an eye on you in the future, be honest."

Li He smiled bitterly and scratched his head, striding the meteor in a few steps and disappearing. Song Dan stood at the door of Zhuang Yan for a while, closed his eyes and remembered the sentence in the court, "Wei Xu, Song Dan, Wei Mingxu", he lost the courage to knock on the door, and turned his head to leave without entering.

That sentence was said by Zhuang Yan after being fed sodium thiopental, which can be seen to be the truth. Hearing that Zhuang Yan actually hated himself, Song Dan had the consciousness of standing aside, and even omitted the hypocrisy of apologizing, hiding and not appearing, and from then on being a stranger seriously, it is the best apology if it is not an eyesore.

Zhuang Yan has been developing the second-generation cockpit connection technology and oxygen-rich liquid life support system step by step, which is the basic technology of the Angry Phoenix, so it is expected to be online in less than a month. By the way, he supervised the construction progress of the Iron Curtain project, time passed quickly, and the afternoon passed with his head buried in his head, and when he opened his eyes, it was a new dawn, and a week passed unconsciously. When Richelieu was training, he suddenly noticed that the VV classmates were refreshed, rejuvenated every day, and the heat was compelling, changing the expressionless iceberg and cold beauty, smiling when focused, and the demeanor was full of style, the silver hair was charming, like the slow motion of a soft advertisement, and the chatting jokes kept laughing colleagues like a spring breeze. It's different from the proud and reserved appearance before.

Richelieu secretly wondered if the best cosmetics were boyfriends, but he didn't dare to pray to the angel to give me one, and since then he has no desire to argue with VV, lest he enter this conversation when he is in the middle of a quarrel:

"I'm tall!"

"You don't have a boyfriend."

"I'm in good shape!"

"You don't have a boyfriend."

"Don't talk at the airport!"

"You don't have a boyfriend."

"Can you change your lines!"

"I'm thinner than yours at the waist, buttocks are lower than yours, and I'm less than forty pounds."

"Can I not lift ......my weight?"

"Okay, you don't have a boyfriend."

Because the odds of winning are meager, Richelieu is sensible and polite, except for the two of them gritting their teeth to win during training, they usually get along with VV.

After training, VV walked into the shower room with sweat and took a hasty bath, humming a song to enjoy the hot water.

There was frosted glass between the driver's showers, and VV vaguely saw a tall and plump shadow next door, knowing that it was Richelieu, and proudly knocked on the glass and asked: "Little angel, are you convinced today?" Watching my sister complete the S difficulty fighting challenge, was it scary? Be a wingman for your sister seriously, and I'll cover you. ”

The shadow over there suddenly froze, and suddenly two pieces of flesh were attached to the glass, and the man slapped the glass, and he could vaguely see Richelieu's unwilling expression: "Hey, I just didn't unlock the S-class challenge!" Give me a few days and I'll definitely catch up with you! ”

In the rustling of water, VV shrugged his shoulders and smiled proudly: "Admit it!" In addition to being a little more steady, you are actually a natural fool, and you can't catch up with me no matter what! Hey, you can eat with your face, so why do you have to fight with others. ”

Richelieu puffed out his cheeks and shamefully denied: "I'm not a natural stupid!" ”

VV sighed, closed his eyes to rinse off the foam, and said with a smile: "I don't know who accelerated and forgot to unlock, and instantly fell behind and made the coach asthma." ”

Richelieu was silent for a second, and then corrected him earnestly, word by word: "That's a coincidence." Poor button contact. ”

After VV rinsed, he turned off the water, wrapped his dripping body with a bath towel, and said when he walked out, "It's only called a coincidence." He lowered his head and smiled, and went out to dry and dress.

Richelieu's pressure increased sharply, and he didn't have the heart to wash, so he hurriedly dried and left, and when he went out, he saw a kind old aunt walking in with gloves, and asked Richelieu kindly: "Girl, is there no one in there?" ”

Richelieu knew her and knew that this was the old employee in charge of cleaning, so he hurriedly pressed his chest with a bath towel, blushed and nodded, and said softly with his back to the corner: "Hmm." ”

The old aunt pointed at her with her index finger: "It's all women, don't be embarrassed." Then I'll clean up early and leave work. He walked in with a smile.

Richelieu was tall, the bath towel was around the top and couldn't cover the bottom, nodded shamefully, wished that the aunt would go into the shower, quickly cover her chest and buttocks, trot briskly to open the closet, and take out the underwear and put it on.

The VV was already fully dressed, bending over to put on his boots, and Richelieu was running with his blonde hair swinging, and the pair of perfect spheres that were models of engineering were even more alive, showing off the beauty of physical motion. VV couldn't help but bow his head and muttered indignantly: "Next!" ”

Richelieu dragged the fat man to his waist and let go, "snapped" crisp and chic, and struggled to tie the cup buckle with his backhand, tirelessly, pretending to be relaxed and proud, sweating to show off and demonstrate: "Phew, if you can't eat grapes, you say that grapes are sour." "My arm was sore, and I finally tied the buckle of the D cup, thinking that this chest fell so that my back hurt and I couldn't get rid of it, Veneto was jealous of this, there was a disease. But that's all I have left at the moment, so I'm going to have to get back on the field.

So he wiped his sweat, bent down and rubbed his calves, frowned and whispered: "Why is it a little sour." Then she straightened her waist, twisted her waist, expanded her chest, jumped lightly on tiptoe, and moved for a while before putting on a tight suit, and then VV opened her mouth to see the pair of perfect balls with beautiful curves and white bras shaking and trembling together, completely refreshing her understanding of the beauty of object movement. In an instant, VV's heart was fluttering, and his mouth was dry.

After VV realized that he was in a daze, he had mixed feelings in his heart, licked his dry lips, and left silently with a bullied expression.

This time it was Richelieu's turn to be in a good mood, and she gently "hummed", and the pressure from VV dissipated, humming a small tune briskly, and happily wearing a tight military uniform.