The people working in the research institute are all key talents of the country, and they must be on guard.

Hong Nianjiao didn't take the security guard in her eyes, and more than ten years of living as a wealthy wife didn't make her smarter, but it made her vision a lot higher.

The people who can communicate with the Wei family are people with status, and the security guards are just part-time workers, so what is there to be afraid of.

"Let's find someone, Lou Ange is an employee of your unit."

Hong Nianjiao opened her mouth, and her younger brother and nephews stood behind her to support her.

The security guard looked at the group of people in front of him who were brightly dressed, old and young, and did not look like ruffians.

But their posture of asking for guilt made several of them feel uneasy.

"We are a national key unit, it is strictly forbidden for idle people to enter, if you are looking for someone, it is best to call in advance to make an appointment outside."

The security guard kindly reminded that he hoped that this group of people could retreat in the face of difficulties and not affect Commissioner Lou, who had a promising future.

The research institute is not a museum open to the public, and Hong Nianjiao and his party have no reason to go straight in.

"Let the leaders of your unit come out, you employees seduce my son, you must give me an explanation!"

Hong Nianjiao took out the rules of the eighties and nineties and let the unit be the master, and strongly demanded to see the leaders of the hospital.

The security guard was troubled by her, what age is this, and some people came to the door to call the leader to call the shots.

Besides, the other employees of the research institute, they who are security guards may not know. But Lou Ange, a little girl, is a celebrity in the courtyard.

For a long time, everyone's impression of archaeological experts is that they are rough and rough, and when Shu Ange came to report to the research institute, it caused quite a stir.

At the beginning, there were also rumors that Shu Ange came to the research institute not for archaeological research at all, but purely to find a comfortable and lazy place.

Next, her outstanding performance "snapped" in the face to those who questioned her professionalism.

Since joining the company, Shu Ange is not afraid of hardship or tiredness, following the predecessors from all over the world, and also began to restore many silk fabrics from thousands of years ago.

In short, at the Chinese Academy of Cultural Heritage, there is no one who praises the three words of Lou Ange in advance.

"Eldest sister, if you keep talking nonsense, we will call the police."

Several security guards dutifully stopped at the door, and Hong Nianjiao and several people failed to get in.

Hong Baocheng scratched his hair and rolled his eyes: "Auntie, let's take turns waiting at the door, Lou Ange has to get off work." ”

"Yes, my second brother and I went to the back door to block it, so that she wouldn't slip away quietly."

"Baocheng is still smart", Hong Nianjiao praised her nephew, and snorted at the security guard, "No matter how noble your unit is, you won't let people stand at the door." “

After throwing away the words, the family blocked the front and back doors of the research institute respectively.

The security guards complained in their hearts, if this group of troublemakers came a week earlier, Commissioner Lou was not here, and they would not have to carry a heart.

Now Commissioner Lou has just come back from archaeology, and he has put this kind of bad thing on the table, so it's not bad to put it on anyone.

couldn't persuade Hong Nianjiao and her group to leave, so the security guard had to call Shu Ange to inform her of the situation at the door, and also sent her a few photos with Qiwei.

Shu Ange, who was holding a magnifying glass upstairs and studying the new archaeological discoveries, stopped what he was doing after answering the phone call from the security guard.

She clicked on Qiwei and flipped through the photos, with a puzzled look on her face.

The people in this photo, Shu Ange can really recognize three, that is Hong Nianjiao's sister and brother.

Wei Xinlei doesn't like to talk about her family affairs very much, but the two have been together for a long time, and she has also understood it intermittently.

For his biological mother Hong Nianjiao, Shu Ange had a hard time understanding her style of acting, and for the sake of insurance, he still wrote down the appearance of their three siblings.

Shu Ange considered that if he had to deal with Hong Nianjiao in the future, he could also be wary, so as not to make too ugly trouble.

But she never expected that Hong Nianjiao would come to her unit and ask the leader to take care of the fox spirit who seduced her son.

What is this, before she and Wei Xinlei crossed the road, someone jumped out impatiently to beat the mandarin duck.

Shu Ange was very curious, how did Hong Nianjiao find it, after Wei Xinlei returned to China, they met twice, and once at the banquet.

In order not to make it too ugly, Shu Ange threw this hot potato into Wei Xinlei's hands.

Twenty minutes later, a black Bentley stopped in front of the gate of the Chinese Academy of Cultural Heritage.

Hong Nianjiao's nephew borrowed a small chair from a small restaurant next to her, and she sat in front of the door moisturizingly, holding her mobile phone and playing mahjong.

After so many years of mixing on the mahjong table, her card addiction is not ordinary.

If it weren't for the vixen around her son, she wouldn't have wasted a lot of time here blocking people.

Hong Bao just squatted on the ground to fight the glory of the king, and when he raised his head and moved his neck, he was startled, and shouted tremblingly: "Cousin Leizi, why are you here." ”

With a "bang", Hong Baogang's mobile phone fell to the ground, and the villain on the screen was still fighting fiercely.

"Xin Lei, why are you here?"

Uncle Wei Xinlei seemed to have been immobilized, and Hong Nianjiao didn't care about playing mahjong, so she stood up from the small bench.

"Xin Lei, my mother wants you to die, and you haven't contacted your mother after returning to China for so long."

It's true that I want my son, and it's true that I want to dig money from my son.

Few people can withstand the ups and downs of life, Hong Nianjiao has been going more and more deviant since her divorce, and her brain is a little abnormal.

She always felt that Wei Guoan was sorry for her, the Wei family owed herself, and her son was instigated by his stepmother to refuse to meet him.

I have never reflected on what kind of psychological shadow and burden she brought to Wei Xinlei.

Wei Xinlei didn't wear a suit today, sweatshirt white T plus flannel slacks, with dark blue sunglasses, casual and handsome.

He took off his sunglasses and looked at Hong Nianjiao with cold eyes.

If you look closely, the facial contours of the mother and son are somewhat similar, and the noses are also very similar.

Wei Xinlei's appearance concentrates the advantages of Wei Guoan and Hong Nianjiao, and his appearance is higher than the two of them when they were young.

Hong Nianjiao was a little weak by her son, and quit the APP that kept urging her to play cards: "Xin Lei didn't go to work today, it's almost noon, Mom invites you to dinner." ”

"Who told you to come here?"

Wei Xinlei was concise and to the point, and did not give Hong Nianjiao a chance to be sloppy.

Hong Baogang rubbed his finger against his nose and said with a smile: "My cousin is getting more and more handsome, like a big star on TV, let's talk in a different place as a family, so as not to make people laugh." ”

finally saw her son, Hong Nianjiao pushed back the matter of finding Shu Ange's stubble.

Anyway, the little vixen's unit is here, and the monk can't run the temple if he can run.

"I'll ask you again, who told you to come here. If you don't say it, don't appear in front of me again. ”

Wei Xinlei had a straight face, and his expression froze into ice.

Hong Nianjiao panicked, scared, and pressed her hand on the corner of her skirt like a primary school student.

(This plane is written for a long time, it's almost over~)