The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 111 Star Territory High Level
He has long heard about the bandit attribute of "beasts leave their skins and geese pluck their hairs", but Hua Wei did not expect to be so stingy with his subordinates.

Perhaps because he remembered the students in his research room who were waiting to be fed, Professor Hua looked at the little supervisor with a little kindness, and said earnestly: "The professor will bring you a special product next time. I will give it to you, not your leader. "

"Ah... good, good."

Hua Wei, who carried the erhu on his back and went to look for the old man on the ladder, didn't realize that the supervisor who was standing there was already red-hot.

Professor Hua, who became the actual person in charge of the district at a young age, is used to being the protector of others, and sometimes he will habitually comfort his apprentices without thinking, but forgets that the people she will be talking to are about the same age .
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After getting off the ladder, there was still some distance to the century-old banyan tree. After a visual inspection, she decided to walk over.

The mobile phone in his pocket beeped a few times as soon as he reached an area with a signal. Hua Wei, who hadn't heard from anyone for several days, touched his pocket suspiciously——

'Suo Ying withdrew a message. '

'Suo Ying withdrew a message. '

'Suo Ying withdrew a message. '

'It's time for a report, and you let me go again. '

'[Smile]'

Professor Hua, who never admitted that he didn't want to work, immediately turned off the phone and put it back in his pocket, pretending he didn't see anything.

When she approached, the old man who was lying under the tree and taking a nap earlier now turned into a tablet out of nowhere, and listened to the Beijing opera singing "Yi Ya Yi Ya" with relish.

It seems that there is no one behind him at all.

But before Hua Wei could say hello, the old man spoke first.

"Are you going to the cafeteria again to find that old lady for an extra meal? Oh, it's still hot pot. She treats you young and young very well, unlike me, who even has to be scolded by her for drinking."

Hua Wei froze for a moment, raised his hand and sniffed the cuff.

It seems to have a faint smell, which should have been picked up during the conversation with Song Tongren in the cell.

But he was at least two meters away from her, how did the old man find out, dog nose?

But she still nodded politely: "Good afternoon, old sir."

Perhaps because he heard her make a sound, the old man turned his head and raised his eyelids to look at her. After examining her a few times, when he found that he was not wearing a badge, his face became a little more dignified.

"Aren't you from Wuyu? How did you get in?"

The generation of the star field is only a few years later than the research institute, which is different from the superficial pension behavior of the old men in the research institute; the old generation of the power holders of the star field, except for those who died accidentally, are all living in seclusion not out.

Although she just glanced casually just now, she didn't see any special badge on him; but, if she is not mistaken, the black wrist watch on the other's wrist is the second generation produced by her seven districts two years ago Defensive functional watch.

The audience is only the research institute and Star Control executives.

Then the identity of the opposite side is naturally self-evident.

She narrowed her eyes and replied, "I'm from the research institute."

"It turned out to be the people under the old man." The old man sneered angrily, turned off the Peking Opera angrily, and began to scold again: "You guys are doing research at a good level, but in fact they are just eating and drinking. Die; all the dirty work is left to us. Let’s not say [-]% in this area, at least [-]% are prisoners from your side.”

After a pause, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "If I'm not wrong, you went to ask someone in the cell for something again today."

Hua Wei nodded, and leaned against the edge of the flower bed, "We didn't agree, we failed."

The old man seemed to have expected this answer a long time ago, and the next second he said: "Hmph, I said that your research institute is a bunch of people who eat nothing, and you can't even win a quarrel."

(End of this chapter)