His Wife Calls The Shots

Soon, the news of the establishment of the new creative comics club spread all over the campus, and everyone was very curious about the purpose of Tang Qianfan's practice.

When Shen Zhifeng and others heard about it, they were quite surprised, so they laughed and said that they were very childish, which was a pity with them.

Basically, I didn't pay attention to it.

Only Lin Zifan and Shi Yuqi paid more attention. One personally contacted Qianmiao to talk about related matters, and the other secretly followed, and a sense of anticipation was born.

And Qian Mian himself, still immersed in the Jingyun research room, focused on improving Bayi's dullness and stiffness. Compared with Xuan Se, Bayi is less flexible than human beings.

Fengxian completely left this company to her. The main business was managed by a dedicated person, so she didn't need to worry about it.

Jingyun's chief designer Liu Xinde spoke out his own experience and worked day and night with Qian Mianpao in the laboratory.

One week later, Bayi’s response ability has improved and reached the same level as the color of the dangling. As for other minor issues, Qianmian decided to shift his focus to the innovation agency’s robots before he had a clue.

That afternoon, she held a meeting with the members to discuss the reform plan.

The location is in the base of the Innovation Society of Beijing University.

This is the newly-applied place, the green garden, surrounded by secluded trees and shady trees. Although it is a bit far from the central square, it is well equipped for research work.

Bai Mucheng waited outside the gate for half an hour, but no one came out, but waited for the delivery staff.

A man ran out to take the takeaway, and when he saw him, he nodded and greeted: "Mr. Bai."

"Our president is not there?"

He didn't give her news in advance.

"Yes, but she is busy with meetings, do you want me to call her out?"

Bai Mucheng thought for a while, and said, "No, you think you haven't seen me."

He stepped away.

The boy was carrying the takeaway, confused.

After returning, he still told Qian Miao about the incident.

Qianmiao was about to look down at the drawing, thinking hard.

Hearing this, he took out his mobile phone and made a call to Bai Mucheng.

"Brother, look for me,"

"Well, it's okay."

"Does the crater have a clue?"

There was silence on the other end, but said: "No, there is no progress for the time being, just come over and ask to eat together."

Qian Miao took the box lunch that the members handed over, and said, "I have ordered a takeout, it will be busy tonight."

"Busy guy." He laughed, "Okay, busy first, and eat together tomorrow."

Qian Miao hung up the phone in a hurry and went to eat.

She is now devoting herself to research, and her meal time has been shortened from 30 minutes to less than 10 minutes.

In the past few days, I can't even go to the party.

On the quiet tree-lined road, Bai Mucheng looked at the call log, and Qing Jun's face appeared helpless.

"What about getting around, it's still thousands of miles away."

There were footsteps in front of him, and he looked up.

In front of him stood a 1.9-meter tall figure, tall and straight.

Suddenly, the figure bowed slightly, and the voice came out slowly: "Master."

Bai Mucheng passed by and ordered: "Go back and stay by her side."

Bayi maintained the bowing motion for a long time, until Bai Mucheng walked far away, then straightened up and walked to the base.

There is a small hill in the Cuiyuan, which was especially left when it was built, and a pavilion was built on it.

At this time, Lu Wanyu and Wei Wu looked at Bai Mucheng and Bayi, both faces filled with doubts.

"Did you hear that? Bayi called him, Master?"