In this way, for this master, this day is wasted.

The coachman was a little disappointed and said with a forced smile: "I understand, Miss Zhuzhu, goodbye."

Ren Zhuzhu smiled slightly, waved her hand, turned and walked into the building.

Fourth floor.

Office of the Executive Director.

Hao Jing knocked on the dark red door, bowed and said, "Dr. Ren, there is a lady named Ren Zhuzhu outside, saying she is your friend..."

"Zhuzhu?"

Before she could finish speaking, Ren Tingting, who had always been calm, suddenly stood up with a face full of surprise.

Renjia Town is not a small town, and there is more than one Ren mansion in it.

Whether Renjia Town is big or not, several Ren mansions are related to each other.

Among the junior circle of wealthy country gentry, the one who has the best relationship with Ren Tingting is Ren Hongyang's daughter Ren Zhuzhu.

The two played together since childhood, and later went to study abroad together and attended the same school.

After studying for four years, Ren Tingting felt homesick and came back after graduation. After returning, she studied cosmetology and makeup and did what she liked.

Ren Zhuzhu, on the other hand, continued her studies until she recently obtained a doctorate in economics from our school before choosing to return to China...

"Zhuzhu!"

"Tingting."

Ren Tingting strode to the guest room, laughed and hugged the white-legged girl, her excitement palpable: "When did you come back?"

"I arrived home yesterday afternoon, and I came to see you today." Ren Zhuzhu said with a smile, "Isn't it interesting?"

Ren Tingting laughed: "That's interesting, that's interesting. Let's go and take you to my office to chat."

Ren Zhuzhu followed her, walking in the corridor hung with various portraits, and said with emotion: "Tingting, I heard that this building belongs to you?"

"Who said that?" Ren Tingting opened the door of the boardroom and laughed dumbly.

"My dad said, let me study hard with you."

Ren Tingting took her to sit on the sofa in the guest lounge area and poured her tea and water affectionately: "Uncle, I'm just kidding you. I'm just a part-time worker, I can only hold some shares."

Ren Zhuzhu pursed her lips and smiled: "I think so."

Ren Tingting pointed at her: "You...are you going back this time?"

"I won't go back. Fucheng is more prosperous than I imagined. It would be good for me to stay and contribute to my hometown."

Ren Tingting's eyes lit up: "How about you stay in the building and help me? You don't even know, I'm almost dying of hard work now."

Ren Zhuzhu waved her hand: "No hurry, no hurry, I just came back and I'll think about it again. Tingting, do you have time now? I want to visit Fucheng."

"You opened your mouth, even if you don't have it, you still have to have it."

Ren Zhuzhu took a sip of tea and stood up with a smile: "Then let's go..."

After a while, the gate came.

Ren Zhuzhu looked at the four suit guards following Ren Tingting in astonishment, approached her ear and said, "Tingting, isn't it?"

"This can effectively avoid a lot of troubles, such as petty thefts, libertines who deliberately lean on us, and molestation by the evil young man in this story. Although it is not a big problem, it will somewhat affect the mood of shopping."

Ren Zhuzhu: "..."

It’s been a while since we last saw each other, and my former best friend actually has the energy to live in a room with eight seats.

As Ren Tingting said, under the protection of four bodyguards who looked very difficult to offend at first sight, even though there were many people coveting them along the way, no one dared to overestimate their ability and come to cause trouble.

The two of them walked around happily all morning and got warm with a fragrant sweat. Ren Zhuzhu tugged on her clothes, turned around and said, "Tingting, I want to go to Feiliu Stream to take a bath..."

Ren Tingting wiped the sweat on her forehead: "Okay, I haven't been there for more than a year, so I'm going to relax today."

On the same day.

Half afternoon.

One of the three weirdos in the traditional Chinese medicine community in Fucheng, a girl in medical clothes carried a medicine box on her shoulders and walked slowly into the house. Before she even reached the main hall, she heard a burst of laughter.

"Dad...Uncle Mark."

In the lobby, the foreign man sitting in the guest seat heard the news and walked out, smiling heartily: "Qianqian, you are beautiful again."

At the main seat, the middle-aged man wearing a mandarin jacket shook his head: "You are so sloppy, I don't see any beauty in you."

Yun Qianqian resisted the urge to roll her eyes, ignored her angry father, and asked instead: "Uncle Mark, have you found a suitable zombie?"

Once in Master Yixiu's yard, Qin Yao said that they were going to deal with a royal zombie. Yun Qianqian suggested that bringing the zombie back for study was because of Mark's influence.

"There has been progress. If nothing unexpected happens, we can succeed tonight." Mark nodded, then looked at Father Yun: "Over there at the hospital..."

"I have contacted the hospital and reserved an operating room for you to conduct research." Father Yun said.

"good."

Mark clapped his hands excitedly: "I have extracted the data on vampires and mummies, except for Chinese zombies. After collecting the data on three mysterious creatures, I may win the Nobel Prize, and we will be prosperous by then."

"

Yun Qianqian is not interested in underdevelopment. With her current medical skills and status, even if the Yun family is ruined in an instant, she can still live a good life.

What really interests her are zombies. According to legend, the longer a zombie lives, the stronger it becomes. So is this a kind of immortality in disguise?

If the code of immortality of zombies could be cracked, the genes that could lead to immortality were extracted, and injected into the human body, what changes would occur?

After thinking about this research direction for a moment, Yun Qianqian became excited, as if she had stepped into the realm of gods...

at the same time.

Taoist temple in the mountains.

Wearing a dark brown shirt, he was picking his nostrils numbly. He was sitting on a wooden chair in the courtyard like an uncle. He was picking his nostrils and suddenly felt his feet itching. He took out the fingers that were used to pick his nostrils and started to pick his feet again.

"Oh~oh~"

Her mouth couldn't help but make bursts of comfortable sounds.

Inside the wooden hall.
Chapter completed!