After I lost my job, I started to get rich from plane trading.

Zhu Lin knew as soon as he heard that Mo Qinglan was trying to squeeze him, and his little thoughts were pointed out, and he felt a little embarrassed on his face.

"Then can't you change the place? It has to be in my office."

"Isn't that the land in my laboratory that was finally cleared and occupied by you with your things? Where can I find another place?" Mo Qinglan got angry when he mentioned this.

The land where he used to build his laboratory was chosen by himself. It was outside the station. Although the pollutants there were not too high at that time, they were not small either. He spent a lot of effort to clean them out.

He did recruit a few people to help him at that time, but they were paid by him!

Good luck to Lin. As soon as the riot was over, when people resumed their duties and started to clean up the station, they saw that there were less pollutants in the area of ​​​​his laboratory, so they immediately had people clean it up, and then threw everything in the warehouse there. .

He had checked it all, and there was obviously nothing containing contaminants in the warehouse. This guy did it on purpose. He still remembered that he refused to join the job!

The reason why he did what he did today was partly due to the adjutant's instigation, but also partly because he figured out Zhu Lin's flirtatious behavior during this period.

Even if the adjutant didn't instigate him, he would still find a way to pay Zhu Lin back.

Now it seems that they are indeed old friends, and the adjutant's method is really effective in irritating people.

Of course, this "person" specifically refers to Zhu Lin.

"Okay, okay, I understand. Once the guard box is cleared, I will have someone rebuild the warehouse and move your area out." Zhu Lin felt that he shot himself in the foot this time, and he didn't You know who gave Mo Qinglan the idea to do this to him.

Outside the infirmary, the adjutant, who was walking leisurely and supported by Doron, felt his nose was a little itchy and sneezed hard.

"Ah - I owe -"

The range of movement was a bit large, and it stretched the wound on the back of his neck, causing him to gasp in pain.

"hiss--"

"Adjutant, why don't we go back? It's windy outside. What if your injury doesn't heal and you catch a cold again?" Duolun persuaded.

"I don't! How strong is the wind?" The adjutant pointed at the flag whistling in the wind and told lies with his eyes open.

Doron: ...

"Sir, your recovery is progressing well and you can go back to work next week. You don't want to go to work sick, right?" Duolun persuaded from a different angle.

"Bah! He's just jealous that I have a vacation!" The adjutant became excited when he mentioned this.

Duolun saw that he was about to jump, so he quickly went up to help him to prevent him from falling.

However, his actions were a bit redundant. The adjutant's eyes rolled around, and he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly calmed down, then quickly withered, and his body fell against Duolun, looking extremely weak.

"Quick! Help me back! My wound is torn!"

"What?" Duolun was shocked, and without helping him, he packed up the person and rushed to the infirmary.

In the infirmary, Lawrence was in a good mood. He had been very relaxed these two days. Those little bastards had almost recovered. He could also change medicines and so on, so he didn't need to worry.

But obviously, his good mood could not last long.

because--

"Lawrence! Come on! The adjutant's wound is open!" Doron's voice passed through half of the medical room and reached the office.

The smile on Lawrence's face was taken away before he could show it, and he immediately picked up the medical kit and walked out.

"Damn it, what is this guy doing?"

There was no one else in the infirmary now. Duolun didn't need to worry about disturbing other people, so he came all the way shouting.

"Lawrence, come on -" the voice came again.

"Shut up! I'm here!" Lawrence said, interrupting Doron's attack on his ear.

"What's going on? You two are so old, why did you inflict wounds? You really think you have a long life, don't you?" Lawrence cursed.

"No, it was just a sneeze. The movement was too big and it hit the back of the neck. Besides, there's nothing I can do about the sneeze." The adjutant looked innocent.

"Let me take a look." Lawrence leaned over to see the wound.

Judging from the look of this guy, there must be nothing major wrong with him. We still have to look at other things.

"Hmm... It's not obvious. I need to uncover it and take a look." As he said that, he went up to remove the adjutant's portable medical protection device.

"No, no, no." The adjutant quickly took two steps back.

"Huh?" Lawrence knew something was going on when he saw him like this, and looked at him suspiciously.

"I think it's just a little bit painful, nothing major, that's right. I feel like I need to rest for another week to fully recover," the adjutant said.

Seeing him like this, how could Lawrence not understand his wishful thinking?

"You go out first, and I'll take a look at him later." Lawrence said and sent Doron out.

"Okay, call me if you need anything." Although Duolun was a little confused, he still walked out.