We are all reborn, who will be your control group?

"Since the adults won't care, why should they..." Wen Qin expressed confusion.

"It's because the adults don't care, so they don't get really angry, because there's no one to back them up." Xie Mingxia said with a smile.

Everyone knows that Su Tingting and Qu Jingjing are not on good terms, but the city of Beijing is so small, and the places where these people go to school, work, hang out and relax are so limited, so unless they deliberately avoid each other, it is normal to meet two or three times a day.

If they always shout for war and killing each time they encounter someone, how can they live like this? If they really get angry, who will cover the consequences?

"So both sides had this kind of elementary school-level quarrel, and it was unclear who was winning and who was losing. It was a public place, everyone saw it, and both sides saved face." Wen Qin continued to talk along with Jie Mingxia's words, and the more she talked, the funnier she found it. "So today, even Jin Xuedan and Wu Huayu, who usually don't talk, were so talkative. It turned out to be a play, and they have performed it many times and have memorized their lines."

"So we can't let you participate. Everyone knows your destructive power. You were brought here by Qu Jingjing. If you suddenly explode, will Su Tingting take over? If she does, Qu Jingjing will lose face and will probably ask for revenge. If she doesn't, she will lose face and I don't know if she can get it back."

"Are both sides treating me as a weapon of mass destruction?" Wen Qin was so angry that she almost laughed.

Xie Mingxia confirmed that Wen Qin's hair was almost dry before putting away the towel and taking out the comb.

Wen Qin's hair is black, shiny, and thick, which is exactly the dream hair of many people in later generations. Although Jie Mingxia doesn't say it, he loves it very much. If he sees Wen Qin washing her hair, he will never let her do the task of drying her hair.

Wen Qin tried to snatch it from him twice but failed, so she just let him do it.

Let him toss around on his head.

After finding out what happened between Qu Jingjing and Su Tingting, Wen Qin’s excitement wore off. She began to doze off, her head nodding.

Jie Mingxia reached out to hug her, but Wen Qin remembered the last time she made her late. She came to her senses instantly and pushed Jie Mingxia away by holding his forehead.

"No, you have to control yourself because you have an early class tomorrow morning."

Xie Mingxia felt that he was really innocent. Seeing him once a week was considered immoderate. He even became thinner due to hunger.

I simply picked her up horizontally and let her see what it means to be unrestrained.

Wen Qin struggled in vain and could only let it go. She became desperate and bit his hand hard.

Xie Mingxia didn't care at all and went to work the next day with the teeth marks.

Xie Mingxia hummed a song as he walked out of the house, went down the stairs, closed the unit's security door, and rode his bicycle shakily out of the yard and onto the road.

There was already a lot of noise outside. There was a small trading market at the door, where people were selling vegetables, buns, and eggs.

This was almost invisible half a year ago, but these spontaneous small markets are becoming more and more common nowadays.

I heard that the South is also preparing to establish a special economic zone.

Xie Mingxia had to admit that Wen Qin had a good vision. Xie Mingxia had already called Zhang Zhongxin and suggested that Wen Jie quickly open a shop. This kind of small business would not only not be labeled as speculation in the future, but might even become an act encouraged by the state.

Moreover, Xie Mingxia had already had breakfast at home, so he quickly walked through the morning market and entered another road.

This is an ordinary office building with the words "Didu Dongcheng District Machinery Factory Office" written on the door.

Xie Mingxia walked into the building as if nothing had happened. Two young men appeared from nowhere and said, "Captain."

Xie Mingxia nodded and entered one of the offices.

The office is very simple, with only three desks and a row of cabinets on one side.

Xie Mingxia sat down at the last table and began to look at the documents on the table.

If Wen Qin saw this, she would probably be full of questions.

Didn't Xie Mingxia work as a driver for his boss? Why was he sitting in the office reading documents?

Xie Mingxia had been dealing with documents for the whole morning before he stood up, picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair, and opened the door of the third cabinet. After a while, a car slowly drove out from another yard.

The car drove into a small courtyard that most people couldn't enter. After going through multiple inspections, it stopped at the door of a villa.

The old man holding a watering can saw Jie Mingxia getting out of the car and immediately smiled: "Xiaoxia is here? How is it? Is your wife still mad at you?"

Xie Mingxia was puzzled by the fact that his old boss always cared about his marriage life, but he still answered honestly: "Her attention is easily diverted, and she basically won't be angry for more than three days."

The old man laughed: "Oh, my Jingjing didn't tell me that. She said your wife holds a grudge and is willing to suffer any loss."

Xie Mingxia responded ruthlessly: "That's because she doesn't treat me as her own. There is a difference between insiders and outsiders."

The old man put down the watering can in his hand and said, "Oh, so you are still my wife, right?"

Xie Mingxia didn't care at all: "It's not impossible for me to be her good wife."

The old man was speechless: "You, you said last time that you couldn't let go of your sister, and now you want to be a good wife to your wife, how can you..."

Seeing that the topic was about to become a cliché, Xie Mingxia quickly said, "Old leader, I found something wrong."

The old man was choked by him. Although he knew he did it on purpose, he knew that business was more important. He put on a stern face and walked in with his hands behind his back: "Let's go back to the study and talk."

The bodyguard who had been standing quietly by the side looked at Jie Mingxia with admiration.

The only person who dares to interrupt the old man's spell when he enters nagging mode and succeeds is Jie Mingxia.

Xie Mingxia followed without a care in the world. When he saw the old man sitting down at his desk and putting on his reading glasses, Xie Mingxia took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

It was filled with the results of his work that morning.

After reading it, the old man took off his glasses and tapped the legs of his glasses on the table: "Our relationship with the West Coast is gradually becoming normal, and the country's borders are gradually opening up. Some people are getting anxious."

Xie Mingxia never expressed his opinions unless the old man asked, and the old man didn't care. Instead, he suddenly thought, "Is your wife studying computer science?"

Xie Mingxia looked at the old man warily: "Yes, but she has just started learning."

The old man glared at her: "What's your attitude? I'm not going to recruit her into the death squad. Don't be on guard against me with an expression that says I want to eat her!"

Xie Mingxia was very suspicious: "What are you going to do?"

Look, even your word is used.

The old man was so angry that he laughed: "Ask her to help make some connections. I want to meet with Lao Zhao from their school privately."

"Of course." The old man looked at Jie Mingxia with a half-smile, "She and I can meet."