Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

The few people who were still skeptical identified a person almost instantly.

Fuck! No way! It's really M!

F*ck, shit, shit!!!! My idol helps me solve work problems!!! Mom, I'm promising!

My god! Idol!!! How come! Oh my god!

Several people were almost incoherent with excitement.

What kind of existence is M, a talent that almost all companies want to grab, but he doesn't care about it at all. He joined a hacker organization a few years ago, and that hacker organization seems to have cooperated with A1 recently.

But he seldom takes orders anymore, but a person who almost disappeared recently wrote an email to help them solve their work problems! ! !

What kind of god luck is this! ! !

Wait, wait! Our new product hasn't been launched yet, how does M know about our new product, and can point out our loopholes!

Several people looked at each other and said in unison: He must have used our products!!!

Then if this person is not their employee, he must be someone who can be contacted! Otherwise, it is impossible to get in touch with their new products!

Quick, quick, quick, go check it out.

Several people got up and ran outside.

Everyone who has taken the new product has a record, and they will be able to find it after checking one by one!

Hastily! I don't want to meet my idol! God! Thank you! The world is worth it!!!

Slow down! Don't scare my idol away!

Go, go, M is not a ghost! I hope to find it! I must find it! I want to meet my idol! I really want to see what kind of person is so awesome!

When I rushed out of the elevator and went downstairs, I found that the door of the recording room was locked.

I forgot the time, it's already early morning.

It can only be tomorrow.

Wait, I'll ask Brother Zhang who is in charge of recording.

You're crazy! Brother Zhang's temper, if you call him now, he will scold you bloody!

Try it.

That being said, a few others did want to try it.

It is worth it to be scolded for an idol!

The last few people were really fucked up, Brother Zhang's violent voice echoed in every corner of the office.

But not for nothing.

Although he was scolded, Brother Zhang vaguely remembered that at noon a boy from the inspection department on the fourth floor called Yu and didn't remember clearly.

Then a few people hung up the phone and went home excitedly and didn't fall asleep all night, planning to rush to the fourth floor early the next morning to ask this other brother.

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In the early hours of the morning, a helicopter landed over the hospital.

Lu Zhiqiu stood and waited with a small box on his back, which contained the blood collected by Meng Yutang.

Lu Zhiqiu does not have such rigorous equipment here, and needs to be sent to a medical research organization for more sophisticated research.

The plane hovered steadily above the hospital, Zhou Beicheng jumped out of the cabin, the whistling wind whistled in his ears.

Aren't you going?

I have surgery tomorrow.

Zhou Beicheng nodded and watched as he handed the box to the person inside, and the two of them watched the helicopter slowly rise and fly away.

Lu Zhiqiu turned to look at him: Don't worry, Professor Tang's side is full of professionals. It doesn't matter if I go or not. I'll receive the data here so I can tell you as soon as possible.

Zhou Beicheng nodded.

He just thinks that people who trust him are more at ease.

How's the cutie feeling?