I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

Wen Gui smiled and sighed, and said helplessly, "This should be a confidential project, but... hey, there's nothing to keep secret, I can guess it."

"I'm a volunteer. The voluntary project comes from a scientific research institution—forgive me for not being able to say its name. The project content is the fusion and rejection of egg cells. I don't understand those professional terms."

"It probably means black technology. They took my lover's egg cells, stripped the cytoplasm and kept the nucleus, and implanted them into my egg cells. They cultured them in vitro until the embryos began to grow, and then moved them into my uterus."

Song Qingyue's eyes slowly widened, and he stroked her stomach cautiously in surprise, "That is to say, this is your and your partner's child? Is it completely your child?"

Wen Guixiao nodded his head proudly, the dimple on his right cheek looked particularly pleasing, "Yes!"

Lin Qingqian had long stretched out her arms helplessly, hugging the child who jumped over from the tiger.

Song Qingyue hooked Lin Qingqian's waist with his long legs, and rubbed his head next to her ear, shouting loudly, "Lin Qingqian! Did you hear Lin Qingqian!"

"I heard it, I heard it." Lin Qing smiled a little more realistically, and her wrist was tightly tightened.

The child's head was suddenly stuck in front of her forehead, and the mouth reached to the tip of the ear, "We can also have one, completely, our child!"

Lin Qingqian's eyes softened, looking at Song Qingyue's excited gaze, slightly parted red lips, wanting to lean in and kiss her.

"Hey, Mr. Lin, Qingyue." Wen Guixiao felt that he shouldn't speak at this time, but he had to interject, "My suggestion is that you two should not do this now."

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyue slid off Lin Qingqian's body, and ran up to Wen Guixiao's body with sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

Wen Guixiao hesitated for a while before slowly saying, "Because this technology is very immature."

"Whether there will be rejection, whether the child will have congenital diseases, these are not clear."

"I don't know what she will be like when she is born in the future. Regardless of our own wishes or the contract signed with that scientific research institution or the promise that we cannot abandon this child."

"It doesn't matter what she looks like, tall or short, healthy or frail, we'll raise her."

Song Qingyue's excitement, which was about to boil, slowly cooled down.

Wen Guixiao gritted his teeth, and continued to tell the uncomfortable fact, "But, if it's your two children, you must consider health issues."

Such a big Lin, if this child is born, Lin will be hers.

Still calm, Lin Qingqian took Song Qingyue's hand and squeezed it into his palm, "What is the probability of congenital disease?"

Wen Gui smiled helplessly: "More than 80%."

The two fell silent at the same time.

Song Qingyue knew very well that Lin Qingqian didn't know how to gamble, nor could he afford to gamble.

"Hey, what a big deal." She patted Lin Qingqian boldly, with a smile on her face, "If it doesn't work, just adopt one."

Lin Qingqian stared at her innocent smile and felt a pain in her heart.

One second saw hope, the next second it was stifled.

She also loves children so much.

"We have to believe in the speed of technological progress." Lin Qingqian was silent for a while, then gently rubbed her soft long hair, comforting her and herself, "Maybe it will be ready in a few years?"

Probably because Wen Guixiao was pregnant, and also because of the special significance of the child in her womb, Lin Qingqian was also kind to her a lot.She warmed three glasses of milk for the three of them, and sat on the balcony, looking at the sparkling sea under the night, as if she was in the Milky Way, surrounded by stars all over the sky.

Lin Qingqian's anxiety and tyranny hidden in her heart slowly disappeared because of this peaceful night.

"How old are you this year?" Song Qingyue drank warm milk from Lin Qingqian's hand, looked at Wen Gui curiously and smiled.

"24." Wen Guixiao also sipped his milk, "Doesn't it look like it?"

"Yes," Song Qingyue nodded honestly, "Looks like a high school student. I was shocked when you said you were pregnant."

"But 24 is quite young," Lin Qingqian joined the discussion, "Why do you think of getting married and having children?"

Wen Gui laughed, the woman whose name included a smile smiled even more gently at this time, looking at the sea in the distance, her eyes were bright, "Because I will recognize her in this life."

"So I want to marry her, I want to have our own children, I want to grow old with her, and I want to do all the good things in the world with her."

She turned her head and looked at the two of them, "You know, before I met her, I thought marriage sucks, it's just letting me give up my personal rights and reach a social contract with someone, but Why should I give up my personal rights?"

She turned her head to look at the sea again, her dimples were filled with the aging wine of happiness, "But after meeting her, I understood that there is such a person who makes you want to give everything to her willingly."

Song Qingyue pinched Lin Qingqian, leaned over and whispered, "Look at him."

She didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Lin Qingqian understood her eyes.

Look at what it looks like when you propose.

Lin Qingqian pressed the person on her lap, and the child really lay down.Feeling the steady heartbeat of the person in her arms, Lin Qingqian leaned over and said softly, "I will give you everything I have."

As long as you want, I will give you anything.

"Ah!" Wen Guixiao finished recalling the happy episode, only to realize that there was no sound behind him, turned his head, and saw the two people who were looking at each other - Song Qingyue was still lying on Mr. Xiao Lin's lap.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see anything, you continue!" She covered her eyes with her hands, but she could swim goldfish between her fingers, and grinned from the corner of her mouth to her ears.

Lin Qingqian coughed twice, pulled Song Qingyue up and was about to run, "It's getting late, let's go back to sleep first and I won't disturb you, have a good rest and see you later!"

Song Qingyue broke away from her hand, "You go back first, I have a question to ask Sister Xiao."

Wen Guixiao shrank back, feeling a murderous intent coming from Boss Xiaolin.

Lin Qingqian's eyes were deep and far-reaching, and the meaning was unclear, "Then let's interrupt for a while, if you have something to ask quickly."

"Hey," Song Qingyue pushed Lin Qingqian, who seemed to be nailed to the ground, and coaxed softly, "You go back first, I'm going to ask about business."

Lin Qing pursed his lips, "Can't I listen to the business?"

"No, no, I'll tell you later." Song Qingyue patted her on the head, "Go back and wash up and wait for me."

Lin Qingqian dawdled, turned her head three times a step, and walked away with heavy steps, as if she was not in a good mood.

"Huh," Song Qingyue let out a sigh of relief, turned to look at Wen Gui with a smile, "Sister Xiao, what's the situation with that person tonight?"

Wen Guixiao never expected Song Qingyue to ask such a question, he was a little confused: "What did you say?"

Song Qingyue sat on the chair and said softly: "The tourism industry here is quite developed. The aborigines will not be poor no matter what. Why, along the way, I saw a lot of, um, not so decent aborigines."

Whether it is dressing or acting, it is not so decent.

They are all terrified and flustered, and are out of place in this clean and tidy city.

Wen Gui opened her mouth with a smile, and then sighed, "Qingyue, I can only say that this is not our country, not the country where everyone can survive as long as they work hard." She shook her head, "I didn't come here once or twice. Well, I can only say that what we see and visit are all in the scenic area.”

"The entire urban area, or this island in this country, is part of the scenic spot. The infrastructure here is complete, the security is good, and the roads are clean, but do you know what other islands look like?"

"There is no mobile phone signal there. The roads are all dirt roads. When it rains, there is mud. Every household smells fishy, ​​and it can't be dissipated. Occasionally, there are gamblers who come to this island by boat to "try their luck". Let's see today. It was a young guy who arrived."

Song Qingyue couldn't hear anything in his tone, "Sister Xiao, what did you do when you fell behind?"

Wen Gui looked at her with a smile, a little surprised, "Have you discovered this?"

"I think that although he admitted his mistake, but he didn't achieve his goal, he will definitely not stop. If he finds it again on the road, he will send it to the police station." Wen Gui smiled and flipped through the phone album, "You know that too , We always can’t recognize the faces of Caucasians, and I’m already face-blind, so I can’t recognize them even more, so I took a picture.” She handed over the phone, “Here, take a look.”

Song Qingyue took over.

Originally, the street lights were dim, and nothing could be seen clearly. Now, under the flashing light, a short but vicissitudes of life looked at the camera lens in horror, with helplessness and madness in his eyes.

The island is in the southern hemisphere, and it is summer at this time, but he is wearing a tattered thin padded jacket, and the original color cannot be seen.

"For them, one piece of clothing a year is enough, as long as they can survive the coldest time." Wen Guixiao seemed to see her confusion, and explained softly.

Song Qingyue nodded silently, "I understand."

In those scattered childhood memories, my mother seemed to wear the same clothes.

"I see." The corners of her mouth curled, but without a hint of a smile, she handed the phone back to Wen Guixiao, and then cheered up again, "Let's get down to business, Sister Xiao, you should be quite familiar with this place, right?" .”

"Well, it's alright."

"I want to ask you to do me a favor."

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Song Qingyue pushed open the door, and saw Lin Qingqian almost lying on the floor-to-ceiling window, pouring milk into her mouth like a drunk, extremely depressed, like a frost-beaten eggplant.

"What's wrong?" She laughed, walked to Lin Qingqian's side, and stuffed her fluffy head into her arms, "I've only been alone with Sister Xiao for 3 minutes, is it worth it?"

Lin Qingqian raised her eyelids, glanced at her, and quickly put it down again. Her tone was unrecognizable, but the whole person revealed the message of "come and coax me", "You have something to hide from me."

Song Qingyue coughed twice, held her face in his hands, "Hey, you'll know what's going on soon."

"Really?" Lin Qingqian was dubious.

"Really." Song Qingyue chuckled lightly, making quick calculations in his mind.

In order to make Lin Qingqian forget about this matter, she had to replace it with another matter.

"Sister," the child's voice was soft and soft, touching Lin Qingqian's ears like a feather, "The jet lag is not over yet, so I can't sleep."

Lin Qingqian hooked her waist, and quickly hugged her, "Then exercise for a while?"

The curtains were lowered, and Song Qingyue grabbed the pillow tightly with his hands.

Lin Qingqian held her ankle, feeling the rhythm of the muscles and bones between the movement and the stillness.

The turbulent waves on the sea slowly calmed down, Lin Qingqian went upstream, parted the child's stiff fingers, clasped them in the palm, and kissed the corner of her lips lightly.

"Sister, can you rest for a while? My back hurts." Song Qingyue kissed Lin Qingqian's wet face flatteringly, panting for mercy.

Lin Qing raised her eyebrows, meaning unclear, "Yes." She picked him up again and walked into the bathroom.

"If you say you want to take three showers, then you have to take three showers today."

There was also the sound of crashing waves from the bathroom, mixed with begging for mercy and murmurs.

Say three times, three times, Mr. Lin will never break his promise.

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When Mr. Lin was "full of wine and food" and fell asleep soundly, Song Qingyue secretly opened his eyes, put Lin Qingqian's hand aside, and tiptoed out of bed.

As for the incident where his legs were weak and he almost staggered, Xiao Song said that it never happened.

She did not know where to take out the soft ruler that she had prepared a long time ago, carefully peeled away the root of Lin Qingqian's middle finger, circled it around, and made a record.

The author has something to say: Xiao Song is not stupid and sweet, hum