After awakening the evil god, it was marked

At noon the next day, when Meng Qianlin appeared again, Xia Shuhe returned the unopened box to him.

After a while, she came back empty-handed, but her face was full of worry.

He Jiayun jokingly asked, "Why are you so sad? Did you break up with Liao Qifeng?"

Xia Shuhe smiled wryly and waved his hands, hesitantly glanced at Yan Zhijin who was drinking coffee and reading materials not far away.

Yan Zhijin seemed to have eyes on the top of his head. He had been concentrating on reading the documents, but when she saw them, he raised his head and asked, "What did he say?"

A layer of sweat leaked from the tip of Xia Shuhe's nose, and his tongue was fighting: "He said...he said..."

"Speak directly, don't worry about anything."

"He said, it wasn't given to me, so I'll give it back to him. He also said that he won't take it back. If he really wants to refuse, let the person refuse it himself." Her voice became smaller and smaller, "He He also said that I have no right to make decisions for others, and I don't know what other people are thinking."

Yan Zhijin smiled: "That's not what he said."

Xia Shuhe's eyes widened, she covered her mouth and looked around in panic, she managed to calm down after thinking for a few seconds, and said, "Oh, that's about it."

Yan Zhijin waved his hand, indicating that she could take a good lunch break, and then asked, "Is he gone?"

"Probably not yet."

Yan Zhijin nodded and continued to look down at the documents.

After reading the section in his hand, he closed the document and walked towards the gate.

Research all the special reception rooms for visitors, but Meng Qianlin is usually not there. He likes to hang around the gate to maximize the sense of presence.

When Yan Zhijin arrived, he was still waiting around the gate.

He was wearing a clean white shirt, his short fluffy hair was soft against his cheeks, his big and round eyes were moist like plump black grapes, and his soft skin was faintly pink.

His smile is young and full of vigor, and even the appearance of bouncing and changing his supporting legs after waiting for a long time is lively and lovely.

In his hand was a beautifully packaged box.

On the table next to him, there was another one.

When he saw Yan Zhijin, he squinted his eyes, obviously not very welcome, and waited until Yan Zhijin approached before he draggingly shouted hello to the teacher.

Yan Zhijin handed him the box on the table: "Take it back."

Meng Qianlin's smile disappeared, and she said a little irritably, "Teacher, I gave this to Assistant Professor Yan."

"He does not need it."

"Did he say that?" Meng Qianlin asked unwillingly, "If so, why didn't he tell me personally?"

"He never accepted it. You asked Xia Shuhe to give it to him." Yan Zhijin's voice did not fluctuate.

Meng Qianlin pouted: "There are many reasons why he didn't want to accept it. He didn't like it, he didn't want to accept gifts from students, or he was too embarrassed to accept them in front of so many people, or someone wouldn't let him accept them."

When he said this, he became confident: "Professor, it's not about studying all the regulations and not allowing students to accept gifts without permission. But this is not bribery. I'm not here to ask for grades or awards, but to express my love for teaching assistants. Why? Can't accept it?"

This is simply name-calling, Yan Zhijin refused Yan Hui's gift because he refused to accept it.It was Yan Zhijin who used his status to oppress Yan Hui.

When Yan Zhijin first heard it, he thought it was absurd, and even really thought about whether he had forced Yan Zhen.

He was sure that he had never done anything similar, and said calmly, "The institute doesn't have such strict regulations. The institute accepted the food you sent before. He didn't want to accept it himself."

"Then he should tell me in person," Meng Qianlin said in an aggressive tone, "Even if he didn't want to accept it at the time, it doesn't mean he won't accept it slowly. He put it there and doesn't take up any space. Interested!"

"The research institute has no place for this."

"Take it home and you'll have it!"

The more Meng Qianlin spoke, the more excited he became: "Is it because he has to return it, or is it that he didn't get this item at all? I don't believe he is so determined that he won't leave any leeway."

"The lunch break is coming to an end." Yan Zhijin put the box on the box in his hand and said, "Go back early."

Meng Qianlin slammed the box down, and said sharply: "Professor, no one is qualified to make decisions for others, even if he is your subordinate. Do you really only regard him as a subordinate?"

The box rolled a few times on the ground.

Yan Zhijin watched as it rolled loosely, and the flannelette inside leaked out.

He bent his knees, trying to pick it up, bent halfway, but straightened up again.

He said: "Whether you want to take it away is your business, and how you want to treat him is also your business. We have returned it to you."

He just wanted to go back, but the box was picked up by a pale hand.

Yan Hui closed the box and threw it at Meng Qianlin.

The box drew a beautiful parabola in the air and landed precisely in Meng Qianlin's arms.

He said, "Take it back."