After marrying a wealthy vegetative person Chongxi[Transmigration Book]

"Oh my God!"

Watching the test tube explode in Jin Miao's hands, Cheng Yi immediately stepped forward to help turn off the alcohol lamp, frowning and shaking his head:

"This is one of the easiest experiments. What are you doing for four years in college?"

Since there will be a practical part of the exam in the future, Cheng Yi proposed to Cheng Yu that he hoped to rent a small laboratory regularly for Jin Miao to practice. Naturally, this trivial matter was easily allowed.

According to his teaching plan, it is enough to get started once a week to deepen the impression, but...

"Feel sorry."

Even though Jin Miao had memorized the operation manual by heart before coming here, he was still lacking in actual practice. He confessed to Cheng Yi:

"Half of the time in college was watching others do it, and I didn't practice much."

The middle school where he originally studied did not have the conditions to do experiments. When he went to college, the tutor saw that his foundation was so poor, so he simply ignored him. He was so confused until he graduated. Jin Miao had to start from scratch.

"Even if you are admitted to graduate school, this level of operation will definitely anger the boss."

If it weren't for Jin Miao's hard work and good attitude towards learning, Cheng Yi would have given up if he hadn't decided:

"Hey, I'll go out and call my brother to see if I can rent the lab for two more days a week, then we will adjust the review plan. You will practice a few times in front of the instructional video, don't forget the gloves and goggles .”

The rental experiment cost about 300 to [-] a day. Although Cheng Yi knew that it was just a small amount of money for the Huo family, he still couldn't bear it when he heard Cheng Yu ask, "Why don't I apply to the higher-ups to buy one directly? Is [-] million enough?" Resist the urge to turn into lemon essence:

Poverty limited his imagination.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, Jin Miao did not expect that he would be stuck here. The chemical industry has strict sub-categories. If he wants to engage in perfume research and development in a formal enterprise, ancient theories are not enough , must learn to use modern instruments.

Imitating the actions in the video one by one, he muttered words, and suddenly realized from time to time:

"It turned out that there was a mistake here."

"Okay, I've made an agreement with my elder brother. When I find a suitable laboratory, I will come here twice a week."

After finishing the phone call and returning to the laboratory, Cheng saw how Jinmiao watched the video carefully and started to do it. For some reason, it reminded him of a child who was going to school for the first time. He walked up to encourage him with a pursed smile:

"It's okay, hard work can make up for it. I'll find a reliable student later, and I'll take you through it all over again. Come on."

Unknowingly studying in the laboratory until the evening, Jin Miao hastily had dinner in the car, and hurried back to Huo's house to record a video of writing a copybook.

The day after he posted the video last time, Yi Shenyan sent him several messages in a row, showing his excitement. The content was nothing more than the popularity of his video, which attracted many audiences of all levels, and the copybooks were sold at high prices.

"Hi everyone, I'm Mr. Shui Qing, thank you for liking my video."

Sitting upright in front of the camera, Jin Miao is still trying to adapt to talking to himself in front of a small black block, with his back straightened and looking at the cheat sheet from time to time, making him look like a primary school student who was punished for sitting:

"Thanks to 'Hong Zheng Xiao Se' for the roses, thanks to 'Dong Wen Xia Qing' for sending the diamond ring, and... At the request of the research institute, my public account Shui Qingzi has been opened. If you want to read my poems or articles, You can go to the above to leave a message. So, what I want to write today is Wang Wei's "Passing the Xiangji Temple"..."

After finishing the day's "homework", Jin Miao was so tired that he fell asleep on the sofa, and his mobile phone rang inappropriately:

"Hello, is this Mr. Jin?"

Jin Miao cheered up: "Who are you?"

"My surname is Zhang, and I'm the vice president of the Art Research Institute. I want your phone number from Xiaoyi."

The person on the other end of the phone sounded about 50 to [-] years old, full of air, with a tone unique to guiding juniors:

"I've been following up on this project you're in. It's really awesome. Here are some suggestions for you. I hope you can show your face and broadcast live next time. It will be of great help to increase your popularity."

"Thank you for your suggestion. About showing your face and live broadcasting, I'm very sorry. My conditions really don't allow it."

Rubbing his forehead, Jin Miao restrained his displeasure and patiently explained:

"I will try my best to cooperate with your request, and I implore you to understand my difficulties."

"What are you talking about? We are also doing it for your own good."

There was an obvious sigh from the other end of the phone, and Jin Miao had the illusion that Dean Zhang's words sounded like Huo Xiaoyun, who was 30 years younger:

"Xiao Yi mentioned to me about you and the Huo family, but can't you communicate with them about such a small matter? Also, you know that one of the fans who gave you gifts is a person named 'Dong Wen Xia Qing'. The next time I saw your video, I immediately contacted the Academy of Art, hoping to meet you, when is your time convenient? How about the day after tomorrow?"

"Sorry, it's not convenient for me."

Refusing directly, Jin Miao took a sip of water and tried his best to sound calm:

"The work does not appear to be in the category specified in the contract."

"There is indeed a clause in the contract that says 'other tasks assigned by the unit', why can't you cooperate?"

The tone on the phone unknowingly became harsh, Dean Zhang sounded quite dissatisfied, and said in a deep voice:

"I know about your family, but maybe you should understand that even if you want to stay a widow forever, the Huo family will not always support you. Smart people know to find a way out for themselves. The person I set up for you A 'warm in winter and clear in summer' is a young talent..."

"Pay attention to your wording."

Unable to bear to interrupt his eloquence, Jin Miao's temples twitched, his face livid:

"I respect you as an elder and superior, so I don't want to say impolite words. Please don't mention this kind of thing in the future. It's getting late, so I won't disturb you for dinner. Goodbye."

Hanging up the phone with shaking hands, Jin Miao held his breath, and while packing up the calligraphy tools, he told Cheng Yi what happened just now.

"Woc, what a shocking fool!"

Hearing Jin Miao's words, Cheng Yi was beyond shocked, and couldn't help worrying about him:

"I thought that the quality of the National Academy of Arts would be higher. Talent and character really cannot be linked. If they continue to put pressure on you, what are you going to do?"

"In the worst case, we may have to start all over again."

Perhaps after complaining to Cheng Yi, Jin Miao calmed down a lot, and said lightly:

"It's a surprise that this project can add points. I didn't plan to count on it at first. Anyway, let's do it now. If there are any excessive demands in the future, this so-called 'calligrapher' is not appropriate."

"I understand what you mean. It's a miracle that this kind of pancake master doesn't get beaten up. It's just a pity."

Sighing lightly, Cheng Yi understood the feeling of joy in vain, and comforted him:

"Whatever you decide, I support it."

In the next room, Huo Xinhong watched the latest video of Young Master Shui Qing for the first time, and also noticed the ID 'Winter Warm Xia Qing'. He not only frantically swiped gifts in the video, but also left more than ten comments on the public account, many of which were obvious. teasing and pursuit.

"Boss, I heard something and it is necessary to report to you."

Still hesitating whether to find someone to find out, Huo Xinhong received a message from Cheng Yu about Dean Zhang harassing Jin Miao, and "Winter Warm Xia Qing" wanted to meet Jin Miao, at the end he asked for instructions:

"Need to follow up?"

"Please."

After reading the message, Huo Xinhong smiled instead of anger, thought for a moment, and added:

"I think it's time for the vice president of the institute to change."

Just typed the last word, suddenly a burst of dizziness hit, Huo Xinhong had to bear the nausea and lay down, wondering:

Could it be that the amount of exercise for rehabilitation today is too much?

After a while, Jin Miao dragged his tired body, pushed open the door, sat down beside Huo Xinhong's bed as usual, and whispered softly:

"How was your day? I..."

Sniffing, he suddenly fell silent, and his eyes fell on the delicate peace knot on the head of Huo Xinhong's bed.

His face sank a little bit, Jin Miao took a deep breath and stood up, and when he walked out of the room, he put on a cheerful expression, found Uncle Yan downstairs, and asked:

"I saw the peace knot on Xinhong's bedside. It's so beautiful. Where did you buy it? I want to ask for one too."

"Ah, those are the peace charms that the fathers of the two young masters begged for their brothers."

Seeing Jin Miao's puzzled face, Yan Bo looked around and said in a low voice:

"The master insisted on not letting him come back, so he had to send some gifts every now and then."

"Really? When I see him someday, I have to ask him for advice."

Calmly dealing with Uncle Yan, Jin Miao casually found a sealed bag downstairs, returned to the room and wrapped it in Ping An Street, and sent a message to Huo Xinyan and Cheng Yu respectively.

"Understood, let Luo Bin take mine for inspection later, I'll be back now."

When Huo Xinyan received the message, he was bored at the bar. He stared at the words on it for a long time before replying:

"Please take good care of my brother."

Jin Miao: "Don't worry, just in case, you can find a substitute driver, and pay attention to safety on the road."

Yi Jinmiao speculates that the rope of the peace knot should be soaked in a special potion, which will make people listless and even muscle atrophy after smelling it for a long time.

The incident with the essential oil last time hadn't passed yet, yet again, how anxious is Huo Yihai to kill these two brothers?

"When I think about it, I haven't given you a massage for a long time. I didn't do enough."

Can't help but feel sympathy for the two brothers of the Huo family. Jin Miao sat next to Huo Xinhong, carefully lifted the quilt, and said solemnly:

"If the force is too heavy, then you have to be patient."

Starting with the five fingers, Jin Miao follows the acupuncture points taught by the nurses, along the meridians, from the wrists to the arms and shoulders.

His hands were warm and soft, and his fingertips were walking on Huo Xinhong's skin, like a mass of wanton fire, spreading everywhere.

With his eyes closed tightly, Huo Xinhong held his breath to feel the temperature of Jin Miao's palm until he realized something was wrong:

Why are you taking off your clothes this time?

"Looking at this figure, it doesn't look like someone who has been lying down for several months."

Half lying next to Huo Xinhong's ear, Jin Miao exhaled gently into his earlobe intentionally or unintentionally, like a lazy and charming cat:

"I checked on the Internet, and people in a vegetative state also have that function. Why don't we consummate the bridal chamber today?"

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Huo Xinhong: In order to protect myself, I will help you!

Jin Miao: Go away!