Huo Ye’s Little Wild Cat is Fierce and Cute

Seeing so many people, the director of the research institute ran to Lab 2 and he was a little moved.

However, after a while, the researcher who had gone to Lab 2 came back.

"The words on the whiteboard have been erased, Madam, did you really write the analysis formula of RE03 virus on the whiteboard?"

Before the researcher could speak, he was bumped with his elbow by the person behind him, beckoning him not to question the mistress's wife.

Although they are not convinced, Jiang Suisui can parse the RE03 virus formula.

Moreover, the whiteboard in Lab 2 had been wiped clean, and they couldn't personally identify whether the whiteboard was written by Jiang Sueseui.

But dismantling the platform in person is always bad.

The researchers lowered their heads in silence and stopped talking.

They do not believe that Jiang Suisui has the ability to analyze the RE03 virus.

She didn't take it seriously. If she talks too much about the virus, her other identity will be exposed.

She told the director, "I'm back to the villa, and I'm nervous about the C673 virus research, please let me know at the first time."

The director personally sent Jiang Suisui away. As soon as they left, the researchers in the laboratory started talking in a low voice.

"Is the mistress's wife lying to us? She only went to Lab 2 for a short while and wrote the analytical formula of the RE03 virus?

Isn't it impossible? !

I heard that Xing Yao studied the analytical formula for three or four months, but failed to analyze it. She also just worked out the analytical formula yesterday. "

"We can't check and monitor for this, right?

If you checked the surveillance and found that the wife of the mistress did not write an analytical formula for the RE03 virus, wouldn't it be embarrassing? "

"Hey, by the way, Xing Yao." A researcher raised his head and called out Huo Xingyao:

"The whiteboard in Lab 2 belongs to you. Did you take a picture when you erased the text on it?"

Huo Xingyao's shoulders trembled slightly, she turned her head, and when facing the few researchers, her face still had a bright smile.

"I wiped the whiteboard clean. I took pictures. It's just that, you must not pass it on."

Huo Xingyao said she took out her mobile phone and showed it to other researchers.

In the photo, the handwriting on the whiteboard is exactly the same from top to bottom. Researchers who are familiar with Huo Xingyao know that this is what she wrote.

"Hey, the analytical conclusion of the RE03 virus was written by Xingyao, right? What did the mistress say, did she write the conclusion on the whiteboard?"

Huo Xingyao immediately made a silent gesture to the opponent.

"Don't say anything about this, the mistress is also for her own face to be able to hold on to it."

The researchers reacted instantly, and some people sneered with disdain.

"Madam mistress is smashing the face to fill the fat man. She should know that the whiteboard is full of writing, and it will definitely be erased soon.

She casually said that when we went to see it, the evidence would have been destroyed long ago. "

"The vanity of the mistress is really strong."

"After all, they don't have much cultural knowledge and music specialties. I guess the mistress's wife didn't want us to look down on her, so she made up lies to deceive us."

Instead, Huo Xingyao calmed them out, "Okay, stop talking about the mistress, the people in the law enforcement department know that you all have to be punished!"

Some people still complained unconvincingly, "Only the simple-minded and well-developed martial artist like Ah Ba will worship the mistress's wife."

"The wife of the mistress probably doesn't know that the researcher in the laboratory has an average IQ of 185 or more. She is a music student and commented on Xing Yao's doctoral-level dissertation, which is so funny!"

Huo Xingyao looked at the Jiang-year-old researcher who was still complaining with a helpless smile.

It's just that she smiled, thinking about the whiteboard in Lab 2 and she couldn't laugh again.

Her hands were folded into fists, and her nails were pinched into the heart of her hands.

The secret on that white board will be hidden by her forever, and she will never let the second person know the truth!

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