Dr. Jiang Is Pregnant With His Nemesis's Child

Thirty three

Early in the morning, the harsh doorbell made Jiang Xu feel sleepy at all. He yawned. It was rare to have a day off in the morning. As a result, the uninvited guest woke up before eight o'clock.

Who came to his house so early?

Jiang Xu opened the door with a blank face, and every eyelash was full of irritability. Outside the door stood a young man in black, carrying a large bag of things in his hand, holding □□ and Xiao Bener in his hand. He carefully asked, "Is Professor Shen there?"

Jiang Xu turned his head and shouted to the room, "Shen Fangyu!"

No one answered.

Jiang Xu resisted the impulse to roll his eyes.

Shen Fangyu's sleep quality is really confusing. He said he could sleep, but in the past few days, every time Jiang Xu had a cramp at night, as long as he threw the pink rabbit under the bed, Shen Fangyu could immediately wake up and press his legs. It can be said that he slept lightly... Just like at this time, he couldn't wake up at all.

"Let me sign it for him." He asked the young man, "What is it?"

"It's just some experimental instruments, pipettes, measuring cylinder beakers and so on."

No wonder Jiang Xu felt that the logo on the bag carried by this person was a little familiar. He and Shen Fangyu's laboratory were next to each other. Sometimes the students in Shen Fangyu's group ordered something. When someone came to deliver goods, Jiang Xu would also bump into it. The laboratory was generally called a teaching position, so the young man called "Professor Shen" ".

Jiang Xu signed the list, picked up the goods and put them in the living room. He went to the bedroom and kicked Shen Fangyu, "Why did you send the things you ordered in the laboratory to my house?"

Shen Fangyu opened his eyes in a daze, "That's not ordered by the laboratory. I bought it for you through my personal account."

"What do I want these things for?" Jiang Xu asked, "Do you want to open a new laboratory in my house?"

"Don't you want to make supper for you in the evening, so you don't have to eat instant noodles?"

"Do you make a night snack tube beaker pipette?"

"Accurate quantification, there should be an electronic balance there," Shen Fangyu closed his eyes, and the hair on his forehead was scattered, looking lazy and comfortable. "My newly graduated master's student taught me. He said that doing experiments and cooking are the same truth. If you don't believe it, I'll show you a hand at night."

Jiang Xu understood at a moment, "Can't you cook?"

"Give me a little trust." Shen Fangyu rubbed his eyes to look at his mobile phone while perfunctory. Looking at it, he couldn't help saying, "Jiang Xu, my student's thesis has been rejected again."

Jiang Xu patted his dog's head indifferently.

"Oh, no, how can their reviewers be so ruthless?" Shen Fangyu couldn't help complaining: "I have changed this article for three months and changed several magazines one after another. Now my students can't recognize it by themselves. Why can't I pass it?"

In the morning, the young Dr. Shen suddenly had a very vicissitudes of life. He forwarded several tutors' bald expressions to correct the paper, touched the still healthy black hair, and sighed, "It's really harder to teach students than doing it yourself."

Jiang Xu put out the experience: "You wrote it all for him. Maybe it will be over."

Shen Fangyu smashed his mobile phone aside and stretched out and said sullenly, "Why didn't you think to start the clinic at the beginning? As a doctor, you have to do scientific research and teaching clinical practice. The donkey of the production team is not as busy as me."