Imposter

Chapter 5

When Jiang Luo reported to the project team on the first day, he caught a lot of attention.

Strictly speaking, it's not September yet, and his graduate students haven't enrolled yet, but the quota is fixed.Professor Jiang's research group is mostly graduate students and PhD students, and there are not many graduate students like him.

Of course it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that he is Jiang Luo.

It was the picture nailed to pieces on the confession wall of Nantah University.

The talent had just completed the access control, and many people had already rushed forward. They first teased Wei Ziming: "It's still the senior who has a lot of face, and even the school grass can greet him."

"Senior, why did you suddenly go to the United States? I heard that you have been studying for a master's degree and a Ph.D."

"I heard that our little school grass is almost being chased by you, is it true?"

Wei Ziming's voice was very calm, as usual: "It's nothing, I didn't catch up. At that time, my right leg and knee were injured and I had to go for surgery. The recovery time is also very long, so I just applied to study in the past."

Jiang Luo stood at the door and paused for a moment.

I don't know if he is a little sensitive to this part, but he subconsciously remembered that when Ji Beiqin rescued him, it was also here that he was injured.

Someone noticed outside the glass door, and Jiang Luo's thoughts were quickly interrupted by pleasantries.

"My God, the living Jiang Luo, I've only seen him on the wall before."

"Come, come, Xiao Jiang, give me the umbrella and put it in the storage room for you."

"Do you want to drink coffee? The research room can't do anything else, but the coffee machine is okay. Let me make you a cup?"

"Shouldn't our research group go out to get together after today's end? This is what I need to show off my share in Moments this year."

"Be careful, have you eaten breakfast? I still have two pieces of chocolate here."

Jiang Luo snorted twice, took the coffee carefully, and said thank you several times. He was used to such scenes, so he smiled and said generously, "Okay, I'll treat senior sister to dinner."

The senior who handed the coffee was instantly jealous, wishing she could reach out and cover her chest.

"I don't think so. It's raining again on Friday, and there are queues everywhere." Wei Ziming glanced at Jiang Luo and said slowly.

"Then let's leave early."

The peach-eyed elementary school sister said anxiously: "It's not about going to work, school is just that good."

Wei Ziming said calmly, "I want to fight."

"????"

The task is not tight, but the time is very demanding.The whole group was required to engage in project research from 10:7 a.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., and to get in and out they had to use the access control card just now.

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience was filled with mourning.

Jiang Luo didn't care too much, Zuo Ji Beiqin couldn't finish work before 7 o'clock, he was the same at home and school, and it was obviously more fulfilling for him to stay here and shine than to wait at home.

Because he was the youngest, the research team took great care of Jiang Luo. Assigning past work was his favorite type of calculation. When it was time to get off work, he and Wei Ziming were the last two people to leave.

It was raining outside, and Wei Ziming slipped when he went out, and his right leg was a little unsteady.

Jiang Luo followed behind and went up to help him.

After all, they are old friends. Even though what Wei Ziming did back then was a bit chilling, it was just emotional thinking, and it was rational for him to choose to go abroad for himself.

There was nothing Jiang Luo could not understand.

"I'm sorry, this leg suffered from the root cause of the disease before, and now it hurts a little when it rains, and I have to drink Chinese medicine for two years." Wei Ziming leaned on Jiang Luo's shoulder, his voice was gentle.

Jiang Luo held the umbrella with one hand, supported him with the other, looked at it for a while and asked, "How did you do this?"

The road from the research room to the school gate is not long, a straight asphalt road sandwiched between willow trees on both sides.

He vaguely remembered that the two of them walked this road before going to school. At that time, Wei Ziming held him like he was holding it in the palm of his hand, and he didn't let him bask in the sun.

"Car accident."

After Wei Ziming finished speaking, he keenly felt Jiang Luo's shoulder tremble slightly.

The umbrella is very big, the umbrella handle is a silver skull pattern, and the black tarpaulin blocks half of the sky and the road.

Jiang Luo didn't say anything, and after walking for a while, the iron gate of the school gate loomed in his eyes. Wei Ziming said politely, "My car is parked outside the school. In fact, my legs are not so bad. The main reason is that I didn't bring an umbrella, so I want to rub you."

In fact, he didn't follow Jiang Luo on the way. Jiang Luo saw that this person had no umbrella, so he couldn't push him away to be a drowned chicken.

"Lolo, you are still so gentle."

Wei Ziming looked at him and smiled, Jiang Luo paused for a moment, and his tone became much colder: "You think too much."

After speaking, he left Wei Ziming and turned to the underground garage.Just the moment the umbrella handle was removed, a familiar figure appeared outside the school gate.

Luo Qu held an umbrella and leaned against the black Bentley.

The brim of his umbrella was raised high, and he looked like he was waiting for someone.

As for who is sitting in the car, there is no need to guess.

The moment Jiang Luo closed the umbrella, Luo Qu deftly stretched out the umbrella to cover the top of his head, and said in a slightly low voice, "Mr. Ji is just waiting for you, and we will only get in the car when it rains."

"..."

Jiang Luo was startled.

The people around Ji Beiqin have always been like this, their words and politeness can express their meaning.

What Luo Qu meant was that Ji Beiqin saw him and Wei Ziming share an umbrella.

Jiang Luo got into the car, and the person next to him hadn't seen him for a week. Ji Beiqin wore a dark blue shirt without a tie, and the cuffs were neatly stacked at the joints, wrapping the body underneath, with the texture looming.

He still had a stack of documents in his hand, Jiang Luo didn't make a sound when he got in the car, and continued to approve.The other person didn't dare to make a sound at the moment.

When they got home, Ji Beiqin still had a gloomy look between his brows, Jiang Luo stuck out his tongue and hugged him in a fawning manner: "Shall I cook? What do you want to eat?"

Ji Beiqin didn't speak, Jiang Luo made up his own mind, made his favorite basil fruit soup fish and butter lamb chops, after eating, he took the initiative to prepare everything himself, the person coaxing him on the bed looked at him with red eyes , finally let people speak.

Ji Beiqin's complexion was not good-looking, like a tiger in a cage, and his sullen expression was not easy to break out, and he was willing to move before he said a word: "The project team has retired."

Jiang Luo was rubbed by him all night, the end of his eyes was full of tears, showing a touch of pink, he rubbed against Ji Beiqin's shirt pitifully and muttered: "Husband, it's usually not so late, it's your company's too late." Stupid, the research project also has a time limit, which is the same as going to work."

"..."

After he explained, he felt that the man was even angrier.

Ji Beiqin's deep eyes stared straight at Jiang Luo's fair neck, and he was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only pull the person's ear, and his voice was extremely low:

"I didn't say that."

Jiang Luo was afraid that he would continue to grind himself, so he quickly kissed those thin lips: "It's raining, and he said that his leg was in a car accident, so it's not easy to walk."

With his arms around the man's neck, he kissed Ji Beiqin repeatedly, wanting to relax his face, but he didn't notice that there was a dim light in those eyes for a moment.

"What else did he say?" Ji Beiqin's eyes darkened, and he pinched his pecking chin back.

"No more." Jiang Luo whispered: "I just lent him an umbrella. I won't borrow it after you don't like it."

Ji Beiqin's face darkened a lot. He was almost sure that Wei Ziming came back for a purpose, and one of the purposes was Jiang Luo.

The eyes of the person on the body became tight, as if suddenly possessed. Jiang Luo was not sure if Ji Beiqin had calmed down now, so he moved tentatively.

Ji Beiqin immediately stared at him with a frown, but there was no gloomy expression in his eyes: "Stay still?"

Knowing that he had lost his temper, Jiang Luo became a little more courageous, and said in a small voice, "Then can you fuck me?"

"..."

Ji Beiqin hated this feeling of being out of control, but Jiang Luo would always end up here.

Feasting and feasting, good year club.

Wei Ziming's car was parked at the door, and he strode into a small box on the innermost side, and Chen Yu had already poured two glasses of mixed drink.

He frowned when he saw Wei Ziming tear off the elastic band around his knee.

"You might as well tell Xiao Jiang directly. You were the one who saved him in the first place, and Ji Beiqin's grandson didn't do anything."

Wei Ziming put down his trousers, picked up a square cup, and drank the light brown liquid in it.

"No."

Wei Ziming leaned on the sofa, his eyes were a little careless. After a day's work, he looked tired: "He won't believe it without evidence."

Chen Yu raised his eyebrows: "Not at all?"

"No." Wei Ziming said: "That woman and Ji Beiqin have been dealt with. We can only wait for him to find out."

Chen Yu's eyes were full of hesitation.Meaning are you sure he can find out?Or will he believe it when he discovers it himself?

Wei Ziming, however, seemed to be very sure. His eyes paused in the wine glass for a moment, and he said, "I know Luo Luo. As long as he knows that I was the one who saved him, he will definitely come back."

Jiang Luo is an emotional person, he knows it better than anyone else.As long as he is in the heart of the young master, he will get ten points for every point he pays.

He paid ten points, but he came a little late, so there is no reason to get zero points.

Moreover, "telling" is often useless. People will only half-believe what they hear, but they will firmly believe in the results they slowly discover.

Wei Ziming didn't intend to work for Ji Beiqin for nothing, he copied the SLK employee mailbox he just got in the mail, and a handsome but serious profile was reflected in the wine glass.

"You may not know that he hates others to deceive him, and also hates others to use him. Ji Beiqin happens to have both."

His expression was no longer as gentle and elegant as in the daytime, with a hint of predation: "Do you think Jiang Luo will still be with him?"