The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Sticking to the bones is not enough, but according to what Fu Zhi said, this ointment is quite effective!

Chu Hao changed his words, "Mail me twenty cans."

He transferred eight million to Fu Zhi's bank card.

Fu Zhi thinks this is a potential stock.

The potential stock Chu Hao asked about the ointment, and then had other thoughts, "Do you have medicine for throat? As long as the effect is good, any amount will be acceptable."

Fu Zhi: "No."

The main thing is that I don't want to do it, and I don't have time to do it.

Fu Zhi put his mind on making medicine for her second brother, but it is said that only the Chu family in the capital has this medicinal material.

Chu Hao sighed, "Then do you have any recommended shops?"

Isn't this just daydreaming?

Fu Zhi said, "Do you think there are shops with high quality, low price and conscience like mine everywhere?"

Chu Hao: "..."

*

At nine o'clock in the evening, Lu's house.

Dong Cun was sitting on the sofa, sitting very straight. He had just quarreled with Lu Ning again, and there was a strong anger between his brows.

Lu Chuwan stood beside him nervously, shaking her hands, "Little uncle, I'm sorry."

Dong Cun pinched his eyebrows, shook his head: "It's okay."

The voice is cold, but after listening carefully, the attitude is quite good.

Dong Cun and Fu Zhi became enemies, and the research institute's anti-cancer drugs could not be developed, so now only Lu Chuwan is left.

So he changed the subject and said, "How is your record preparation going?"

"Still in preparation, the company asked me to go abroad next week."

In fact, there are problems with Lu Chuwan's music, and RM company also hopes that the Lu family's follow-up funds will be remitted in, but Lu Chuwan dare not mention these to Dong Cun.

Dong Cun didn't ask any more questions, took a short break, and was about to leave when Lu Chuwan stopped him. Lu Chuwan hesitated and said, "By the way, little uncle, do you know which family's license plate with the ending number eight in the capital belongs to?"

Dong Cun frowned, "Both are eight? It should be a well-known family in the upper class circle. The Dong family doesn't even have such a license plate. You still don't have access to this level. If you have a chance in the future, I will introduce you."

*

The day Fu Zhi went to school coincided with Su Xing's third month of medication, and her cleft lip had improved significantly.

When he came back from school at noon, Su Xing bought ten cans of milk tea for Fu Zhi.

Song Fang sat on the back seat, glanced at it, and clicked his tongue lightly.

Since Fu Zhi came, there seemed to be a lot less fans who brought him and Zhou Zihuai milk tea and mineral water rain or shine.

Su Xing took the homework sheet and homework book over again, "I've memorized them all, don't you really need me to help you write today's homework?"

Fu Zhi glanced roughly, "You got eight out of twelve multiple-choice questions wrong, you should figure it out yourself first."

Su Xing blushed, "Then, then I will do the math again, I will study hard and work hard to be qualified to write homework for you!"

What a good tablemate.

Fu Zhi shook his head, and was about to say that someone was doing homework for her, but before he could speak, Song Fang suddenly sighed behind him: "Hey, sister, you are hot again! You caught the last bus of Weibo hot search! "

Fu Zhi turned his head and glanced at him, and went in without knowing.

Song Fang handed over the phone.

It is indeed the bottom most searched post on Weibo, and the title is #一个高中大者总言医疗数战孙三针吃#

Now is a society with a well-developed network, and it is such an eye-catching title.

The person who posted the post was an 18th-line female artist under the rm company. She released a short recording in which Tian Nuo asked Fu Zhi for disrespecting Sun Sanzhen, but Fu Zhi bluntly said that Sun Sanzhen was not as good as her.