Shenhao System: I got rich by disguising myself as a man

Chapter 114 If love had a voice, would it be a tsunami

Oolong passed, and the two exchanged pleasantries.

The driver finally understood. The young man was very reserved, and it seemed that he hadn't confirmed the relationship yet.

"If you like someone, you should say it out, don't keep it in your heart, it will spoil you, and you won't regret it when you say it." The driver looks like a veteran, and he looks like someone who has been here. I don't know if he is a master of love.

"Not everything can be said." Ji Ran was silent for a moment.

For example, he can't say, can't speak, can't speak about his feelings for her.

I can only hold it in my heart, eating him inch by inch, making it boring for him to eat, but he is immersed in it and cannot extricate himself.

If his love had a voice, would it be a tsunami?

He didn't hear a word of what was talked later, he was not good at chatting.

All he heard was "here."

He paid the bill and got out of the car.

Ling Qi seemed to have already greeted the security guard, seeing him directly let him in.

He pressed the elevator, holding the thermos cup in his hand, because he was holding it all the time, even the outside was hot, just like his hot heart.

After a long time no see, he was a little apprehensive and nervous.

After checking the room number several times, he hesitated to open the door.

suddenly.

click~

The door opened, and following the light and shadow of the opening, he saw her.

I don't know if it's been a long time, but he feels that her facial features are softer. She is already beautiful, with short soft hair.

A few strands of hair were curled up with a bit of playfulness, her eyes were like stars, and in the blink of an eye, they were full of sparkling stars.

She, he, the thin lips moved lightly, and the Adam's apple on the white neck rolled.

With a bit of sexy and ascetic wildness.

"Ji Ran, here we come, come in." Ling Qi pushed open the door, there was nothing to eat at home, and when she went back to the supermarket, she just asked Lin Fan to bring some drinks over.

Ji Ran walked in, helped her fill it in an orderly manner, arranged it all, and then went to the refrigerator to get drinks.

Ling Qi took the bowl and took a bite, it was very good, Ji Ran's craftsmanship is very good.

He is very good at taking care of others, and he has a calmness and precipitation that is inconsistent with his peers.

Not his character, but his way of life.

After eating a few times, when I was thirsty, I drank the drink that Ji Ran opened the can and handed over.

It's a holiday, Ji Ran's previous injuries are well healed, and there are no traces of them. It seems that he has taken his words to heart.

She took a spoon and made a few more dumplings to eat. There was hot sauce, and she smashed them all in with a spoon.

Ji Ran sat on the sofa next to him, a little helpless and wanted to laugh, but was afraid that it would be hot to her.

But it was obvious that Lingqi was not afraid of spicy food, or in other words, she hadn't encountered anything that made her afraid.

"Do you have something to say?" Ling Qi raised her eyes, saw Ji Ran's lips move a few times, but hesitated to speak.

Ji Ran didn't know what to say, what he wanted to ask was which way she wanted him to go.

Business way, or Wen way.

Since the other party is funding him, he should always play his role.

"You should have your own goals, just follow what you think in your heart." Of course Ling Qi saw Ji Ran's concerns.

What he meant was that if she had a company or an industry that needed his help, he would develop in that direction.

But she really doesn't want to start a company now, and she doesn't really want to be a big boss who is struggling.

Starting a company is a lot of trouble, and she has money now, so there is no need to make troubles.

Her goal now is to spend money, not to make money. Starting a company runs counter to her goal of spending money and being happy.

Ji Ran didn't expect that this matter was chosen by himself.

He sank his eyes, feeling that he was too lucky, and thus he shouldered a heavier responsibility.

Other funders are usually tied up, the funded person serves the sponsor, how much money is generally funded, and how many years are left in the company.

There are contracts, there are benefits, and if you can do good things and have benefits, why not do it.

He thought he was the same.

In fact, he has his own goals, he is studying mathematics, and he wants to maximize the value of mathematics.

He wanted to do something a little different.

For the whole country, for the whole world.

In fact, he wanted to give up this world, but in the end he repaid his hatred with virtue.

He is not a kind person, those injuries and pains did leave an indelible hatred in his memory.

But the person he hates and the person he loves the most live under the same starry sky.

"Okay." A good word strengthened his determination.

He didn't say what he was going to do, no matter how much he said, it was better to do it, and he would try to be her pride.

They are all smart people who understand everything.

Ling Qi lived in the largest room, she was so late, and it was inconvenient for her to drive her back when people came all the way to deliver food.

There are two more guest rooms here.

"You're staying here tonight."

"Okay." Ji Ran, who was washing the thermos in the kitchen, agreed, paused for a moment, and suddenly squeezed out too much detergent.

They are all boys, he knows he shouldn't think too much, but there are still some hidden feelings in his heart.

After washing the dishes, he went to the guest room opposite Lingqi. It was very complete, including bedding.

Obviously, Lingqi chose a hardcover room, the kind that can be moved in with a bag.

You could tell she didn't like trouble.

He took out a pen and paper from his pocket and drew curves.

Cartesian heart-shaped confession formula: r=a(1-sinθ)

No matter how the curve inside changes, the heart will never change.

He put the formula aside and started working on a new algorithm.

His goal has always been only one, he wants to become the first mathematician to win the Nobel Prize.

This formula and love will become his infinite motivation.

It was a long night, Ling Qi passed by the room next to Ji Ran, and saw that there was still a faint light shining inside.

He is very hardworking, in fact, the more ordinary people will understand the value of hard work, Ji Ran has always been the kind of hard work that has the upper hand than talent.

She knocked on the door lightly, and when she opened it, Ji Ran rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at her.

There were tears streaming down from sleepy eyes.

His eyes were separated by the hazy fog, and the beautiful and moving face behind the fog made his heart tremble.

Only then did he react.

"Aren't you going to bed so late, go to bed early, why do you want to stay up late and get bald?" Ling Qi warned, but her eyes were on the heart-shaped formula on the table.

Ji Ran felt helpless, her words were always on point, bald, of course he didn't want to be bald.

Putting down the pen, he raised his eyelids and looked at her.

In front of her, the boy would naturally lose his sharpness and the coldness from his body.

He saw Lingqi's eyes fall on the paper of the Cartesian heart shape.

I was taken aback for a moment, and then my neck was red all the way to my ears.

He was a little overwhelmed, this heart-shaped map was a line he would draw every time he missed her.

Now being caught by the protagonist, he feels a little guilty.

There were only two people in the silent room, and he could even hear the beating of his heart.

Lingqi chuckled softly, "Go to bed early, good night."

She didn't say anything, she knew everything, Ji Ran was thin-skinned, she didn't poke it straight.

At night, don't stay up late if you can.

Now people say that those who are not allowed to stay up late are the elderly, but staying up late is indeed not good, and it consumes one's own body.

She went back to her room. With her, Ji Ran should have gone to bed earlier, because curiosity would keep people awake all night during research.

She also has her own things to do, a musician's dream, a dancer's dream, Hanhan's road, and the white fox's way home.

All need her to draw and weave, to fuel the flames.