The research project on difficult-to-treat diseases

The birthday party of the daughter of the Shi financial magnate was scheduled to be held in country F.

Since she would be going abroad for about a week, Shi qinglan knocked on Jiang boning's office with her leave slip.

"Enter." The old man's nonchalant voice sounded.

Shi qinglan pushed the door open and entered. Jiang boning was currently flipping through an academic magazine with his head lowered. His gold-rimmed glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, and the old man lifted his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently.

When he saw that it was this ancestor, his eyes immediately lit up. He raised his hand to push up his glasses and said with a smile, " yo, what wind blew the great Buddha to me? "

"Professor Jiang." Shi qinglan looked at him with a smile.

Hearing this extremely polite address, Jiang boning's scalp went numb, and an ominous premonition instantly spread in his heart.

He looked at the girl with a complicated expression. what's the matter? "