Although he was smiling, in Qiaoxu’s eyes, this smile looked like a bottomless devil.
Qiaoxu glanced at him and took a small sip of the coffee in front of her, saying:
"I’m not questioning your professional skills, but your character."
Compared to his professional reputation being questioned, Gu Junhao seed to not care whether his character was good or bad. Hearing Qiaoxu say this, his smile grew even bigger.
"You’re right. If my sister-in-law had doubts about my professional skills, she wouldn’t have co to specially."
Slender fingers tapped lightly on the table as he looked at Qiaoxu and asked:
"Have you made up your mind?"
"How long?"
Qiaoxu suddenly asked a question that seed irrelevant, which left Gu Junhao montarily unable to respond.
"How long will it take to develop the dicine?"
Qiaoxu asked again.
Seeing Gu Junhao’s body lazily leaning against the sofa behind him, she said: "It depends on my mood."
Then, he narrowed both eyes and stood up, getting closer to Qiaoxu, saying:
"If my sister-in-law’s performance makes happy, maybe I’ll work it out in a few days."
"But if my sister-in-law makes unhappy, maybe my depression will make unable to find a solution for a lifeti."
The dicine developed by Qi Ming, that dog thing, was neither difficult nor easy to make, but it did require so thought.
Qiaoxu stared at his face for a long ti before asking:
"Can you tell what you want to do exactly?"
Gu Junhao did not answer, but simply touched his stomach and said:
"I’m a little hungry. Can I eat sothing first?"
Qiaoxu vaguely figured out so of Gu Junhao’s temperant: perverted yet more inclined to respond to softness than hardness. At this mont, she simply obliged and nodded, calling for nus.
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
He took the nu and sweetly thanked Qiaoxu, who sat opposite him. His cute little tiger teeth, at this mont in Qiaoxu’s eyes, had beco extrely annoying, like a cold, gleaming blade, reminding her constantly that Gu Junhao was a villain.
On TV, the wide-ranging spread of the pneumonia virus continued to be reported, with the death toll still rising.
Gu Junhao lazily watched the TV, showing no signs of empathy, just an emotionless bystander, watching coldly as these people fell one by one.
Experts put forward various argunts to discuss this pneumonia virus and research specific dicines to curb the virus from all aspects.
But these experts, at this mont in Gu Junhao’s eyes, were like parasites wasting national resources, eating without thinking.
"Sister-in-law, look at their faces. Don’t they look like ’fools’?"
Gu Junhao pointed at the experts being interviewed on TV and mocked.
These experts were all dical workers and drug researchers fighting on the front lines.
During this outbreak of pneumonia, many of them were researching treatnt strategies day and night. Hearing Gu Junhang’s open disdain and mockery, Qiaoxu’s face darkened.
"If you’re so capable, why don’t you solve it yourself? What’s the point of making sarcastic comnts here?"
Not angered by Qiaoxu’s scolding, Gu Junhao shrugged indifferently, saying:
"Don’t you think they’re stupid? Haven’t you noticed that all the people who get infected and die this ti are Chinese?"
Qiaoxu originally hadn’t taken Gu Junhao’s arrogant and disdainful words about the experts seriously, but when she heard the latter part of his sentence, she hesitated for a mont.
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