When the old gangster returned to the den, he saw Miss Yang in the kitchen, so he walked in and hugged her from behind.
Miss Yang likes this look, she feels very warm. She likes the old gangster burying his face in her hair and breathing softly. She likes his strange hands touching her breasts. She likes him holding her face and then
I twisted my neck and kissed him for a while, and liked the way he said things like "too happy" in an exaggerated and happy tone.
She was willing to be a little woman for the old gangster, take care of her husband and raise his children, bear several children for him, and give up her previous dream of being a white-collar beauty.
"Baby, you do it first. When you're done, call me and I'll go to the study!" The old gangster rubbed it one last time, put down his hand, and said to the rosy-faced Miss Yang.
Miss Yang was happily busy in the kitchen. The old gangster returned to the study, locked the door, came to the computer, and said: "Auntie, you said you are going out soon. Can you help Feier write some papers?
?No revolutionary innovation is required, just one that can be admitted into "Nature" and "Science". After doing this, she can safely handle the company's affairs for me in the future."
"Humph, what a revolutionary innovation, boss? Are you confused?" the girl said in a dissatisfied voice.
"Auntie, didn't I tell you? Don't do it! As long as you can be accepted by those two journals just now!" the old gangster said with a smile on his face.
"Humph, I'm impressed with you!" the girl said angrily.
"Then you agreed? Just write five articles. One can be published in "Nature" or "Science", and the things you write don't have to have too much influence. Anyway, these two journals have hundreds of papers every year, and
Not all of them can win the Nobel Prize or promote great progress in productivity, but they are just deified by the Chinese. In addition, just four articles in top core journals will be enough." said the old gangster.
"Humph, that's it!" said the little girl, and then the old gangster saw five documents appearing on the desktop.
"Damn, aunt, why are you so fast?" said the old gangster.
"They're all just words and diagrams, hum, it's just trivial!" the girl said with a proud expression.
The old gangster quickly clicked on the first document and found that it was a long paper with more than ten pages of beautifully typed text. The pictures and charts in it were all in color.
"Auntie? Are you writing a new artificial intelligence algorithm? I remember that this algorithm will appear in three years, right?" the old gangster asked doubtfully with his half-empty memory.
"Of course, do you still want to have an algorithm that is 30 years ahead of the current level?" The girl said matter-of-factly: "Submit this article to Science magazine and you will be accepted! The other four articles are based on the best of this year's top journals.
The extension of the paper is not a big innovation, but there is absolutely no problem in its acceptance."
The old gangster said happily: "That's good, that's good!" Then he said doubtfully: "Hey, you also listed Professor Wang as the fourth author of the first paper? Also, the five young people in the project team also
There are too many authors here, right?"
"Of course, he is helping us with this project now. This algorithm is the first generation of the core algorithm of the robotic arm. There are not many authors, so it's normal, hum." said the girl.
"You put it this way, it's right to hang him up, after all, he was involved. Humph, Lao Zhao took advantage of him, and hung him up for second place, I am only third!" The old gangster said: "Humph, now Fei
Sister Er has become too strong in front of him, so we won’t say hello to him. Auntie, please submit these five papers directly!"
"Okay, this is all a trivial matter!" The girl clapped her hands and disappeared from the screen.
After finishing this matter, the old gangster stood up happily, opened the door, then returned to the computer, opened the web browser, and began to browse the major news of the year.
"Haha, bid for the Olympics. If you bid for the Olympics at the end of April, it will definitely be ours!" The old gangster laughed when he saw the overwhelming publicity and speculation about the Olympic bid on the Internet.
"Yifan, okay, come out to eat!" Miss Yang came out with a plate, put it on the table, and then shouted to him.
The old gangster suddenly stood up and ran out the door.
Miss Yang made one vegetarian, two meat and one egg soup, and ate a few vegetarian dishes herself. Then she sat at the table and happily watched the old gangster gobble it up.
The old gangster couldn't stand it anymore, so he picked up a piece of chicken wing, put it in her little mouth, and forced her to eat it.
In the end, both the dishes and the soup were completely cooked by the old gangster.
Seeing Miss Yang put on the plastic gloves again and started to pack them up, the old gangster felt that he was very happy, what more could he ask for!
After Miss Yang finished her work, she saw the old gangster sitting in the study waving to her, so she walked in. The old gangster patted his thigh, and Miss Yang smiled and sat down directly.
"Daughter-in-law, I have just submitted five papers for you. Let me show you." The old gangster opened the five documents on the desktop while Yang was confused, and prepared to introduce them to him one by one.
"Yifan, when did you write it? No, it's not plagiarized, right?" Miss Yang smiled.
"No way! Wife, it's wrong for you to doubt me like this. You're going to do this to me tonight!" After saying that, he whispered a few words into her ear.
Beauty Yang's face suddenly turned red, her head kept shaking, and she covered her face.
"No, right? Who told you to doubt me! I'm your husband. If you don't even believe me, who do you believe?" The old gangster pretended to be sad and said, his tone deliberately filled with loneliness.
Beauty Yang immediately took away her little hand and looked at the old gangster nervously: "Yifan, I'm not, it's not that I don't believe it, I was joking just now, please don't be angry, okay?"
Seeing the old gangster's lonely face, Beauty Yang's eyes suddenly turned red again, and tears suddenly fell down.
"Yifan, I promise you, I promise you, I promise you everything, okay, please don't be angry!" She said while holding his arm and crying.
The old gangster knew that he could no longer tease her, so he laughed and said: "I am so happy! I have such a lovely wife!" After saying that, he picked up her little face, kissed her delicate eyes gently, and put her
The tears on the little face were kissed clean one by one.
There was a moment of silence, and the old gangster hugged her and said softly: "Baby, why are you such a crybaby?"
In fact, Miss Yang rarely cries, and it is difficult for anyone to make her cry.
At this time, she wrinkled her little nose slightly and said, "Who told you to bully me!"
"Baby, hey, then promise me tonight?" the old gangster said shamelessly.
Miss Yang lowered her head and whispered: "But Yifan, I, I don't know how!"
"It's okay, your size is enough for that. Do you know why the fertility rate in Spain is so low? Also, why do all their women go for breast enlargement?" said the old gangster.
Miss Yang bit her lip, lowered her head, and did not answer him.
"Hehe, of course you know the answer!" The old gangster rubbed her beautiful areas and said softly: "This is normal, don't be shy!"
This night, Miss Yang very shyly did something for the old gangster, and the old gangster deliberately teased her, asking her to raise her little face and look at him with a sweet smile while doing this thing.
At the last moment of explosion, the old gangster pushed her down, and then...
Then, Miss Yang opened her little mouth...
Then, when the old gangster felt comfortable, Miss Yang opened her eyes and looked at her white and tender breasts and those on her belly...
Some things need no words!
Suddenly, she felt like crying again. She felt that she would never have thought of these things in her dreams before.
The old gangster saw that she was afraid to move, so he picked her up and walked to the water room. As he walked, he whispered: "Baby, this is normal between husband and wife. Don't be sad, okay?"
Beauty Yang replied softly: "I'm not sad, I just feel that I can't adapt to this all of a sudden."
....
That night, the old gangster who took a bath again did not meditate. He hugged the now clean and fragrant beauty Yang and talked about love in bed. He felt that after doing what he had just done, he should give more to beauty Yang.
Tenderness prevents her from feeling any slight disappointment or emptiness.
"If those papers are accepted, you won't have to worry about graduation anymore and can focus on the company." The old gangster said as he hugged Miss Yang, who was wearing thin cotton pajamas.
"Well, but I still need to get familiar with those papers. It's not good if I don't understand them at all!" said Miss Yang.
She now also feels that what belongs to the old gangster belongs to her, and everything she owns also belongs to the old gangster.
The old gangster gently stroked Miss Yang's hair and thought, things between men and women are really strange. If you don't do it, the love between men and women will definitely not be perfect; if you do it, you will feel that you are in love with the other person.
One step further. Although I and Wang Zixuan were close friends in the previous life, it was only before she got married. After getting married, her husband was everything to her. The so-called close friends gradually lost contact and gradually faded away.
So I will not just be a confidant in this life, I will be a spiritual and physical confidant, hehe.
Thinking of this, he chuckled, and Miss Yang asked doubtfully: "Yifan, what are you thinking about?"
"I was wondering when we will take the last step. Today's is the pre-climax show!" the old gangster laughed.
After what had just been done, Miss Yang no longer felt embarrassed about what he said now. She said softly: "Yifan, do you think I am special, special, special..."
The old gangster knew what she was going to say, so he said shamelessly: "Don't think like that, everything done between husband and wife is normal, otherwise how can we say they are one body?" Then he stretched out his hand to touch her little face and said: "
The crazier you are in front of me, the happier I will be, hehe, but when you leave this room, you will still be my elegant elf!"
When Miss Yang heard his praise, she smiled happily, touched his chest muscles with her little hands, and said, "Well, Yifan, as long as you are good to me, I will do whatever you want me to do!"
The old gangster hugged her tightly happily and said: "Baby, go to sleep! I will sleep with you until the end of the world!"
"Well, hubby, I love you!" Miss Yang pressed her little face against his chest, grabbed his back with one arm, and gently placed her other arm on his neck, her thighs and his
entangled together, quietly continuing her happiness in her dream.