Leng Xiaotian was racking her brains under the desk lamp. The table was filled with design drafts rolled into balls. Leng Xiao only gave her one night.
Finally, she threw away the pen in her hand and shouted dissatisfied: "You just don't want me to join the Leng family. Only a ghost can do such difficult programming."
She pushed the things in front of her aside in annoyance, tilted her chin and thought about how to deal with it.
Suddenly, Liu's mother's words popped into her mind: Young Mistress was sitting there for a while today.
Could it be her? That ordinary, tiny woman who can’t be seen even if thrown into the mud?
No, how could it be her!
Leng Xiaotian hurriedly shook her head to deny her idea. In her opinion, such a woman has nothing but pretending to be pitiful to please Leng Xiao.
She walked back and forth in front of the window, patting her forehead with her hands from time to time.
Leng Ningyu's house has always been dark. He went back to his old house to accompany Nie Ronghua today. Damn it, he said he would come back to spend the night in the morning, but he suddenly changed his mind.
Seeing the clock on the wall ticking slowly, time that usually seemed to pass very slowly suddenly became faster.
"Okay, in order to enter the Leng family, I will take a gamble." Leng Xiaotian grabbed the documents on the table, seemed to have made some determination, put on a pair of pajamas and ran to the guest room on the third floor.
She ran in such a hurry that she didn't see that as her steps disappeared, Leng Xiao's study door quietly opened, and his handsome figure stood leisurely by the door, waiting for the fish to take the bait.
Qiu Mo finished eating the dates and was about to go to sleep when she heard a rapid knock on the door.
She said hurriedly: "Wait a minute."
I put on a coat and got out of bed. Before the door could be fully opened, Leng Xiaotian rushed in, looked behind him left and right, and quickly closed the door.
Qiu Mo was at a loss by this series of actions. Just as he was about to ask, she grabbed Qiu Mo's sleeve and brought her to the bedside to sit down.
"Hey, I have something to ask you." Leng Xiaotian coughed twice awkwardly.
Qiu Mo smiled, "Why are you so anxious?"
Leng Xiaotian pushed the things in his hands into her arms and turned his head away from her awkwardly: "Can you do this?"
"What?" Qiu Mo asked as he unfolded the drawing-like thing. It turned out to be the design schematic diagram of a mobile phone.
She looked at it for a while and said, "No."
"Ah?" Leng Xiaotian was disappointed and suspicious at the same time: "You didn't know how to deliberately not tell me, right?"
Qiu Mo smiled silently, her pale face framed by two crescent moons, which looked particularly gentle and charming in the soft light.
"This is a trap set by the question maker. This design is inherently unsolvable." Her words made Leng Xiaotian feel confused, scratching his head and asking: "What do you mean?"
"Don't say that this procedure is not feasible in the first place. Even if it does work, a mobile phone made according to this design will exceed the radiation value of international standards. I am afraid that it will be stopped before it is launched."
Leng Xiaotian looked at her in surprise, and it took him a long time to realize, "Qiu Mo, who are you?"