I am devoted to scientific research, but you want to trick me into having a love relationship?

Chapter 611: The Wife-like Attributes Are Maxed Out
An hour and a half later, the two young men returned to the villa.

"I ate on the plane and want to take a nap first."

Xu Qingzhou decided to take a nap first. With the noise of traffic gone, all he wanted to do was lie down and sleep.

It basically takes two days to adjust to the time difference.

"You go to bed first."

Song Yao nodded and was packing Xu Qingzhou's suitcase.

Xu Qingzhou lay down on the bed. After returning to familiar surroundings, the tension that had been building during the report meeting finally eased.

However, before he could close his eyes, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Song, the school beauty, walked in wearing slippers.

"What are you doing?"

Xu Qingzhou asked the question knowing the answer already.

"Can't I take a nap?" Song Yao asked, fiddling with the rubber band in her hand as she tied her hair up.

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The two of them snuggled up in the blankets.

Xu Qingzhou lay upright, wanting to snuggle closer, but for some reason, he wanted to tease the girl beside him. Sure enough, soon after, Song, the school beauty, rubbed her foot against his calf.

Xu Qingzhou took a deep breath and decided to remain still.

Next door, Song Yao pursed her lips and groped her way over.

half an hour.

Creak~
Xu Qingzhou flipped over and pinned Song Xiaohua down, restraining the girl's restless hands.

"It's you who's not sleeping now."

Song Yao struggled symbolically for a few moments, blinking innocently. Being held down firmly by Xu Qingzhou was quite exciting.

Xu Qingzhou lowered his head.

This is ridiculous. If things continue like this, how can anyone get any sleep?

Already jet-lagged and having just finished some physical labor, Xu Qingzhou slept like a log, waking up around 4 p.m.

Song Yao was already up and had even tidied up the bedroom.

"I feel refreshed."

Xu Qingzhou rested for a while with his hands behind his head, then got up and leisurely went downstairs.

"you're awake."

Song Yao poked half her body out of the kitchen and looked at the boy with dark circles under his eyes. "I was just about to go and call you."

"My back hurts from sleeping."

Xu Qingzhou followed Song Yao to the kitchen, where chicken soup was simmering on the stove and several side dishes were already prepared.

"Dinner will be served in 20 minutes. You can go lie down in the living room for a while."

Song Yao rolled up her sleeves.

Xu Qingzhou leaned against the door frame, watching Song Yao get busy.

Unlike his listless appearance, Song, the school beauty, had a healthy rosy glow on her fair and delicate face, her beautiful eyes were bright and sparkling, and her brows were filled with a hint of spring.

"What are you looking at?"

Song Yao felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by this person.

"I remember that saying, no."

Seeing that Song Yao had already picked up the ball, Xu Qingzhou swallowed the rest of his words.

Song Yao curled her lip, thinking to herself that this person couldn't possibly say anything nice.

Heat oil in a pan.

Soon, the sound of stir-frying filled the kitchen. Song Xiaohua's movements were skillful, even showing the demeanor of a master chef.

Now, Song Yao dislikes the food he cooks.

Wow, time really flies.

He couldn't help but recall the first time he went to Song Yao's house to cook after graduating from high school. Back then, even Song Yao, the school beauty, would take a long time to chop a vegetable.

Now look at her, she's got all the typical wife attributes.

"Xu Qingzhou, get out."

"What?"

"You're bothering me." "."

Song Yao noticed that the man's eyes were strange.

Xu Qingzhou shrugged, went out, grabbed Er Miao who was squatting at the kitchen door, and sat on the sofa in front of the French windows. The two of them acted like good-for-nothings.

Friday has passed just like that.

On Saturday, the two went out to buy some winter clothes, stroll around the streets, and have a nice meal.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the two people who had been playing outside all day returned to the villa as the sun set.

Song Yao came out of the kitchen with a fruit platter and saw Xu Qingzhou sprawled on the sofa. She poked his face and said, "Xu Qingzhou, are you even capable?"

"Heh, wait for me to adjust to the time difference."

Xu Qingzhou threatened with his eyes closed.

"I'm so scared." Song Yao pouted and fed the listless guy a grape. "Jia Hui and Guo Ziyang are coming over to play next weekend."

"it is good."

Xu Qingzhou nodded, shifted his body to make room for Song, the school beauty, and asked, "Is Fatty about to resign?"

"It won't be that fast. Jia Hui said it will take at least until next year's Spring Festival to finish."

Song Yao lay down and habitually stuffed her feet into Xu Qingzhou's arms. Seeing that Xu Qingzhou wasn't playing with them, she even deliberately moved her toes a few times.

"You're just trying to seduce me all the time."

Xu Qingzhou reached out and pinched the fair ankle in his arms, knowing that the girl must be a little tired after shopping all day.

"If you ever lose your job, you'll become my personal technician."

Song Yao leaned back comfortably on the sofa. Although shopping was fun, it was also really tiring. Her ankles ached after walking all day. Xu Qingzhou's fingers slid over her skin, which felt very comfortable.

That's the advantage of having a partner.

Song, the school beauty, squinted and sighed again, lamenting that her previous single-mindedness was unacceptable.

Xu Qingzhou massaged Song Yao's feet: "Didn't you say you were going to take care of me? How come you've become a technician now?"

"That doesn't conflict. Once I start earning money, you can focus on being a man who does the laundry, cooks, and takes care of the kids, okay?"

Song Yao, lost in her own fantasies, let out a strange hum and glared at Xu Qingzhou with a hint of annoyance: "Be gentle~"

"The pain means it's working; you'll feel better once the pain subsides."

Don't drive.

"It's clearly your thinking that's the problem."

"嘁~"

Song Yao picked up a grape and fed it to Xu Qingzhou.

A three-minute massage consumes the equivalent of one grape.

She thought of something else and said, "It seems that news of Europe and America imposing sanctions on China's battery industry has reached the country."

"Oh? Then it must be quite a stir online."

Xu Qingzhou straightened up, picked up the phone on the table, and opened Weibo.

Sure enough, it's already ranked high on the trending topics list.

News about the European battery eventually reached China and quickly became a trending topic.

"BYD's blade battery has rewritten industry standards, CATL has maintained its number one global market share for two consecutive years, and Europe and the US even rely on China for graphene conductive paste. Sanctions? I suggest the EU check the battery supplier lists of Mercedes-Benz and BMW before making any statements (doge)."

"Germany has always opposed sanctions, but it hasn't worked."

"Wow, the energy density reaches 400Wh/kg, with dynamic lithium dendrite removal technology. Although I really hate to admit it, this technology is really amazing."

"No, in the battery field, haven't we always held the advantage? Why were we suddenly overtaken?"

"It's only a matter of time. Europe and the United States have cutting-edge equipment and technology. Once they start from this aspect, we will be in a very passive position."

"I agree with the comment above. Europe and America are generations behind us, and it is absolutely impossible for them to catch up with us in a short period of time."

"Brother, you're being too optimistic. I've seen the data; the latest product performance has surpassed ours, and it will be in mass production tomorrow. This means that our country's products have lost their controlling position."

"Yes, blind self-confidence is not advisable."

"Wait a little longer, our country might also have some trump card."

"This is going to be tough. I saw the statement from that EU commissioner, saying that battery manufacturers in China have contacted them, hoping to negotiate for the technology, but they refused."

(End of this chapter)