The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Soon only Li Nanli and Fu Zhi were left in the ward.

Li Nanli didn't speak any more, his slender figure got up slowly, he was tall and had long legs, he left the hospital bed, and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The window frame cut his slender figure into pieces. He lowered his head, glanced at Fu Zhi, and landed on the bright red mole on the side of her collarbone, raising his eyebrows.

The little girl's expression was indifferent and cold, with a small face the size of a slap, and she looked amazing even without makeup.

The almond eyes glittered with a faint mist, and the skin was that kind of pale pink.

It completely overlapped with the white and tender dumpling in his impression.

He stared at Fu Zhi, and when he stared, there was a bit of spring in the pretty peach blossom's eyes, but after a few seconds, he pulled the corner of his lower lip and called her in a deliberately tactful tone.

Gentle and tender: "Zhizhi."

"..."

The two were half a meter apart.

Fu Zhi looked up at Li Nanli, frowning slightly.

He was half leaning on the side of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a high-definition white shirt, the buttons were meticulously buttoned at the neckline, his appearance was clear, and his noble aura made people dare not look directly at him.

But--

Fu Zhi pursed his lower lip and corrected him: "My aunt."

It's not that she deliberately took advantage.

It's just that Mr. Li has a special identity. He provided the genetic sequences of the first three generations of the 927 experimental clock.

But the first three generations of the test products have defects.

In Fu Zhi's generation, the state ordered that Mr. Li was not allowed to provide his own genetic sequence.

Mr. Li was unhappy. He cried, made trouble, and hanged himself, but these methods were not easy to use. He finally thought of a trick and retreated to the second line.

- Do not provide genes, but participate in research.

He and a group of experts created Fu Zhi. In Fu Zhi's rational thinking, Mr. Li is half her father.

Fu Zhi's seniority is very big.

Paused for a few seconds.

She said in a calm tone: "Zhizhi is not your name, you are too small."

"..."

Staring at her for a few seconds, Li Nanli's deep and pitch-black eyes flashed and he was speechless.

He quickly thought of the 927 experiment, and asked her with a tight mouth, "What do you call my grandpa?"

Fu Zhi: "Grandpa Li."

Li Nanli's eyes swept across her serious little face, and his voice was low, "Zhizhi, I also call him grandpa—"

"It's different." Fu Zhi interrupted him.

After all, Old Man Li was getting old, and he didn't look good either. Although Fu Zhi didn't speak well, he still respected him in his heart.

"You don't care what I call him, it doesn't matter," she said.

"We each call each other, you should do your duty and filial piety."

Li Nanli: "..."

After a pause, Li Nanli licked his lips and smiled, "Zhizhi, what kind of filial piety do you want me to do to you?"

Fu Zhi was very serious and said word by word: "First, change the name and call it Xiaogu."

He nodded, smiled in a low voice, and said with a good temper, "I listen to Zhizhi."

Fu Zhi said with a stern face, "I listened to my aunt."

Li Nanli: "Okay, Zhizhi."

Fu Zhi: "..."

Fu Zhi: You can cook it by yourself. Chaotic generation, no.