It is not easy to improve the design drawings of this stealth fighter. There are too many factors to consider.
Song Jing picked up the digital tablet and didn't put it down. While drawing pictures, he also explained it to the fighter designer who asked questions.
These fighter aircraft designers are all the top talents of the Feng Kingdom, and each of them is a proud son of heaven. Both their understanding and learning ability are far better than ordinary people.
While they were watching Song Jing draw pictures, they also picked up their own tablets and began to draw their own ideas. Then they all discussed and discussed together, staying up all night without eating or sleeping.
Shi Yan grabbed a chair, pushed aside the group of fighter jet designers surrounding Song Jing with a strong aura, and sat down next to Song Jing.
He was not very good at drawing, so he only watched Song Jing draw smooth lines back and forth on the digital tablet, and used his round fingertips to zoom in and show details, and occasionally spoke to the fighter designer next to him.
Song Jing doesn't talk much, and her voice is cold, but when it comes to professional knowledge, she is concise and to the point. And whenever anyone asks, she will explain it.
Shi Yan leaned back on the chair and tilted his head to look at Song Jing's smooth jawline and fair profile.
Song Jing worked very seriously and didn't even look at him.
Shi Yan didn't bother her, he just sat aside and watched. His aloof and cold aura, like green pines and broken snow, instantly turned into a gurgling warm spring after seeing his little girl.
"Master Mo Jiu, look here, is my drawing correct?" Another fighter designer came over and asked.
Song Jing raised his eyes from the tablet and turned to his tablet, "This part is not good. Our current welding technology cannot bear it. You can change it like this..."
Shi Yan lazily opened his eyelids and glanced at the fighter designer who came to ask questions. This man had already asked no less than ten questions, and he wore glasses and looked pretty.
Tsk!
With so many questions, could it be that he had thoughts about his little girl and asked some questions deliberately to make trouble?
He was already sitting next to him, but he dared to be so blatant. He was treating him as a dead person and wanted to poach him...?
Shi Yan's active thinking suddenly stopped.
Song Jing was still talking to the designer who came to ask questions, but his other hand let go of the tablet, moved it off the table, and held his fingers under the table.
Shi Yan moved his fingers and immediately interlocked with hers, then used his other hand to gently pinch her fingers and knead and massage them.
Song Jing was born with cold fair skin and his fingers were very white, so the sunken red mark pressed out by the digital tablet was particularly obvious and dazzling.
Shi Yan looked at it and gently massaged the red mark back and forth with his fingertips.
Song Jing curled his fingers back and held his index finger for a while, then turned his fingers and wrote on the palm of his hand.
【Let me recharge my batteries.】
Shi Yan smiled, with the rippling spring warmth in his eyes, and wrote on Song Jing's palm with his fingertips.
【Go to the bathroom.】
Song Jing's fingertips trembled and he tapped the palm of his hand.
"That's it, you can try it again by yourself."
"Okay, thank you, God Mo Jiu."
Song Jing was explaining things to others while also playing tricks with Shi Yan, doing both correctly.
After everyone left, Song Jing pushed away the tablet and stood up.
"Mo Jiu?" Ming Zhengye looked at her doubtfully.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Song Jing went out and Shi Yan also got up.
"Brother Yan?" Xiang Wenxing sat beside him and felt sleepy.
"I'm going to the bathroom too."
When Shi Yan went to the bathroom, Song Jing stood at the public washbasin outside the bathroom, leaning slightly against the edge of the sink, looking at him coming over, and slightly raised his eyes to look at him.
Shi Yan stepped forward, took her hand, pulled her directly into the toilet cubicle, and pushed Song Jing against the door.
Song Jing leaned on his chest and raised his eyebrows at him, "This is the men's room."
"I can't control it anymore."
Shi Yan lowered his head and kissed her hard.
Song Jing raised his hand and grabbed his shoulder, raising his chin slightly in response.
The little girl is so capable and charming that even a dignified man is worried about gains and losses, and has a great sense of crisis.
After a while, Shi Yan let go of Song Jing and asked, "How long will it take?"
"Two or three days at the fastest." It is not easy to improve the design drawings of stealth fighter planes. Otherwise, Feng Country's military strength would not have been lagging behind Country M for decades.
"How are you feeling?" Shi Yan rubbed her already red lips with his fingertips, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth again.
Song Jing raised his eyebrows and pushed him away, "Let's get to work."
Shi Yan chuckled, "You have to go back in tandem?"
Song Jing didn't respond and went to the wash basin outside to grab a handful of water and splash it on his face.
"Does it look like we are having an affair?"
"Brother Yan, if you have an affair with me like this, will your girlfriend be angry if she finds out?" Song Jing raised his eyes and glanced sideways at Shi Yan, with water droplets hanging on his eyebrows and bangs, and there was a seductive evil look in his beautiful eyes.
Peaceful.
"We can do it secretly without letting my girlfriend find out." Shi Yan smiled and gently scratched her chin with his fingertips.
"Then tell me, which one is better, your girlfriend or me?" Song Jing raised his hand and held his finger, put it between his teeth and bit it gently, and Shi Yan's eyes darkened instantly.
, the Adam's apple obviously rolled a bit.
However, Song Jing still refused to let go, raising his eyebrows slightly and looking at him with a hook, as if seducing him.
"You are all good, my brother wants it all."
"Uncle, you can't be too greedy." Song Jing pushed him away, turned around and left.
Shi Yan smiled sullenly, "Bad girl, she will leave immediately after flirting with her, and even light a fire without extinguishing it."
Song Jing curled up his lips and ignored him, and went back to the conference room to break down the design drawings.
When Xiang Wenxing saw Song Jing coming back, he smiled at her. He originally wanted to say a few words, but when he saw Song Jing's lips, he immediately covered his chest and sat back, his drowsiness covered by dog food.
Ming Zhengye also saw the changes in Song Jing's lips. There was nothing he could do, Song Jing's skin was too white, and his original lip color was cherry pink, but now it has turned into bright red. Anyone with eyes would know what happened at a glance, but Song Jing's
He looked calm and didn't care.
Ming Zhengye kicked Mr. Shi Er under the table and asked in a low voice, "What is the relationship between Mo Jiu and Shi Yan?"
"Hehe." Mr. Shi Er had disliked Shi Yan for bringing his little girlfriend to the research institute before, but now he was so angry, "What else can we do? They are boyfriend and girlfriend. She is our Shi Yan's future granddaughter-in-law."
"Oh, no wonder." Ming Zhengye nodded with great satisfaction, "Then it will be much easier to ask Mo Jiu for help in the future. But how could a girl like Mo Jiu, who is so cold, fall in love with Shi Yan?"
Mr. Shi Er frowned, "To be honest, I don't know either. I think Girl Song's eyes may not be very good."
Song Jing glanced over with an indifferent look, and Ming Zhengye and Mr. Shi Er subconsciously sat upright.
It's a bit embarrassing to secretly discuss the relationship issues of juniors, but also to be caught by juniors.
Ming Zhengye glared at the second old man Shi: I don't want you to learn a lesson. You were bullied before and you still dare to say bad things about Shi Yan.
Mr. Shi Er felt aggrieved: I'm used to it, so I just said it as soon as I got it.
And he felt that what he said was right. As for Shi Yan's bad temper, which no one looked down upon, there was indeed something wrong with Song Yatou's ability to fall in love with him.
On the other hand, Song Yatou herself needs to be good-looking, capable, and young. She is so many years younger than Shi Yan, so she doesn't know what she likes about Shi Yan.
Is it the face?
Shi Yan also came back. Mr. Shi Er looked at his face and nodded, feeling that he had found the truth.