Chapter 280: Future holographic games (7)

The girl hesitated, "Yes, it was given to me by Mr. Nan... He hopes that I will come to see you."
Hearing the words, the beautiful boy shook his head slightly, and the amber scorpion picked up and swallowed slowly: "Oh. Go back and tell him, let the messy people come over to find me, give him permission, and all stop here."
The girl was shocked and couldn’t help but take a step back.
Opposite the beautiful, heart-warming scorpion, looking at her quietly and harmlessly, the girl could not help but be cold and sweaty, whispered: "Ah, Azhuo, how can I say that I am messy, I am..."
When she got to her lips, she got stuck.
The word "stepmother" can not be said anyway. With her family, young and beautiful, she is able to climb the middle-aged head of the South, but she will never be able to conquer the younger Prince of the South.
She stopped the voice.
The teenager is just expressionless.
The girl held her fist and suddenly fell off.
After seeing Nanchan with Mr. Nan, her nightmare came. The first time I met was at the family feast. The juvenile's long legs overlapped at will, leaning against a column, and the eyes were slightly closed, which seemed to be asleep.
Standing and sleeping can be convincing. Until the bell in the distance woke him up, the moment of opening his eyes, under the long eyelashes, revealing a beautiful amber gold, the beauty of the juvenile can not be described, only intoxicated.
Later, from Mr. Nan, she learned that the Prince had narcolepsy.
No wonder he is slow and slow from day to night. It looks a little slow and cute. When he can basically see him, he is lazy and calm.
If you like your future stepchild, what is more desperate than this? The family has nothing to do with her, and she knows how upset she is.
Fortunately, Nan Zhuo is the same for anyone, lazy, slow, and doesn't care.
The girl stared at the slender fingers of the opposite person and looked at the white porcelain tray. She held back her heart and said softly, "I only help you with your meal..."
The boy finally frowned, and then his lips were slightly sloppy, in an indifferent and calm tone: "Roll."
The invisible spiritual pressure enveloped, the girl was pale in a moment, and the mental attack would undoubtedly make people lose their senses, as if there was only the instinct to survive.
She ran out of the house, and she was able to react in her head and gasp.
... It is a young man who manipulates the first mech, this kind of mental strength... is terrible.
The girls are not willing to take a deep breath.
In the room, the teenager holding the tray silently looked down and looked at the cake that fell on the ground because of the spiritual power.
He was silent for a few seconds.
The servant of the machine moved with due diligence and erased the traces. The teenager squatted for a few seconds, and the beautiful cockroaches were quiet and quiet, and they were actually tangled.
Let the robot cook?
The newly bought robot seems to have forgotten the procedure for learning to cook.
Set now?
But I don't want to set it up, so tired.
……do it yourself?
Don't want to do it, it's more tiring.
After being quiet for a while, he calmly handed the pallet to the robot and took a long leg back to the room.
... continue to be hungry.
Drowsiness came up, and the teenager raised his hand and smashed his throat. When he passed the game cabin, he suddenly stopped.
I remembered the girl again.
Round and tender, white face, looks like a cake, very sweet look.
The slender fingers rested on the game compartment, and the young coveted a little thought, slowly walking into the legs.