When the robot Xiaoha walked out of the living room, the little glutinous rice dumplings were lying on the neckline of Lord Han Jiu, and the white glutinous face was still very enjoyable, and after speaking, Ning Sheng didn't have any idea of speaking again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a few minutes, there was only silence in the room.

Learning from Lord Han Jiu, Zhang Baobei did the same, leaning on the sofa, her back suddenly relaxed, thinking about this kind of thing, she didn't think about it in front of Lord Han Jiu at all, this is the thing that Zhang Baobei is most unaccustomed to in the feel planet.

Who called Master Han Jiu the forerunner of thought control, for her, a novice, it was the end of eggs and stones, and she didn't want it at all.

I moved my body, and unconsciously slowly adjusted to the most comfortable position, and when sleepiness hit, my breath became hot, and my eyelids slowly closed, and then, I fell asleep.

Who is Han Jiu? Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhang Baobei, who was asleep, and pressed the temperature regulator a few times to adjust it to the most comfortable temperature for Zhang Baobei.

Leaned down again, of course, all this was unknown to Zhang Baobei, who couldn't sleep more soundly.

Xiao Nuomi dumplings also turned over, closed their eyes, they are really happy here in Master Hanjiu, the temperature mediator is not something that anyone can use; Its thinking can't escape Han Jiu's sight at all, especially in Han Jiu's home, everything in the house is high-tech configuration, and this configuration is not something that can be owned by money. Of course, money is important, this is only the first step, the key is that you also have to have the ability to control these high-tech, human control can be arguably the safest and most dangerous behavior.

Combining the two, there is a safe behavior model in the middle boundary, which Zhang Baobei still does not understand, and for her, it is a magical thing.

The snow-white belly of the small glutinous rice dumplings was on the collar of Lord Han Jiu, and they fell together.

Feeling some thoughts of the little glutinous rice dumplings, the corners of Han Jiu's mouth brought a soft smile, what kind of owner has what kind of little cute pet.

This is not a compliment, nor is it a derogatory, just a plain narrative.

Guess it's time for these two little pet bags who just want to run out of his sight and come back?

Question mark?

Han Jiu felt that he was affected by the independent wisdom of the housekeeper Xiaoha, and he also had nonsensical ideas.

More than half an hour passed quickly, when the robot Xiaoha, well, the housekeeper Xiaoha served a big meal from the kitchen, he found that on the sofa in the living room, in addition to the nine masters, the little master and the little cute pet slept happily, and the atmosphere was still very warm, swollen?

Lower your voice, "Master Hanjiu, dinner is ready." ”

"Hmm." Han Jiu nodded and replied with a little nasal rhyme.

"Xiaoha, you go first."

"Okay, Master Hanjiu." The robot Xiaoha bowed slightly, walked easily, walked out of the living room, and returned to its usual resting place.

After another ten minutes, Han Jiu picked up his belly and drummed small glutinous rice dumplings with one hand, "It's time for dinner." ”

"Hmm, Master Hanjiu, you know how to bully the Lun family, you go and wake up Zhang Baobei." The little glutinous rice dumpling muttered dissatisfiedly, and the little buttocks were still twisting and twisting.

However, in the next second, the little nose twitched twice, and his eyes instantly brightened, as if he was shining with a thousand lights, "Zhang Baobei, Zhang Baobei, hurry up, it's dinner time, it's so fragrant, it's so fragrant, I want to drool." ”