My Gentle Tyrant (34)

The little emperor bowed his head silently.

Looking at his five-short figure, sitting on the chair, his little short legs couldn't even touch the ground.

“……”

The woman was humiliating him.

The child's soft and white little face turned to Fu Yue, and said gloomily: "Sooner or later, you will know that I am not small." ”

He may have been humiliated by Fu Yue to the point that his psychology was distorted.

Yu Li continued to choke on the soup.

After being in this world for a while, he almost understood a lot of things, and heard such imaginative words...... Yu Li's fair and delicate face was distorted for a moment, and he almost didn't hold back the cold killer character.

He took a tissue and wiped the corner of his lower lip with graceful movements.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Yu Li doesn't talk much, he is also a simple person to the extreme, his mind is relatively simple, and there are no twists and turns.

may be because of a killer, he can do it and never force it, so Yu Li is not very good at communicating with others, and most of the time he looks like a stuffy gourd, which makes people suspect that he has autism.

That's why.

Fu Yue felt that Yu Li was much more reliable than Ji Rong.

The reason, few words, cold.

It's not like the little emperor can't force it for a day.

The stone lying on the table brushed the wave of presence, oh, the rules of this small world to be exact.

It rolled over and said in a thin voice: "I should have two or three days to regain my energy, and I can send you back." ”

Keeping the stone in shape, the rule erected itself, and raised its chin proudly as he said this, for it was impossible to see where its jaw was, only that the stone had jumped in a strange arc.

Fu Yue: "......"

Ji Rong: "......" 168 book library

Yu Li: "......"

The rules were furious: "What do you mean, what kind of expression is this??" ”

It felt humiliated.

Fu Yue counted with his fingers, and said to himself: "If you still have two or three days to recover your energy, my classmates will be at this weekend, that is, in three days...... That must be going back after I finish slapping Xu Lan's woman's face...... Three days to go......"

Fu Yue suddenly slapped the table.

"I have to spend all the money before I go back, otherwise it will be too much of a loss!!"

During these days, Fu Yue has made some money by submitting articles, published dozens of articles on major public accounts, and has also earned tens of thousands of yuan before and after, and can maintain their usual life.

But Fu Yue is definitely more than satisfied with this.

As a professional money shredder, how can this money be enough for her to spend.

So, Fu Yue had a ghost idea.

Having traveled through so many worlds, she has also made unparalleled contributions in some fields, and those things are imprinted in the depths of memory that cannot be erased, so she sorted out a piece of information overnight, which is about chip manufacturing.

The method that Fu Yue sorted out was at least decades ahead of the world, that is, she had studied it in other worlds.

If this kind of technology is made public, I am afraid it will cause an uproar.

Fu Yue is ready to sell this technology, to whom to sell it, to the country.

The research she researched was naturally hers, and Fu Yue didn't feel the slightest burden to exchange it for money.

The reason is clear.

She's poor!

Fu Yue sent half of this document to the person above in an anonymous way, and then attached his own WeChat account.

Only one night later, someone really added this WeChat.

At that time, Fu Yue was squatting on the sofa and eating instant noodles in a very heroic posture.