After waiting for a long time, the man coldly spit out a word, "Go back to the furnace and rebuild." ”

Reinvent the furnace?!

Mianmian understands that for the doll, "rebuilding" means destroying and starting over.

She didn't want to be destroyed, so she knelt on the ground and hugged Fu Qinghan's leg dependently.

Fu Qinghan was expressionless and continued to play the piano.

Mianmian was coquettish for a long time, and saw that the man was still not moving, so he pulled his trouser legs and raised his little face pitifully.

Fu Qinghan lowered his eyes.

When touching the girl's beautiful and familiar almond eyes, her expression moved slightly.

His face was grim, "Want to stay?" ”

Mianmian nodded earnestly.

Fu Qinghan stared at her almond eyes, "Two days, let me be satisfied." ”

Mianmian nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

The program implanted in the chip started like a miracle, and she was sweet and sweet:

"Mr. Fu, in order to thank you for letting me stay, I can provide you with a beep service, which will definitely make you very satisfied."

Fu Qinghan: ......

Continuous:......

Beep – What is it?

I always felt that something was wrong.

Mianmian's face was red and about to drip blood.

She crawled out of the study.

After hiding outside for a while, she couldn't help but lie on the side of the door and quietly look at Fu Qinghan.

He sat in the light and shadow, and his body seemed to be plated with a thin golden halo, handsome as a god.

Playing the piano slowly and methodically, noble and elegant.

Still so affectionate to her......

As if sensing that she was peeping, he looked over.

Mianmian hurriedly and shyly dodged.

She leaned against the wall, clenching her fists to cheer herself on.

She must behave well to make Mr. Fu happy with her so that she can stay by his side.

She also has to try to get him to kiss herself, only then can she talk like a normal person!

The girl diligently ran downstairs into the kitchen and began to carefully choose and wash vegetables.

Zhang's mother, who was in charge of cooking, was surprised, "Are you?" ”

Mianmian couldn't control her program, "Hello Zhang's mother, I am Mr. Fu's partner, and I will be sweet with him tonight!" ”

Zhang's mother: ...... Mate? What's the situation?!

At dinner, Fu Qinghan came to the hall downstairs and sat down at the long pear wood carved table.

His eating posture is elegant and pleasing to the eye, like the nobles of ancient times.

Mianmian looked at it, her stomach let out a "coo", and she lowered her head a little embarrassed.

Fu Qinghan thought about it for a while, and asked someone to bring a cup of something in front of her.

Mianmian hugged the cup and took a sip.

It smelled weird, like engine oil......

Mr. Fu actually fed her to drink engine oil!

She covered her mouth and held back her nausea so she didn't throw it up.

Fu Qinghan looked at her little face twisted, "Don't like it?" ”

Mianmian nodded.

It's motor oil and not juice, so it's strange that she likes it.

Fu Qinghan thought about it for a while, and asked someone to bring another drink.

The light brown drink is served in a beautiful glass cup with a glass straw inserted, and the mouth of the cup is decorated with lemon slices and a small paper umbrella, which is very cute and beautiful.

Mianmian carefully sucked down the straw.

The little face immediately wrinkled, and this cup was still engine oil......

She looked at Fu Qinghan a little annoyed.

Fu Qinghan has never seen a doll that can be angry.

He pointed to the glass cup and hesitated: "This is the most expensive engine oil......

He had just read the "Maid Feeding Manual" sent by Shen Tianyi in the study, which clearly wrote that the little maid's favorite food was engine oil.

But why didn't his little maid like it?

Is it because the oil is the wrong model?

He pondered, took a sip of red wine.

Mianmian's face was full of envy.

Mr. Fu's red wine, I really want to taste it......

Looking up, Mr. Fu's lips on the edge of the glass are very beautiful, because the skin tone is pale, and the lip color is particularly red.

As long as she is kissed by him, she can speak normally......

Fu Qinghan noticed her eyes and couldn't help frowning again.

Like, shy, angry, envious......

As an artificial intelligence, isn't this little maid's emotions a bit much?

It seems to be deliberately personified, with more thoughts and emotions that belong to human beings, not at all like dolls who execute program commands.

Mianmian didn't notice the change in his expression, and his white and slender little fingers quietly touched the table, inch by inch, and secretly moved towards Fu Qinghan's red wine glass.

She was embarrassed to ask Mr. Fu for a kiss, so she could only try to pick it up indirectly. Kiss.

I don't know about the indirect connection. Can a kiss meet the conditions of the strategy......