Will the bionic fiance act like a spoiled child?

Chapter 4

After waiting at home for a whole day, Sly was bored enough to talk to the robot vacuum cleaner, and was so hungry that he even finished the tube of expired nutrient solution.

Ever since he tried to sweep the floor during the day, he almost crashed the robot vacuum (the style is too old, and Sly never used it): trying to iron clothes left a black mark on Qiao Yulin's military uniform; ... After that, he felt that lying still was the greatest favor to Qiao Yulin.

At this moment, he really wished that he was really a robot, at least plugged in and not hungry.

But Qiao Yulin will bring food home, he will definitely, and then he will just be quiet, so that the other party will not notice it.

Sly rested his chin on the sofa, almost wanting to see through.

"Hey, when did your master come home? It's almost eight o'clock, isn't he coming back yet?"

The sweeping robot squatted quietly.

Slai said again: "I'm starving to death, are you hungry? If you are hungry, I'll help you recharge your battery?"

The sweeping robot remained silent.

"Aren't you still angry? I didn't mean to. But you're too unintelligent."

Sly fiddled, finally getting no pleasure out of one-sided conversations.

At this moment, the whole door was lit up, flashed a blue light, and then opened automatically.

The longing figure finally appeared, really holding a packing bag in his hand.

Slai's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he called out affectionately, "Master, you are finally back."

Seeing this battle, Qiao Yulin stepped back half a step.

Slay's eyes gleamed, and he ran straight towards him.

This made Qiao Yulin feel that not only did she raise a nonsense fiancé, but it was more like raising a... clingy kitten.

After not seeing him for a day, he wagged his tail in excitement.

Both were intimacy he had never experienced.

What Si Hui said on the terminal flashed in Qiao Yulin's mind, and it was actually verified at this moment.

—He seems to really like me.

Qiao Yulin was not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships.

What's more, the other party is Slay.

They have a special relationship, and they are not passers-by who turn around and have nothing to do with them. Simple rejection will not work.

Furthermore, the other party only has, can he accept it?

...should cry a lot.

Qiao Yulin sighed and decided to make a long-term plan.

So he stretched out his arms, ready to accept the other party's hug for the time being.

But when Sly saw him raise his hand, instead of approaching him, he deftly avoided it and snatched the packing bag from his hand.

Qiao Yulin:?

Qiao Yulin didn't know why he was so interested in the new toiletries he bought.

But it was originally prepared for him, so I took it away.

"Why are these?" Slai was disappointed after opening it, "Didn't you buy some food?"

Qiao Yulin lowered his hands and asked, "Didn't you cook?"

Good question, one sentence knocked him down.

"Master, Lingling is afraid that it won't suit your taste, so he dare not act rashly." Slai gritted his teeth.

Qiao Yulin nodded: "I don't have any taboos."

"But I've already eaten, so I don't need to do it today." He glanced at the time, "Si... Ling Ling, remember to prepare breakfast at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

Slai's mood became more and more difficult to calm down.

I don't know whether "I've eaten it" is more uncomfortable, or the phrase "make breakfast at six o'clock tomorrow morning" makes him vomit blood more.

Am I here to practice?Life is so hard...

Sly turned his back and suppressed his tears.

"Yes, Master."

From the corner of Qiao Yulin's eyes, he glanced at the two bright nutrient solution packaging bags in the trash can, and then remembered to ask: "Did you eat, cough, and charge today?"

Slai took it for granted that this was Qiao Yulin's temptation to him.

"Yes, master, my battery is fully charged now."

Qiao Yulin nodded: the appetite is as small as a kitten.

"Did you do anything else today?"

Si Lai shrank his neck all of a sudden, and said guiltily, "I also did some housework."

Qiao Yulin was really surprised: Si Lai actually knew how to do housework.

It's just that he looked around, and there was no obvious change in the home.

"what have you done?"

Si Lai stood in front of the motionless sweeping robot: "It's just the usual laundry, sweeping the floor and so on."

He suddenly felt blessed, changed the subject cheerfully, and said, "Master, are you tired? Let me give you a shoulder squeeze."

Qiao Yulin: "...OK."

Qiao Yulin took off his coat, and Slai cautiously put his hands on it.Through the thin white shirt, Qiao Yulin's muscles were clearly shaped to the touch. They were all in one piece, like steel, and could not be squeezed.

The figure is very good.

With a bit of resentment, Slai vented all his hunger here, so he squeezed harder and harder, until finally he was almost exerting all his strength.

He was so tired that he was sweating all over, while Qiao Yulin kept his eyes closed and leaned on the back of the chair leisurely, looking quite enjoying it.

Slai said viciously: "Master, I am strong, is it okay, huh?"

Qiao Yulin was silent for a while, and then Fang replied, "Put more strength."

Sly: ...

Is this real?

If Sly looked carefully, he should be able to see that General Joe's ears were reddening rapidly, spreading from behind the ears to his cheeks and neck.

There was no other reason, Sly was panting too loudly.

Squeezing his shoulders seemed to exhaust him, and the sound of breathing became heavier and heavier.

The hands are constantly moving, and it can be felt that a lot of effort has been exerted.But that strength is still like a kitten paw.

With [-]% of his strength, he breathed out very hard.

The breath hit his ear pinnae without any landing, it was extremely hot.

Not to mention the begging for praise: "Master, can I do this?"

"Master, how about this?"

master, master, master...

These two words pierced his ears like a magic sound, disturbing the general's six senses.

Even when Sly was tired from pinching, he leaned on his back like a soft and boneless dodder flower.

Qiao Yulin had never been so intimate with others before.

Not even parents.

The sensation that followed was strange, strange, and even itchy.Qiao Yulin felt that he wanted to do something.

But it feels vague and unclear.

Before the heartbeat monitor issued an abnormal alarm again, Qiao Yulin stood up, as if he understood what he wanted to do.

"I'm going to wash up, you rest."

Slai stood there in a daze: "Yes, master."

Qiao Yulin didn't do anything, how could he be so hot?Sly looked at his hands and thought.

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Before going to bed, Sly said silently countless times: "Wake me up at 05:30 tomorrow morning, wake me up at 05:30 tomorrow morning."

No way, he doesn't have an alarm clock, so he can only turn to his biological clock for help.

But even if there were eight alarm clocks and ten bionic nannies to wake him up, Sly could take half an hour to get up, so his biological clock was naturally untrustworthy.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning when Slai woke up from hunger again.

"Eight o'clock, it's still early."

Slai turned around and wanted to go back to sleep, but the next moment he straightened up and sat up on the spot in amazement: "It's eight o'clock!"

Si Lai put on his slippers in a panic, and went out of the room to have a look in fear.

Qiao Yulin left again.

Sly didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

Qiao Yulin had better leave directly.If he had asked him to get up, but Sly had made a face to the other party as if he was at home, then he would be finished.

Sly secretly went crazy in the house for a while, then washed up obediently, and started cooking for himself.

Qiao Yulin could stop eating, but he couldn't stop eating.

When he looked at himself in the mirror, his chin sharpened a lot, and his eyes also looked bigger.

He rummaged through the house and finally found a paper cookbook that could almost be considered an antique.

Slai used the gourd painting ladle and tried it out.

He didn't know how hot the oil pan was, or the ratio of seasonings. He didn't even know from the recipe that this dish was called "eggplant" and that was "potatoes".

After a meal, a Si's dish of "stewing all kinds of ingredients randomly, adding whatever is pleasing to the eye" is freshly baked.

It just looks like coke, and the whole kitchen is filled with thick smoke.

Sly forgot to ventilate, and now the whole house smells of thick smoke that can't go away.

He was out of breath with a cough, but he was quite satisfied.

It should be pretty good to cook like this for the first time, he thought to himself.

A bell rang somewhere in the living room, and Slay looked for it in a daze.

Before I could find it, the ringtone stopped.

Si Lai had no choice but to give up, thinking: Should I leave this dish for Qiao Yulin to eat?

Slai wanted to eat his chopsticks several times, but in the end he didn't dare to do so, and even felt that he was not hungry at all.

He repeated this over and over again, picking up the chopsticks and putting them down again.

Suddenly, the sound of the door being unlocked and a rush of footsteps were heard.Si Lai bit his chopsticks and went out to look. It was Qiao Yulin who was busy with the world.

Slai felt strange: "Master, why do you..."

Qiao Yulin's face was gloomy, and he quickly opened all the windows, checked inside and outside the house, and then checked up, down, left, and right according to Slai.

Slai didn't understand, so he said, "Master, what, what's wrong."

"This is what I want to ask you, what are you doing?"

"I, I cook."

Qiao Yulin looked at Slai's cat-like dirty face, and couldn't say anything serious.

Can cooking set off a fire alarm?

"Ok."

Slai's eyelashes trembled, seeing a distinct black mark on the collar of Qiao Yulin's clothes, he didn't know what expression to put on.

"Did I do something wrong?"

When Qiao Yulin wore this dress to the military headquarters today, he received many strange looks, and now he hurried back.

But Sly asked innocently, "Did I do something wrong?"

He looked like he really didn't know what he was doing wrong.

Qiao Yulin pulled him to the balcony to breathe fresh air, opened his mouth, but replied: "No, you did a good job."

Slai was overjoyed, his spirit visible to the naked eye rose.

"Really? Then do you want to... eat what I made?"

Qiao Yulin was keenly aware of the danger.

This kind of intuition has allowed him to escape from death countless times, but it seems very unreasonable for this kind of premonition to appear at this moment.

He tried his best to ignore the strangeness, and replied, "Okay."

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General Joe, who is dazzled by love