The stories of the mad scientist made Qin Xin’s lips twitch: "..."
She went over the ancient history the man had explained to her once again.
Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat: "Just now, did you tell a... very secret matter? And it’s sothing you swore not to reveal? Now that I know this secret, will your scientist organization from back then kill to keep it quiet?"
The man was taken aback, then a aningful smile appeared on his lips: "No."
"Why not?"
"Because you’re my little darling, you’re not an outsider."
Qin Xin: "...!"
What kind of magical phrase is "little darling," every ti he says it, she blushes uncontrollably.
"I’ve confessed everything to you. So, can my little darling tell now, why are you so interested in humanoid robots?"
"I..." Qin Xin didn’t know how to explain the deep-seated vendetta inside her.
Just then.
From the other end of the living room, the guest room door suddenly creaked open.
Qin Xiaoshuang, rubbing her sleepy eyes, walked out from inside: "Sister, brother-in-law, why aren’t you sleeping..."
Not only were they not sleeping, but brother-in-law was carrying sister in the most popular princess carry seen on TV, how sweet.
Seeing Nalan Ye Jue carrying Qin Xin while sitting in the wheelchair, Qin Xiaoshuang was initially surprised, then imdiately acted as if it were normal, turning to go into the bathroom, yawning: "Sister, brother-in-law, don’t mind , I’m just going to the bathroom and then back to sleep. Ah, so sleepy... can’t see anything clearly..."
Qin Xin: "..."
Her face blushed to her ears.
No way, she couldn’t let Qin Xiaoshuang, this little kid, have any wild "imagination."
She imdiately raised her voice: "I’m just hungry and want a midnight snack, Xiao Shuang, do you want so?"
A mature voice ca from the bathroom: "No, you give it to brother-in-law."
Qin Xin: "..."
Why does it feel like her face is getting even hotter?
Nalan Ye Jue looked at Qin Xin’s changing expressions with a half-smiling, half not expression, feeling in a great mood: "So the little darling is hungry, then let your husband make you a midnight snack."
With that, he carried her to the kitchen.
Qin Xin refused: "No need..."
Nalan Ye Jue, with a serious face: "You should be honest with the kids, otherwise they’ll think you’re lying."
Qin Xin: "..."
Another irresistible magical reason.
Thus, originally Nalan Ye Jue could have carried her up to the bedroom in a few minutes by the elevator.
But this took a whole half-hour.
He stead a sea cucumber egg custard for her, made a cup of hot milk, and watched her finish it before taking her back to the room.
Her waist was strained, she couldn’t climb onto the bed.
He just carried her and laid her down gently.
Then he alternated between cold and hot compresses, relieving the pain of her sprain.
Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, his care was unaffected, detailed and smooth.
Moved, Qin Xin couldn’t help but think about sothing: how did she foolishly believe this morning that the man was physically disadvantaged, couldn’t dress himself in a suit and tie, couldn’t wear an apron himself, and needed her help?
Ahh, she fell into the trap he set again.
Before sleeping.
Qin Xin asked him one last question: "Is your Nalan Group still researching real human robot prototypes? If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to, I’m just curious."
Nalan Ye Jue looked at her deeply: "First, let correct my little darling’s wording, Nalan Group is ours, not ’yours’."
Qin Xin’s face turned red again.
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