Chapter 3232

She looked at the well-dressed young man, took back the action of wanting to touch the knife at the moment of waking up without leaving a trace, and said with a smile: "morning."

Qi Yun slept on the sofa. With his height and long legs, he was really wronged.

Robots don't need sleep.

Just charge regularly.

Sleep is just a program in the system that mimics humans.

When it was dyed white, the white gauze like snow curtains in the room had been opened by Qi Yun. The low light in the morning penetrated through the huge and transparent French window. The morning light fainted and dyed the girl's warm and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, like poetry and painting.

The sun is clean and fresh, the atmosphere is quiet and peaceful, and the room is clean. The clothes you need to wear today have been folded next to each other without any wrinkles. There are all kinds of supplies in the washroom. The porcelain cup for brushing teeth is quietly placed next to it, the water temperature is moderate, the toothbrush is placed next to it, and there are not many and many peppermint toothpaste squeezed on it. The delicious and attractive breakfast is steaming, completely according to the taste of dyed white.

Everything was done by Qiyun in advance. It belongs to the precision and care of the machine. There is no detail, no omission, and the arrangement is clear.

From getting up in the morning, you don't need to dye white to do anything.

Dyed white and hooked her thin and soft lips. She didn't wear gold wire glasses because of camouflage, but her elegant and ancient temperament seemed to melt into her bones. It was undoubtedly revealed when there was no camouflage. It seemed to be a ink painting in the misty rain in the depths of time. Her voice was cold and pleasant, just like the sound of nature, cold and warm as the Moonlight: "it's so sweet."

The young officer was cold and calm, as calm as a benchmark. His ice blue eyes were particularly beautiful in the dim light, like colored glass. There was a deep evil confused mood in the depths of his eyes, and his voice was clear and low: "it's my honor to take care of my master."

It's killing.

Ran Bai doubts whether Qi Yun investigated the provocative 100 style method by controlling the data of the world.

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Qiao Zhuxing has been waiting outside. He sits in the car and looks very low-key. He can see the figure coming this way from a distance through the half open window.

It's two people.

"Mr. Song, please --" seeing the young man approaching, the driver bent slightly and opened the door for the young man.

Qi Yun's windbreaker was expensive and cold. His slender white fingers led the girl's wrist, his long legs crossed, sat in, and then glanced at ran Bai, "sit beside me."

Joe frowned imperceptibly.

Does Mr. Song attach too much importance to 3587?

Sure enough, young people still can't resist the desire for power.

Everyone came up. The driver was driving and driving all the way. The road was shaking and people were dizzy. They didn't know what route to reach group A.

The black business car slowly drove away from the bustling center of Kyoto.

Joe Zhuxing sat in the co driver's seat. He could occasionally see the young people and girls sitting there through the car mirror. He looked back without leaving a trace.

The young man leaned lazily and indifferently against the back of the car seat. His long legs were wrapped in black pants. The lines were straight and tall. It was a bit silent, implying the desire for beauty. The exposed ankle was cold white, with beautiful bones. His long legs were slightly bent against the front seat, which seemed a little bent because of space.

He looked very pale, but one hand always clasped the wrist of the girl around him. He hasn't let go from the beginning to now.

Ran Bai let Qi Yun lead her to sleep lazily and didn't care about what was about to happen.

An hour later,

At last we reached our destination

Ran Bai looked out,

This is indeed the road to group A, but it is only a back door. It takes nine turns and eighteen turns to reach the core area. Qiao Zhuxing is very vigilant.

"Mr. Song." Qiao Zhuxing got out of the car, looked at the young man politely and gloomily, and smiled, "please."

The young man had a long body and didn't lift his eyes. It seemed that he was lack of interest and indifferent to all the scenes around him. He just spit out two words: "lead the way."

Joe Zhu Xing raised his chin and greeted the guard.

The guard nodded, "Mr. Song, please follow me." after that, he walked forward.

With one hand in his pocket, Qiyun walked in leisurely, like walking in a leisurely court.

Qiao Zhuxing licked his lips, walked with Qi Yun and took the lead in opening the topic: "this batch of robots have completed the third test. What does Mr. Song think?"

Qi Yun glanced at him with a light glance. His deep cold star like eyes didn't have half the temperature. His thin lips half provoked the cold radian of evil sycophants, and casually talked with Qiao Zhuxing about the content of the transaction.

The real "Mr. Song" has been captured and detained without Qiao Zhuxing's knowledge.

This time, the main deal between the two sides is around robots.

"Mr. Song" is black and his hands are stained with a lot of blood. If a robot kills for him... Wouldn't it be better than humans?

So the deal began.

All the way,

Before arriving at the robot production base, Qi Yun never looked at other scenes in group A and was not interested at all.

It seems that group A is cleared today. Qi Yun hasn't seen any redundant robots yet, but the guard is more strict.

Before and after Qiao Zhu's trip, he tried to test the youth with various topics many times, but the youth always answered like a stream. Qiao Zhu's trip dispelled the last doubt in his heart.

Such talents are good.

It doesn't matter to be arrogant or presumptuous.

After all, who is not in this position?

As long as they are the same kind of people, they are easy to talk and trade.

Qiao Zhuxing thought again and again, but never thought that he had lost completely from the moment Qi Yun arrived at the trading scene.

"Ahead is the robot production base. We can start the inspection." Qiao Zhuxing glanced at the dyed white without leaving a trace.

Although 3587 is the robot he trained, he is not an important confidant after all. He can't let 3587 follow the real content of such a completely confidential trading scene.

Fortunately, Mr. Song didn't let Qiao Zhuxing worry about anything. He seemed to hiss low. The tone was very good, but he mocked lightly, with a shallow sense of mockery, like thorough and cold snow.

"Darling, play outside for a while." he said quietly to ranbai, "wait for me."

Words are very affectionate and cold.

Contradictions blend together, can not hear any real emotions, and it is always unpredictable what he is thinking.

Dyed white means unknown should say yes.

Until watching Qi Yun and Qiao Zhuxing walk into the robot factory, she narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her hand, lowered the low brim of her hat, covered her delicate eyebrows and eyes and most of her delicate face, and turned to walk in another direction.

After other robots saw the dyed white, the program ran for a long time and was not blocked.