1782 Robot
Huo Yao raised her brow. “Are you sure?”
Shangguan Yun was very firm about it. “I really don’t want it!”
“Okay then.” Huo Yao nodded. “I respect your decision. In any case, you have no use for robots, right?”
“Uh huh. I don’t need robots…” Shangguan Yun automatically nodded, but quickly caught on to her words.
He opened his eyes wide. “No, wait. Did you say robot? Are you giving me a robot?”
“I was planning to.” Huo Yao patted the young man’s shoulder and looked at him proudly. “You’ve really grown up. You’ve even started to help me save money.”
Shangguan Yun went quiet.
No. That was not his intention at all!
Huo Yao pulled her hand back and stopped looking at the teary young man. She turned to talk to Min Yu about sending Shangguan Yun back to the country.
Shangguan Yun could only stand up sadly and quietly. After a few moments, he went back to sit down beside Zhuo Yun.
Min Yu glanced at the young man, leaned into the couch backrest, and laughed uncontrollably.
He reached his hand out to hold Huo Yao’s shoulder from behind and asked in a deep voice. “Are you sure about teasing the kid so much? Aren’t you afraid he might get angry?”
Huo Yao veered her head and her eyes landed on the man’s sexy lips. She paused briefly and then looked away. “Like you said, I was just teasing.”
Min Yu hooked some loose, wavy hair behind her shoulder and suddenly sighed. “From the looks of it, our kid’s life is going to be very hard. His mother probably won’t stop teasing him.”
Huo Yao went speechless.
She pushed his hand aside expressionlessly. “I won’t be going to the airport tomorrow.”
She had become a big target. If Mirage Base learned of Shangguan Yun’s existence, things would get more complicated.
Min Yu pondered briefly and nodded. “Don’t worry. I will ensure that he gets sent home safely.”
“Uh huh,” acknowledged Huo Yao without speaking further. Instead, she took out her phone, swiped down to WeChat, and sent a text message.
[Help your Daddy prepare some synthetic metal and soldering tools.]
Meng Jue quickly replied to her text message: [Why do you want these?]
Huo Yao: [For fun.]
Meng Jue: [?]
Who wanted to play with synthetic metals for entertainment?
He had a feeling Daddy was messing with him… again.
Huo Yao crossed her arms.
She pondered briefly and continued texting: [Perhaps you can give me your third-generation robot. I want the real model.]
This would help her save time.
When Meng Jue saw the text message, he promptly straightened his back: [Are you working on robots?]
Huo Yao: [Uh huh. A little.]
Meng Jue: [!]
Meng Jue: [Give me an address now. I’ll send it over today!]
Huo Yao: […]
She wondered for a moment if she was inviting trouble for herself.
However, she eventually sent Meng Jue her GPS location.
Meng Jue: [Got it, Daddy. I will send it to you in three hours. *happy*]
Huo Yao: […]
Meng Jue was always an action-driven man. After ending the conversation, he went straight to the research base.
Only one model of the third-generation robot was available at the moment. However, its system had reached a bottleneck and work was progressing very slowly.
If Daddy was willing to help, he was certain its research and development would succeed before long.
**
At 7:00 pm in the evening, Meng Jue showed up driving a battered car. When he reached the estate entrance, the security guards wanted to drive him away.
“How could you drive such a beat-up car?” Huo Yao looked at the battered vehicle inconceivably.
