Right on Target Chapter 58

Su Heting almost threw away the phone.

Don't wish for a child casually!

His heart was beating like a drum, and he was angry, and pressed the words "early birth to a precious son" with his thumb, and said to himself: I hate children, who cry and scream and like to run around.

Su Heting stared at "Hundred Years", and after a few seconds, his familiar flush came up again, as if this word had some unsuitable interpretation for children.

The housekeeping robot just turned around, with big innocent eyes, and called him: "Mr. Cat!"

Reflexively, Su Heting clasped his mobile phone to his chest and stared at the housekeeping robot.

The housekeeping robot was embarrassed by Su Heting's look, shaking its hands and shaking its eyes with "><" eyes, and asked in a panic: "There are survival news at home, daily broadcast, Xingtian special delivery, black market daily..." It The voice became smaller and smaller, "Which one does Mr. Cat want to watch?"

Su Heting pretended to be calm and said, "Survival news."

The housekeeping robot looked simple and happily replied: "Okay!"

The camera of Survival News was cut tangentially to Xing Tian, and the projection of Xing Tian's spokesman was suspended in mid-air. He was a guy Su Heting didn't know.

He stared at the news, seemingly concentrating, but in fact his attention was on his mobile phone. After a while, he flipped the phone back and quickly exited from that page.

Change the question.

Su Heting's eyes lingered on the keywords in the search box, hesitating again and again, and clicked on "What should be paid attention to in the first consciousness connection".

The answer is: [A lot of attention, the connection of consciousness requires professional training, but in recent years, the black market has no conditions, and everyone has done a few tricks for the sake of fun. Don't listen to some rumors, what is connected will climax, how can it be so simple? It takes a lot of work just to calm the mind. 】

Oh.

Su Heting slid his finger up and continued to look down.

【First of all, the connection of consciousness is related to memory leakage. Tension is a reasonable thing. A good intruder can relax you. He usually praises you, touches you, and kisses you. Which do you like? You can give him timely feedback. 】

-what do you like? ? ?

Su Heting sensed something was wrong, and slid the answer to the end.

At the end of the answer, it reads impressively: [I don't think you made it clear in the introduction of your question, so let's answer it as a relationship between a couple. By the way, I sincerely advise everyone, don't mess around for a moment of pleasure, memory leaks are not trivial. Finally, let's respect our partner, our life, and our fucking. 】

The respondent is also a member of the swearing group.

who the **** fucks.

The stimulation signal in Su Heting's head jumped up and down, almost catching up with his heartbeat. He took a deep breath, turned off his phone, and stared up at the ceiling.

【He will praise you, touch you, and kiss you. 】

I don't need to be kissed.

Su Heting thought.

I can relax.

I-

He couldn't think about it, and even had to bend his arms and press them to his face to hide his blushing.

It's all because of Xie Pillow Book.

The cat patted its stomach with the tip of its tail, sullenly.

Xie Zhenshu's messy thoughts remained, and now they have become Su Heting's.

The housekeeping robot didn't understand the meaning of the cat wagging its tail, so it hurriedly replaced the feather duster with a round fan, fanned him, and shouted, "Mr. Cat's heartbeat is abnormal!"

Su Heting: "..."

The housekeeping robot swayed from side to side anxiously, fanning the round fan harder: "Mr. Cat is so hot!"

When it was anxious, the bedroom door opened, and Xie Zhenshu just came out.

Housekeeping robot reports: "No, Mr. Cat—"

Su Heting grabbed the housekeeping robot, stuffed it into the sofa, covered it with a pillow, and greeted with a calm expression: "You have been washing for a long time."

The housekeeping robot flapped its arms, closed its electronic eyes, and whispered, "It's not good."

No one cares about it.

Su Heting's hair was messed up by himself, he felt guilty, and wanted to say something, but he was dazed, and his eyes were drawn away by Xie Pillow Book.

The officer didn't wear a shirt, but a black T-shirt instead. His damp hair shaded his eyes slightly, and he was wiping his neck with a towel. The iconic cross star has been pulled away, and there are still drops of water hanging on it.

Su Heting reminded: "You didn't blow your hair."

Xie Zhenshu said: "...um."

Su Heting said: "Why don't you go in and play for a while?"

Xie Zhenshu looked at him with a calm expression: "I heard you calling me."

Su Heting immediately said: "I didn't!"

Xie Zhenshu didn't argue, and let the water droplets on his hair wet his newly wiped neck, even the neckline was wet.

The deer on Su Heting's chest was about to come out, he couldn't hold back, and said, "I'll wipe it for you."

After Xie Zhenshu prepared for a long time, he immediately reached out and handed the towel to Su Heting.

Chapter end

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