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037 Development of the idiot brother's aura(1/2)

 At the dining table, the man and the girl sat opposite each other.

"Sorry, Yourong, I'm really a little curious. It's not forcing me to ask, if you don't want to..."

"I do."

Yu Yourong sat upright, just like the students who went to open class to answer questions when they were young, but their eyes were more sincere:

"Master said, you should be rewarded with good people."

"I can't say that I can't say that I can't say that I can't say that I can't say that I can't say."

Qin Ren rubbed his hands:

"The things have been cleaned, so let's... start?"

"Um."

Yu Yourong nodded, opened her red lips lightly, and put a mess that Qin Ren had placed on the table into her mouth.

That's a headphone cable.

A messy headphone cable that Qin Ren had already given up sorting out.

Qin Ren couldn't see what was happening in Yu Yourong's mouth, and could only judge that the tongue inside was "working" based on her slightly buzzing cheeks.

“Um…”

Just five seconds later, a smooth headphone cable was successfully revived from Yu Yourong's mouth.

"sharp!"

As Qin Ren expected, the tongue of the snake girl was simply unremarkable.

He took the headphone cable and looked at it, but he didn't see any traces of breakage. He was just wrapped in a layer of cool slightly sticky water stains. He could smell a faint fragrance like orchid at the tip of his nose, which was not as sweet as Luo Yao, but it smelled quite nice.

Qin Ren was not surprised at this. Although Yu Yourong is not a spirit beast, he has cultivated the body of an immortal.

Later, Qin Ren tried the knotted plastic bag for Yu Yourong, and it was solved in seconds.

This is also considered a successful development of a small skill from Yu Yourong. It doesn’t sound so good, but it will definitely be easy to use. It is a trick to use it.

In the future, if the headphone cable is messed up, the takeaway bag cannot be opened, or the belt of the sweatpants is tied with a dead bump, you can ask Yu Yourong for help.

"Qin Ren, can I eat this first?"

Luo Yao kept kneeling in front of the coffee table and searching for two shopping bags. At this time, she suddenly raised a box of coconut-flavored egg rolls and shook at Qin Ren.

"Can't."

"Then...that..."

Luo Yao searched in her pocket for a while:

"What about this guy crosses his legs?"

"What are you crossing your legs? Orleans chicken legs. You are still unable to speak clearly when you are over 300 years old..."

Sometimes Luo Yao's words always make Qin Ren feel like he is about to vomit, full of the vagueness of a child:

"You can't stand it for a few days? So I don't like to buy snacks for you. I'll finish it in one day after I buy it!"

"No, I only eat one today."

"You said that last time."

Qin Ren didn't trust her, so he took out a few snacks separately and put them in the TV cabinet.

"Meow?"

However, this action was discovered by Tuantuan who was secretly observing. Qin Ren had to change to a higher place and put it in a cabinet. After putting it in, he organized the things he bought with Luo Yao and handed the clothes he bought to Yu Yourong:

"Yourong, go to my bedroom to try out your clothes. There should be no problem. Tell me if you have any questions."

Yu Yourong took it over, and Luo Yao followed her ass:

"I'm going, too."

"What are you going to get involved in when someone changes his clothes?"

Luo Yao didn't say anything, secretly glanced at Yu Yourong's breasts, and then found that Yu Yourong was actually looking at her breasts. She hummed in anger and repeated it loudly with Qin Ren:

"I'm going too!"

"Okay, go and go..."

Qin Ren covered his ears, and didn't know how this child was crazy for a while. Who did he follow? This is...

———————

The two girls went to the bedroom, and Qin Ren stuffed Luo Yao's ten bottles of cola into the refrigerator outside, which was very laborious.

"Damn it seems that it's better to buy a big bottle..."

He suddenly thought of this problem and was regretting it. The cell phone in his pocket rang. After praying as usual, he took it out and saw it. It was [Mr. Queen].

"Hey, sister?"

"Qin Ren, you..."

Gu Qing's voice was still cold and crisp, but it seemed to be a little hesitant:

"…did you eat…?"

"No, what's wrong?"

Gu Qing pondered for a moment:

"It's nothing, I'll tell you that my green construction project and paper have been approved this time."

"Okay! I'm worthy of being my sister! Be proud of you first."

“…”

Gu Qing was silent for a few seconds, and then continued:

"I may not be busy for a few months in the next...

"Yeah, then pay attention to relaxing and combining work and rest."

“…”

After a longer period of silence, my sister calmed down like a suffocation:

"Qin Ren! You have nothing to do with me except saying this nonsense!"

"no…"

Qin Ren was stunned at that time:

"You called me, why did I look for you?"

"It's you looking for me!"

It must be because my younger brother wanted to find my sister, so my sister called me. This is what Gu Qing wanted to say:

"If you have anything you want to ask, ask quickly."

"I...I don't..."

"You have."

“…”

Qin Ren could only bite the bullet and think, and after thinking about it, he really realized:

"Oh! By the way, sister, you are no longer busy. Can you go home and live?"

The idiot brother finally asked the right question, and Gu Qing then said "um" softly.

"Welcome, uh..."

Qin Ren welcomed it, but hesitated again, and Gu Qing immediately felt something was wrong:

"That kid your friend is still at home?"

“Ah yes…”

Qin Renxin said that it was not just a small one, but now a big one is coming.

"Luo Yao, well... the situation is a bit complicated. I'll talk about it in detail when you come back."

To put it in detail is a later story, Gu Qing only wants to figure out one thing now:

"How old is she?"

"eighteen."

"ha?!"

"No, no, no! Ten..."

If Qin Ren told his sister Luo Yao now that she was over 300 years old, her sister might be confused and unable to sleep. So after imagining Luo Yao's height, it would make sense to say that it should be fifteen years old at most.

"fifteen."
To be continued...
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