so……

Just for that person not to suffer any irritation, it doesn’t matter if everything from the past is forgotten, right?

I heard that liking is indulgence, and love is restraint.

If so,

Has the host been restrained to the extreme?

After all, I used to have a person who had completely, and in a blink of an eye, I looked at her coldly and scrutinized in the blink of an eye.

This psychological gap is probably the most cruel.

After all, Si Jin remembers nothing.

It is the host who bears everything.

If you are accustomed to such things, you will be willing to do it, and it is really impossible to blame the official partner.

Feng Luo felt that it was really difficult to think about love with a system like himself.

So it volunteered to make a suggestion, "It really doesn't work, you came to him directly by the host. I heard that love is made."

"Feng Xiaoluo, do you want to die?" The next second, a quiet and cool voice sounded in Feng Luo's ears.

Seal: "..."

That night, Mr. Jin never came to the room again.

The villa is brightly lit, but it looks extremely empty.

The person in the living room did not step into the room, and the girl in the room had never been out once.

Silent tacit understanding.

The next day,

early morning,

When Si Jin comes out,

I saw two people standing in the living room, one big and one small.

He paused while tidying up his tie, and the snow-white cufflinks were slightly curled up, and the half-exposed porcelain white wrist was a little white in the morning sun.

Ranbai stood there lazy, very innocently.

And Aner has obviously been refreshed with his outlook on life and values... the three outlooks, it looked at Si Jin in confusion, and his usual mechanical tone was even a little ups and downs. I wonder if it was an illusion, "Mr. Si, is this your newly bought robot? Why is she not having a heartbeat like me!"

"How did she come in?" Aner was immersed in his doubts and couldn't extricate himself. When he thought that his artificial intelligence robot might be replaced by a new robot, Aner felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Its position cannot be replaced!

It is the most outstanding robot.

Si Jin: "..."

Aner was still thinking tirelessly about what kind of robot ranbai is and whether it belongs to each other.

Why does the workmanship look so exquisite, just like a personal one?

Not like it,

The whole body is full of metal texture.

This made Aner's heart fall into a strong sadness and almost submerged.

Ranbai really didn't bother to answer this little fool who started out early in the morning and was always pestering her to ask what kind of breed she was.

Apart from her heartbeat, she dares to ask which point she looks like a robot???

Listening to Aner's words, Si Jin raised his delicate dark eyebrows slightly, sniffed, pulled his tie with his left hand, and then freed up one hand to pat Aner, his voice was very light: "She is not a robot."

Aner:???

"Has humans evolved to be alive without a heartbeat?" As a very simple little robot, Aner really couldn't understand what kind of creature the girl standing in front of him was.

Si Jin didn't explain again.

After all, to put it specifically.

He is not very familiar with this girl who suddenly appeared in his life.

At best,

What this person is familiar with is just another him.

Thinking of this.

The temperature in the boy's eyes faded like a tide, without any warmth, and was always calm and alienated.

But what surprised Si Jin was that

This man seemed to be entangled with him.

He could almost see this red figure in his sight.

It's like I'm the only one here,

Then she is there.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, when sunrise, a white light appeared in the sky. The first ray of oblique light shone in, and you can also see the dust floating in the light. The figure beside you seemed to be more dazzling than the rising sun.

In the early morning, the forest path mixed with the humid air of the fragrance of the soil, she would wander lazily through one tree after another, and the sunlight fell on the girl through the lush trees, like an elf falling into the forest.

In the library where the atmosphere was quiet and there was only the slight sound of the pages turning, Si Jin habitually held a book and leaned against the window. At this time, the girl would usually calm down and lean against his back. Her long black hair inadvertently tilted down, rubbing her skin, causing a subtle itch.

Si Jin likes to walk slowly in the bookstore with a cup of tea, carefully selecting books after books. At this time, it seems that as long as you raise your eyes, there is a familiar color in front of you.

Similarly, he also likes to put down a cup of coffee next to him when it is late at night and create a more perfect world against the portraits hanging on the walls in the dim light, but it seems that the people around him are the most real place.

It seems that wherever you look,

It's all her.

In the villa,

Aner has become accustomed to this strange creature that seems to be a human or a robot, which will appear next to the owner. Even when preparing afternoon tea, he will habitually prepare two servings.

As for seeing Ranbai really have afternoon tea, Aner is a little envious and jealous. After all, as a robot, he is a super-tech artificial intelligence.

But you still cannot eat human things and drink human drinks.

Ranbai has always ignored this inexplicable robot's complex gaze that always looks at her. After all, she doesn't know when Aner is obsessed with subsuming her to a strange creature classification.

The girl was wearing dark red clothes and her delicate and flawless face was bathed in the sun, lazy. She held a pen in her hand and slowly circled a red circle on the dates on the calendar. Then she turned her eyes and said to Si Jin, and was very evil: "You must come back at midnight in three days. There is a surprise for you. I'll wait for you."

The boy leaned against the chair, and the book was directly pressed on his face, covering half of his face, leaving only his beautifully curved and fair chin, and the corners of his pale lips seemed to be lightly lit by the sun.

He didn't know if he heard it or didn't hear it, but he moved for a while.

…

Two days later,

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Si Jin capped the pen cap of the pure black fountain pen, then calmly threw it aside, raised his hand to fix his tie.

The night was very dark, a little obscure, like a fog that was endless.

Through the half-open window, you can see the tall buildings outside, the bright lights lit up, like bright stars at night, and the vast streets are endless crowds and vehicles.

But usually,

Such a bustling and noisy atmosphere has nothing to do with Si Jin.

After all, in such a clean, spotless, cold and empty mind.
Chapter completed!