His Wife Calls The Shots

"There is one more thing related to the last investigation." He said as he put vegetables in her bowl.

When Bai Mucheng was about to speak, Qianmiao's phone suddenly vibrated.

Both of them saw the name above: Xian.

Bai Mucheng looked down and said nothing.

Qian Miao took the opportunity to answer it.

"The research on robots has progressed. Come here if it's convenient."

"That's OK, I'll pass in a while."

"I'll pick it up, there are still three minutes."

Qianmiao: ⊙o⊙)..."

Putting down the phone, she looked at Bai Mucheng: "The previous robot sealed the strings and took them back. They were all undamaged. He just said that there is progress, and he will come in a while."

Bai Mucheng smiled but did not smile: "It's a coincidence."

"What did you just say?" Qian Miao asked.

Bai Mucheng put down his chopsticks and slowly said, "The reason why these robots are not capable of producing energy is because some of the materials are scarce. It is the core chip in the control system. It is made of meteorite crystal extract."

"Meteorite?"

"Well, the location of the meteorite, coincidentally, was near the experimental base of Aunt Huan back then. I also heard that the raw material supply for the chip this time was actively provided by outsiders, not Lanli's own research and development."

Qian Miao put down the spoon and said, "Suspect, that batch of medicine is related to this meteorite?"

"Yes, I have investigated the matter of the meteorite. I heard that in the six months after the meteorite washed down, many unimaginable things happened to the surrounding residents, but it seems that they have been covered up and become legends. There is no evidence. Matter, further investigation is needed."

The voice fell, and the sound of the car stopped outside.

Bayi’s voice came: "Who is the one who came, and should you report your name?"

Qian Miao smiled, got up and went out.

Bai Mucheng watched her cheerful footsteps, and a sad color appeared under her phoenix eyes.

Bayi stretched out his hand to block Fengxian, and when Qianmiao stepped out, he retreated to the side.

Feng Xian glanced at him, and there was a look in his ink eyes: "Where did the robot come from?"

"I can see it? The eyes are so sharp, my brother sent it."

When the robot heard these words, after automatically distinguishing it, he nodded towards Fengxian: "Okay, guest, I am the steward of Tang Qianmen's master, Bayi."

The voice is a simulated male voice, revealing the calmness of a middle-aged man, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear some differences, that is, a sense of stiffness.

It's like the difference between machine printing and handwriting.

Bai Mucheng came to the door.

The eyes of the two men crossed Qianmiao's head and met, and neither of them spoke.

"First, let's go in." Qian Miao said.

The two men nodded and walked in silently.

Sitting between the two of them, Qian Mian briefly told Feng Xian what Bai Mucheng had discovered just now.

Bai Mucheng frowned, "Eleven, why do you tell outsiders about everything?"

Fengxian: "Miscellaneous, next time a guest with such a bad look, don't take it home."

The two men turned to look at each other, a **** storm brewing in their eyes.

She put a big drumstick into the bowl of the two men, and asked Fengxian, "What was the discovery?"

Feng Xian looked at the white chicken legs in the bowl, and then at Bai Mucheng's. The chicken legs were a circle larger than the ones in his bowl.

Bai Mu hooked his lips, picked up the chicken legs and ate a bite.

Feng Xian didn't do anything, raised his eyes, and said, "Miscellaneous, I don't have time for my hands."

Both of his hands, holding the phone at this time, seem to be typing.