After I was released from prison, I had a flash marriage with a boss who was in a vegetative state

What can Song Yuyao say? You can only respond.

Erbao jumped up happily, hugged Song Yuyao and said, "I knew Auntie was good! Auntie, I really like you!"

When Lu Yimo heard Er Bao's words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He, the biological brother of the same mother who had just been found recently, really has a small mouth that can coax people to death without repaying their lives.

Look, another idiot has been fooled.

Song Yuyao didn't know what Lu Yimo was thinking, but she only felt confident.

The previous efforts of being a little fudi and forbearing were all in vain. Didn't this capture Erbao's heart?

In a place like a wealthy family, the children's likes are more important than anything else.

Otherwise, how can we say that mother is more valuable than son?

Although she is not Erbao's biological mother, neither is Song Mingyi!

If Song Mingyi can be liked by two children, there is no reason why she, a wealthy lady raised by the Song family's noble family, can't do it.

As long as she has the support of her children, she will have the confidence to compete with Song Mingyi.

So, Song Yuyao happily asked the servant to bring the pineapple, and started to peel the pineapple by hand, following the example on the internet.

Peeling pineapples by hand may seem simple, but in fact it requires a lot of skills. Most people will try it several times without success, let alone a wealthy lady like Song Yuyao who has never done anything.

She was in such a state of embarrassment that her injured finger opened again because of the peeling of the pineapple. The juice from the pineapple caused sharp pain in the wound.

Song Yuyao endured the pain, tried her best to smile, and comforted Erbao: "Erbao, don't worry, my aunt will peel the pineapple right away, and you will be able to eat your favorite fruit soon."

Erbao clapped his hands and said sincerely: "Auntie, you are so kind. I think if I eat the pineapple you peeled for me, I will definitely like you even more."

Song Yuyao's hand trembled, and the pineapple fell to the ground. Then she called the servant to bring a new pineapple.

After several failures in a row, Song Yuyao finally peeled off a plate of pineapples completely, brought it to Er Bao, and said with a smile: "Er Bao, please try it quickly!"

Erbao looked touched: "Thank you very much, aunt! It's just that I have a little habit."

"I just have a bit of a mysophobia and can't get dirty things like blood on my hands. Auntie, your hands are bleeding all the time. It's inevitable that the blood will be stained on the pineapple during the peeling process. I really can't eat it..."

Song Yuyao's pretty face froze: "Then, let me wash it for you."

Erbao said: "How can you wash the pineapple? Once washed, the pineapple loses its sweetness!"

"How about this, auntie, put on your gloves and peel them for me again. This time, peel two pineapples first."

"I promise to eat them all without even dropping a bite."

"That's it... How about another day? You saw it too, my aunt's hand is bleeding and it hurts."

"Er Bao, you must be reluctant to let your aunt continue to peel pineapples for you with injuries on her hands, right?"

Lu Yimo sneered: "He is willing to let you peel ten pineapples, let alone one pineapple."

"Besides, asking you to peel ten more pineapples was his purpose in itself. He was just afraid of scaring you, so he took his time one by two. Anyway, if you don't peel them, you don't like him, and you are being hypocritical to him."

After Lu Yimo finished speaking, he looked at Erbao: "Okay, stop playing, this game is too boring. We might as well go to class if we have this time. If we learn more skills, we can have more power to protect our mother in the future!" "

Erbao's smiling face suddenly turned serious, and he immediately picked up his small schoolbag: "Let's go."

After saying that, he left the living room without hesitation, without even looking at the pineapple peeled by Song Yuyao.

How could Song Yuyao not understand that she was being fooled.

She couldn't control her temper anymore and slammed the porcelain plate on the coffee table to the ground.

The servant hurried over.

Song Yuyao looked at them and said with a fierce face: "It was the wind that blew the plate to the ground, remember!"

The servant nodded quickly.

Three days have passed, and the rumors about AI robots on the Internet have not subsided, but have become more and more noisy.

Whether it was Lu or Si, there were many people downstairs holding banners and clamoring for Song Mingyi to give an explanation.

Many bloggers are speculating on hot topics, overtly or covertly making some harmful remarks about AI robots.

Song Mingyi received a call from Ren Suhai at this time: "How long does it take to weigh in? I can't hold it anymore!"

Ten minutes later.

Han Bing knocked on the door of the office, opened the door and walked in and said: "Chief Designer, the reporters are already here. Will there be a normal press conference in ten minutes?"

"Convene as normal and let them prepare."

There were many reporters in the huge conference room of the Lu Group. They held various long guns and cannons in their hands and whispered to the people around them about what happened this time.

"We've been waiting for almost half an hour, why hasn't anyone come yet?"

"Yes, where is Song Mingyi? Why haven't you shown your face yet? Are you kidding us?"

"Song Mingyi's current status is indeed extraordinary, so it's reasonable not to take us young reporters seriously."

"It's true that we are young reporters, but a thousand-mile embankment can be destroyed by an ant nest. Song Mingyi is too conceited."

Just as everyone was discussing, the lights in the conference room suddenly dimmed.

But before they could get into chaos, they heard a "pop" sound. The position of the rostrum lit up, and a large screen slowly came down.

The next second, a video starts playing.

In the video, there is a teenage boy. The scene is in a hospital. The boy's foot is injured and he is lying on the hospital bed.

There was a laptop in front of him, and in the laptop was the teacher giving him extra lessons.

After the video ends, the next video follows. The scene of the next video is in a seemingly backward rural area. A little girl is holding her mother's mobile phone and learning English by following the teaching software.

The girl was still young and had not yet been taught English uniformly in school.

However, at just a few years old, she can already speak simple English.

Then there is the next video.

In the video, there are mothers who study with computers, and wage earners who work during the day and study at night.

Many people are eagerly absorbing all kinds of knowledge online through computers, tablets and mobile phones.

These videos do not say what goals these learners have achieved after learning, nor do they praise their diligence in changing their destiny.

But those pairs of longing eyes were shocking.

After the video ended, Song Mingyi walked out.

"Let me ask you a question first. Do you all have a car?"

Reporters responded one after another.

Ninety-five percent of them have cars.

Those who can participate in this press conference are all elites in the press.

Song Mingyi asked again: "Since you all have cars, have you ever had any accidents, big or small scrapes?"