mandatory agreement

Zhou Xing quickly prepared the meal, and a robot appeared right beside him. The robot dragged the tray with its mechanical arm, and signaled Zhou Xing to put the meal and tableware on it.

"Send it to the restaurant?"

"No, send it directly to the bedroom. Mr. Lu is still working, so it's more convenient to be in the bedroom."

"Ok."

Zhou Xing put away his things and went upstairs with the robot. At the corner of the stairs, he asked casually, "Are you Sarah?"

"It's me, Mr. Zhou." Sara's voice came through the robot's voice control device, "All the automation equipment here depends on me to operate."

"You are really good." Although Zhou Xing studied mechanical design, he also has the corresponding common sense. He understands how difficult it is for an artificial intelligence to do this.

"My life was written by Mr. Lu Zheng. It's not me, but Mr. Lu." Sara's tone was not strong, and she was more inclined to chat intimately. "He is a very good scientist."

Zhou Xing nodded, chatted with Sarah for a while, and finally walked to the door.

Just as he was about to raise his hand, he heard Sara's soft reminder: "Just push the door and go in. Maybe Lu Zheng will be happier."

"Is it?"

Zhou Xing decided to follow Sara's advice, and directly pushed open the door. Lu Zheng stopped typing on the keyboard, and turned his head to the side, as expected, in a good mood.

"I'm so glad you pushed the door and walked in instead of knocking on the door."

"Is there any difference?" Zhou Xing sat beside Lu Zheng, watching the food delivery robot quickly refit into a table of suitable height, and even popped out two upholstered chairs.

"I want you to think of this as your home and me as your close family, even if only for a short while."

Zhou Xing knew that silence was actually the best response, but he raised his head mysteriously and said, "Okay."

"This mask is too airtight, I want to change to a breathable simulation mask, is that okay?"

"Yes." Zhou Xing thought for a while, and then added, "Actually, I don't need to ask for my opinion."

"I'm afraid that you will feel frightened when you see a strange face, or you may just think that's what I look like." Lu Zheng got out of bed and sat on the soft chair next to the dining table, "I'm better than that imitation mask , it looks much better."

Zhou Xing once saw artificial masks at a science and technology exhibition. Civilian artificial masks are mostly used to modify facial defects. The target users are high-level people, and the price is not cheap. Become handsome and unrestrained.

Lu Zheng said that his real face was better than the imitation mask, but Zhou Xing somehow believed it.

"I won't recognize the appearance of the bionic mask as yours." Zhou Xing paused, and sat on another soft chair naturally, "Let's eat first."

"Okay, I'm going to change the mask first."

After Lu Zheng said this, he turned his chair around and turned his back to Zhou Xing.He took the simulation mask from the robotic arm, took off the original beige half-section mask, and directly covered the translucent film on his face, pressing it in tightly, and the whole process took no more than 2 minutes.

Lu Zheng turned around again, Zhou Xing looked up at him, lost his mind for a moment, and found his voice after more than ten seconds: "This imitation mask is not bad."

"There was an accident before, which almost disfigured me. At that time, I drew a face for myself and asked someone to customize it."

"What accident happened to you? Did your health get worse because of that accident?"

Zhou Xing was eager to know more about Lu Zheng, but he didn't realize that his attention to Lu Zheng had crossed the line.

"I don't really want to recall," Lu Zheng looked at the beef soup, but he wouldn't try to scoop it up. "That's not something that makes people happy."

The topic came to an abrupt end. Zhou Xing raised his hand to pick up the iron ladle to scoop up the soup. He scooped up half of the soup. He reached out and took the bowl in front of Lu Zheng, filled it up for him, and said, "It's delicious. Try it."

Lu Zheng smiled lightly. His imitation mask was really good-looking. It could almost be described as beautiful as a crown jade. He stirred the soup with a spoon and said solemnly: "You are very suitable to be my wife."

You are very suitable to be my wife, to be grass-dried by me day and night, to make soup for my hands, and to bear offspring for me.

Zhou Xingquan pretended not to hear this sentence, and just ate his head in suspense, but every time his eyes swept over Lu Zheng, he couldn't hold back a hypothesis—if he didn't agree to Wei Ze's request, if he wasn't about to help other people After giving birth to a child, will he accept Lu Zheng's feelings and become that man's wife willingly?

This assumption hardly requires thinking, Zhou Xing can easily give the answer - he will.

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Lu Zheng had a lot to eat. Compared with Zhou Xing's entanglement and hesitation, Lu Zheng didn't have any worries. He made up his mind to swallow Zhou Xing into his stomach. No matter the way, it was just a process. As long as the goal was achieved good.

After lunch, Lu Zheng slowly moved his body again, wanting to take a stroll in the upstairs garden, Zhou Xing frowned, hesitated for less than three seconds, and said directly, "I'll carry you up."

"I thought you would say you carried me on your back."

"Easy to hold you."

Zhou Xing picked up Lu Zheng. He walked steadily up the stairs and pushed open the top door.

The glass greenhouse is as beautiful as the last time I came, but the layout inside has changed a little. Two single recliners have become a large bed with curtains, enough for three people to roll on it.

Zhou Xing put Lu Zheng down again, and pulled up the quilt to cover him familiarly. After finishing this action, he looked dazed for a moment, and said, "I forgot you were coming for a walk."

Lying on the soft mattress, Lu Zheng raised his hand to touch Zhou Xing's face, and replied lazily, "I won't take a walk."

"Then just go to sleep?"

"Don't sleep either," Lu Zheng lifted his body up, "Let's change the way we exercise together."

Zhou Xing didn't have time to ask what kind of exercise method to change - he was pulled down by Lu Zheng and brought into the vortex of intoxication.