The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Weiyang Song (46)

This sentence is not so much a small talk, but more like a sworn sovereign possession.

Or--

Whether it's false tenderness or direct snatching, Gu Rong never gave up even the slightest bit of possession of Shu Le.

is his man.

The best heart is also his.

Song Rushuang was about to leave but was stopped by this sentence.

He turned his head, Gu Rong was still sitting at the table just now, in front of him was a coffee cup that had just been emptied.

The warm liquid in the cup was exhausted, and soon only the coldness of the bone china cup itself remained.

The man with the greatest military power sat there quietly, without a trace of blood on his body.

It was as if all the warnings just now were just his own illusion.

It is clearly not an illusion.

Song Rushuang smiled, thinking about something, suddenly said softly: "Master Marshal, are you too confident in yourself, or too unconfident?"

Gu Rong frowned deeply: "What are you talking about?"

Song Rushuang looked at him: "Are you afraid that Shu Le will remember? Or are you afraid that Shu Le will abandon you again and find another love?"

New love.

New love.

New love……

Song Rushuang deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of these two words.

It was like a sharp thorn stained with poison, irresistibly and easily piercing into the most secluded and remote corner of Gu Rong's heart.

A man's jealousy is stored in that corner.

To be more precise, there was an inescapable shadow of the man who called him uncle.

Shule has never been a fuel-efficient lamp.

Even if you imprison him, imprison him.

Even if it's cool and pissed him off.

Even if the boy's belly was slightly swollen after being fed.

Even if he forced the delirious teenager to call him intimate and shameful words over and over again.

All of this cannot be concealed.

After gaining a not-so-wide freedom, the young man whom he had watered and matured secretly carried his back and seduced his nephew on purpose.

This is a taboo that others would never dare to mention to Gu Rong.

But today, Song Rushuang said it outright.

Gu Rong's whole state was like a bowstring being stretched. He turned around and looked at Song Rushuang, and even made a cold smile: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

Song Rushuang had already changed his words quickly, and also withdrew his gaze from Gu Rong.

He glanced at the position on the third floor.

The corridor was still quiet, and the door of the master bedroom was tightly closed, as if a world that was isolated from the rest of the world.

Song Rushuang took a deep breath, and became respectful again towards Gu Rong, "I'm just a doctor. Seeing a doctor is a professional ethics. Other things are not in my control, and I can't control them either."

"Just as a spectator."

Song Rushuang casually picked up her small medical kit from the hallway, as if casually patting the non-existent dust on it, "I still want to remind the Marshal."

"A lot of the time, what we're very sure of — isn't what we think it is."

The smile on the corner of Gu Rong's mouth became darker.

After Song Rushuang finished speaking, he even stretched out his hands and stroked his palms: "Thank you, Dr. Song, for your warning. Have a good journey."

Song Rushuang had already reached the door, and bowed slightly: "Goodbye."

It was rare for a living person to come to the Marshal's mansion, and after the living person left, only the social structure where robots were rampant remained.

In this uncoordinated distribution of members, Gu Rong, who was sitting in the hall with an ugly look, was naturally very obvious.

It was an unfortunate coincidence that Longyin overheard the conversation between Gu Rong and Song Rushuang just now, and what was even more unfortunate was that when he pretended to be a cleaning robot and eavesdropped, he happened to be overheard by Gu Rong.

In the trembling of the master, not long after Song Rushuang left, Long Yin walked to Gu Rong with a cup of coffee in his hand: "Master, do you want a cup of coffee? Or I can change it for tea for you?"

However, unexpectedly, Gu Rong didn't look angry.

He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then reached out to take the cup of coffee on the tray.

Then he set his sights on Longyin.

Long Yin: "..."

Although it was just a robot with a mech projected on the optical brain, it was still horrifying to see it like this for a long time.

Longyin was about to say something, but she heard Gu Rong speak first: "It's not like that."

not like what?

Longyin was stunned for a while, the function of the cleaning robot was very limited, and many operations could not be done.

— such as moving the eyeballs flexibly.

This greatly restricted Longyin's behavior.

But Gu Rong quickly replied to Long Yin: "Although you were made by him, you don't look like him."

Like, Shule?

Longyin flinched silently.

Although the slow and stiff body of the cleaning robot cannot achieve this action.

However, it was precisely because of the slowness of the cleaning robot that Long Yin had to hear Gu Rong's next sentence clearly.

"He is my one and only treasure."

Because it is unique.

That's why I can't give up.

Longyin finally got used to the body of the cleaning robot. He opened his mouth stiffly, and a completely mechanical voice floated out: "Master, do you care about what Doctor Song said just now?"

Gu Rong didn't speak, but just shook his head: "Shouldn't I care?"

Longyin was silent for a while, then said sullenly: "I'm sorry, master, we machines really don't have an emotional system..."

Gu Rong waved his hand, and when he was about to end the conversation with Long Yin, he suddenly seemed to think of something again: "By the way, do you remember the name of Shu Le's mecha?"

Mechanical memory is a fixed model. Compared with the emotional problem just now, it is obvious that this is his specialty.

So Longyin quickly replied: "Master, it's called Qingyun."

Gu Rong seemed to say casually: "Very familiar? Do you have a good relationship with it?"

Longyin choked back what she was about to say, and her voice faltered again: "Master, there is no relationship between mechs... But when I was in the training ground, I never..."

Gu Rong: "Win it?"

Longyin immediately performed a groundhog scream: "Ahhhhhh! I won't listen, I won't listen!"

Gu Rong's expression finally turned from the indifference just now to the softness of home, he even smiled softly: "Sure enough, I heard Shu Le talk about it before, and thought he was lying to me at the time."

When the mecha was first configured, there was no owner, and the operation and training were all done by the mecha master.

And before Gu Rong chose Longyin——

No one thought that this would be the first and only sss-level mecha in the interstellar world.

And no one knew that this unique mecha came from the hands of the young master of the Shu family.

Longyin finished screaming, then silently slumped back again, shrinking her head and said slowly: "It's just that something happened to Young Master Shu later, and his mecha disappeared along with it..."