Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

After Qiuqiu put the sleeves on his legs for the thirty-sixth time, Song Paner exploded.

This is not a guardian-type intelligent robot, it is a caring-type mentally retarded robot.

It's impossible that I have to let her take care of me in the future, right?

Damn it! She finally had some free time to prepare for the winter!

I haven’t read the few books about domineering CEOs that I’ve collected yet!

She dressed Qiuqiu with a stiff face, and Robert laughed.

"Panpan, isn't the ball cute?"

Song Paner: ...

No, I don’t think Qiuqiu is cute at all, I just feel sorry for myself.

How could this be a robot to protect her? This was the living father she had invited.

"Very cute, thank you, Luobo." Song Pan'er replied with a smile, swallowing her anger.

The two chatted for a while, and Robert explained in detail how to care for the ball.

To put it bluntly, it means getting more sun and recharging.

It is waterproof, heatproof and coldproof, and the belly can be opened to reveal a small refrigerator.

Song Paner: ...

When she said she wanted to drink iced soda, Qiuqiu threw down her clothes, opened her stomach and took out a bottle of iced soda... What kind of hellish joke was this?

After talking about the care of the balls, it was time to say goodbye. The two of them decided on the items for the next transaction and closed the trading channel on time.

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……

Looking at Qiuqiu with a kind smile on her face, Song Paner closed her eyes helplessly.

Someone come and save her!

Perhaps he heard her thoughts, Song Dahe knocked on the study door.

"Daughter, are you done yet? Come out and eat the candied sweet potato! Your mother made it herself!"

Song Paner: ...

Given Ms. Qian’s cooking skills, it’s better not to eat the candied sweet potato.

But she couldn't refuse unless she could withstand the slap from her mother.

When Song Pan'er went over and opened the door, she saw the charred face of her husband, Old Song. Just from this, she could tell what the dishes cooked by Ms. Qian looked like.

"Hurry, hurry, we've been waiting for you." Song Dahe grabbed her.

They really can't eat anymore!

A spendthrift woman took the blame for everything!

Before going outside, Song Paner had already felt the lethality of the candied sweet potato.

She had no choice but to delay.

"Old Song, look who that is?" She turned her head and waved to Qiuqiu.

When Qiuqiu came over, she quickly introduced him: "Qiuqiu, this is my father, Song Dahe."

Qiuqiu bent down slightly and said, "Hello, I..."

Before he could finish his words, Song Dahe grabbed one of them in each hand and walked away, still saying, "Hello, hello, do you want some sweet candied sweet potatoes? Yes? Then you must eat more! They're really, really, really delicious!"

Qiuqiu: ???

Song Paner: ...

Be a human being, Lao Song!

When she arrived at the front hall, Song Pan'er shuddered when she met the eyes of the people who were rubbing their stomachs with black mouths.

Looking at the half basin of candied sweet potatoes left on the big round table... her heart was alarmed and her clever little brain began to work rapidly.

Got it!

"This candied sweet potato looks delicious. Old He, please send some to the heroes and the others." She gave He Lin a look without making any expression.

He Lin's face was dark, and he felt miserable. He smiled and said, "Miss, Madam made a whole pot and sent it to the heroes a while ago."

Song Paner: ...

She turned her gaze towards the cat-like Pearl and Jade, "Alliance Leader Ye and Madam Ye..."

Cui Yu said cautiously, "It has been sent."

Song Paner: ...

She looked at Tie Wenqin, whose face was darker than his hair. Tie Wenqin avoided her expectant gaze and spoke in a muffled voice, "It's been delivered there, too."

Song Paner: ...

God really wants to kill her!

Qian Jinfeng glared at her in dissatisfaction, "Why? Do you look down on your mother's cooking skills?"

Song Pan'er quickly shook her head. How could she dare?