Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

It was me who disturbed Mr. again...

Wilke was shocked in an instant, and obediently sat down from the sofa.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely quiet, Wilke once suspected that he was wrong, and subconsciously looked at Wei Silu.

The man was tending to his delicate instruments, and his eyes seemed to be away from himself.

After heaving a sigh of relief, he felt that probing gaze from behind.

It's that kid.

Woke up?

She was really difficult to deal with when she was sick, no matter how much medicine she took, she waited on her for a whole day and night.

What a little ancestor, he never cared so much about himself, if Mr. Wei wasn't there, he really wanted to let go.

Song Ci and Wilke looked at each other, noticed his resentful expression, and blinked twice in confusion.

She just thought, what happened to this man?
Then I saw him get up and pour a glass of water on the table next to him, keenly noticed that he put an orange pill into the water to dissolve.

"Drink."

Song Ci looked at the cup he handed over, and looked up at him without drinking, "What did you put in?"

"Vitamins," Wilk said.

He was really sleepy, his eyes were black and blue, and he yawned sleepily even after walking a few steps.

Seeing that she still didn't move, and her handsome and beautiful brows were slightly frowned, Wilke shook his head.

Thinking, this kid is so defensive.

"Sea salt water fortified with vitamins."

Song Ci wasn't on guard, but she didn't know what was going on, and she always felt that something was wrong with her body.

Taking the cup in his hand, he took a sip twice and said softly, "Thank you."

Wilk shook his head.

When he looked up again, Wei Silu was nowhere to be seen.

The child seemed to be on the mend, and Wilke was so tired that he left after a few words with Song Ci.

Wei Silu is very busy these days, some old gentlemen always come to him.

Sometimes Wei Silu put things in suitcases and refused to give them, and sometimes he just followed them.

The man was afraid that she would be bored if he was not around, so he asked Wilke to come and play with her.

Song Ci held the ice cream Wilke had just bought in his hand, and couldn't help taking a small bite with the tips of his teeth.

Wilke looked at her cautious appearance, and laughed: "It's okay, sir, I don't know, you can just eat one."

Song Ci thought that this should not be considered food...it should be fine.

I haven't tasted other flavors for a long time. I took a sip and it was ice cold, no problem.

Those beautiful amber eyes were half-closed sleepily.

Leaning on the sofa, she asked, "What's your job, sir? I'm so busy."

Wilke nodded his chin, moved his gaze slightly, and it was a little bright under the light, thinking: "Actually, I don't know too well. The time I have been with Mr. is not too long, and it is less than a year now."

"He's always so busy." Song Ci muttered.

"Well, there are always some scholars who look like, or wise old gentlemen in white coats who come to him." He continued: "I guess, Mr. must be a famous biologist."

Wilke really likes this young man, he is pretty and has a good personality after getting along with her for a long time, and he likes to talk to her.

I don't know why, but she has an obsessive magic power when she speaks.

Perhaps her voice is so nice.

Seeing Wilke smiling at him, Song Ci ate the ice cream in the box with a small spoon, his eyes slightly turned elsewhere.

After so many experiments, Song Ci clearly understood one thing.

When she looks at each other and speaks to them, they will temporarily lose consciousness until they are disturbed by external objects.

In order to prevent Wilke from being influenced by him, Song Ci would not look at him when talking to him.

In the mouth, the cold and sweet ice cream slowly melted.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she withdrew her thoughts.

It was Wei Silu who came back.

Song Ci immediately pushed the remaining handful and a half of ice cream into Wilke's hand, and winked at him.

Wilke put it away immediately.

The husband forbids her to eat indiscriminately.

If you let him know, you will inevitably blame him.

The dark gray suit jacket was draped in his arms, and the man stepped forward, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose bridge, which blocked the sharpness of his eyes, making him look gentle and elegant.

At first glance, it is steady and kind.

After getting along for so long, Wei Silu treated her very well.

Song Ci's eyes fell on him, and she whispered: "I'm back."

"Ah."

With a promise, he hung the coat on the hanger next to him. He didn't take off his glasses in a hurry, and slightly parted his thin lips, asking, "Are you hungry?"

Song Ci nodded, and Wei Silu went to the kitchen to cook for her.

After a while, a plate of neatly arranged sashimi came out.

She is not used to eating forks, so she specially brought chopsticks to her.

Song Ci took the chopsticks. She hated eating raw food the most. She still liked cooked food, but unfortunately she couldn't eat it.

Seeing the same sashimi again, he poked the plate to express his dissatisfaction.

She can only eat these fixed things every day, and she also has emotions.

Wei Silu ignored her little emotions, and smelled the sweetness of whipped cream in the air, and narrowed his eyes slightly covered by the glasses.

"What did you bring in?" the man said.

Wilke looked a little guilty: "Nothing."

(End of this chapter)