In the brightly lit music western restaurant, Wu Xiaoming, who was dressed like an aristocratic lady, made a very ungraceful move in front of Yu Zhesen and An He - she bit open the red wine bottle cap with her teeth.
"The bottle opener here is really hard to use. I have a really good mouth." Wu Xiaoming spit out the tattered cork and happily poured red wine into three empty wine glasses.
"Xiao Ming... I came by car, and it seems you came by car too." Yu Zhesen tried to stop her from drinking.
"What are you afraid of? In the worst case, I'll call a driver. You have to drink with me today!" Wu Xiaoming licked his lips slyly, "Besides, isn't there Miss An? Androids can't get drunk."
An He coughed twice deliberately and reminded her: "Ms. Wu, there is no Miss An here. You can think of me as the maid Android 1001, or you can think of me as Anne Sand, the network security expert from St. Newman."
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"What's more, I also have a name called Wu Yuxi." Wu Xiaoming chuckled, "I don't care, I'm going to call you Miss An. You look just like Miss An."
An He shook her head helplessly, and she gave up struggling.
"It's up to you."
Wu Xiaoming tilted his head and smiled slyly, raised his wine glass and invited them to clink glasses: "Come, let's celebrate."
"What are you celebrating?" Yu Zhesen and An He asked in unison.
Such a tacit understanding between the two of them asking questions together made Wu Xiaoming feel a little jealous. She pursed her lips and said, "Celebrate Yu Zhesen for becoming the hero he wants to be."
"When did I say that I wanted to be a hero? And the so-called 'Hero of the Iron Dome' is just an honorary title, which is far from the real hero in my mind. How about celebrating Yuxi that you inherited the family property? The pheasant suddenly transformed and flew up the branches.
His head turned into a phoenix." Yu Zhesen said and clinked glasses with her.
Wu Xiaoming was not angry at the fact that he compared himself to a pheasant, but instead laughed heartily.
An He was more concerned about the first half of what Yu Zhesen said. She asked: "What does Xiaosen think of a real hero?"
"It can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. How about you come and find the answer in my mind yourself?"
An He pursed his lips, shook his head and refused: "I don't want to make the same mistake as Qingxue. The ability to see through the mind is only beneficial if it is used where necessary."
After listening to this, Wu Xiaoming pondered thoughtfully for a while and asked: "Because excessive use of this ability to detect the person you like will lose the mystery and attraction?"
"That's right." An He's answer was ambiguous.
"It's so complicated. I never think about this." Wu Xiaoming shook his red wine glass and said with a smile, "As long as I can stay next to the person I like and look at him quietly, I will be very satisfied, even if he has deep thoughts.
It doesn’t matter if it’s unpredictable.”
An He teased her: "That's why you position yourself as a mistress? Or the kind of mistress who wants nothing and is treated as a plaything."
"Ms. An said that she didn't want to pry into the mind of the person she likes, but at the same time, she is hurting people here with memories that don't belong to her." Wu Xiaoming hit back at her, "I think being a mistress is my business.
Isn’t it against the Iron Dome order?”
An He slowly dismembered the steak with a knife and fork, his eyes falling on the edge of the smooth dinner plate: "I didn't mean to hurt anyone. This memory that doesn't belong to me was also acquired passively. I really can't help it."
Wu Xiaoming opened her mouth in surprise. She thought An He would further engage in a verbal confrontation with her, but she didn't expect An He to retreat so quickly.
"I was joking just now, Miss An." Wu Xiaoming's eyes looked a little guilty, "The reason why Miss An became like this is that the boss and I are to blame."
An He stopped handling the steak, raised his hands holding the knife and fork and looked at it: "I think this is very good. It is free from the fragile flesh and blood body, and it is not completely trapped in the mechanical creation. It is very convenient.
It’s also very free.”
Wu Xiaoming's expression clearly showed that she did not completely believe what An He said, but she did not refute or expose it.
It was a rare meeting after such a long time, so she could understand An He's desire not to make the atmosphere too heavy, and she also noticed that Yu Zhesen had become silent since their conversation started to smell like gunpowder.
"It seems that Xingtian Heavy Industry has changed its boss, but its R&D level has not dropped at all." Wu Xiaoming turned the topic to a more relaxed direction, avoiding An He's situation, and began to talk about the rapid development of bionic technology and prosthetic technology.
prospects.
Both Yu Zhesen and An He could pick up this topic, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became lively again. Wu Xiaoming first seriously discussed whether he would also undergo prosthetic reconstruction surgery in the future, and then expressed his intention to ask Xingtian Heavy Industry to help find a solution.
Let’s see if we can use a similar method to save Jin Jianshen.
It is of course impossible to completely copy An He's plan on Jin Jianshen, because An He is now a unique light spirit body. However, Jin Jianshen's situation is not hopeless, but the corresponding personal electronic brain research and development costs are very high.
high.
"To be honest, I don't feel comfortable leaving such an important matter to Xingtian Heavy Industry, but I don't want the taboo technology used by Jin Guozheng to see the light of day again..."
After a few glasses of red wine, Wu Xiaoming's cheeks had a faint blush, which made her look a little cuter than usual.
An He and Yu Zhesen listened carefully to her thoughts, nodding slightly or making a soft "hmm" sound from time to time. They both noticed that Wu Xiaoming was a little drunk and noticed the insignificant changes in her body.
For example, she began to no longer have the carefully decorated appearance that she was willing to show at the beginning, and her speech became more willing to mention her true inner thoughts.
Wu Xiaoming in this state can easily make An He feel like he wants to be cared for, even if her actual age is older than him.
Maybe it's because of a strong sense of contrast? An He thought secretly in his heart, when a person who is used to hiding himself under the armor of arrogance, confidence, cleverness and cunning suddenly becomes weak and sincere, it is easy to impress people.
She couldn't help but quietly observe Yu Zhesen's expression, and even had the urge to connect with his soul.
Because An He wanted to know whether Yu Zhesen's heart was the same as his own at this time, and fluctuated due to observing these changes in Wu Xiaoming.
"Xiao Ming."
While An He was observing Yu Zhesen sideways, Yu Zhesen opened his mouth and called Wu Xiaoming.
His actions interrupted Wu Xiaoming's expression of her hopes and worries about her brother's future, causing her to stop being immersed in her own world.
Wu Xiaoming blinked her eyes frequently. On the one hand, she wondered why Yu Zhesen interrupted her here, and on the other hand, she wanted to hear what he was going to say.
Yu Zhesen raised his hand and pointed at Wu Xiaoming's neck across the dining table. To be precise, he pointed at the black collar with a silver five-pointed star in the center around her neck: "When did you... put on the power restriction?"
Tool?"
Wu Xiaoming said "Ah", a moment of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then he covered his mouth and smiled: "You discovered it... Yes, this is a disguised power limiter neck ring, I have already worn half of it.
It’s a month.”
The two people across the table once again said in unison: "What the hell is going on?"