Not only was he not afraid, but he also took the initiative to come forward.
Mo Si took out a black and white, fluffy panda one-piece pajamas from nowhere!
"Can I show you this dress?"
"!"
"If you want to use this for your meals, I think it's fine." She said seriously.
Mo Si nodded, looking obedient and clever, "In exchange, Qiuqiu will also wear it for me."
"Can!"
Reach a pajamas play consensus.
On Saturdays and Sundays, suddenly there is color.
After tacitly confirming the tune for the weekend, Mo Si asked Qiuqiu again if he would broadcast live online tomorrow.
"Ah? You already know? Did the company announce the time on Xingwang?"
"Yeah." Mo Si nodded, "I saw it on your company's account, you just upgraded, can you live broadcast for three hours continuously? Can you stand it?"
"Okay, cooking is as simple as eating and drinking water for me." She has been making brown sugar buns for so long in Q3, and she is itchy. "I can't help but want to make some complicated and delicious food. Already!"
He felt that this was a tiring and hard battle, but in the eyes of his sweetheart, this was a relaxing journey.
"As long as you can bear it."
Now that the live broadcast is mentioned, Qiuqiu can't help but think of the current predicament Xinxing is facing, "By the way, Moss, do you have any mechanical brains in your military? They want the ones with a slightly higher level."
Qiuqiu told Mo Si about the fact that Xinxing's hardware facilities couldn't keep up, "Can Xinxing buy it?"
"Yes, there are, and there are ten levels."
The military should be the place that stores the most level ten mechanical brains.
Because the mecha needs a mechanical brain to drive it.
However, the tenth-level mechanical brains are neither loaned nor sold, and the military doesn't even bother to do this kind of business.
After Mo Si finished saying that it was not for sale, Qiuqiu quieted down and didn't think about it anymore.
"you want?"
"No, no, if you can sell it, you should, but if you can't, forget it."
"Your company doesn't have to worry." Mo Si seemed to know something.
"? Why don't you worry about it?"
"Someone will take the initiative to come to you and cooperate with you. But it will take a little time."
"?"
Take the initiative to come to your door to cooperate
Qiuqiu thought about it for a while, the cooperation that the military department came to the door at this time—
"Could it be that you want to try to see if the data can really restore your mental state? Then the soldiers will replenish their state while training?"
"Yes." Mo Si gave an affirmative answer, "In fact, someone has already done this."
For example Mo Xin.
"It's just that this time it's a more standardized discussion of cooperation."
"Then I don't worry about it, otherwise every time I live broadcast and ask other people to stop broadcasting, it will feel weird."
After she finished speaking, the two of them looked at the time again, and found that it was 11:30 in the blink of an eye, and Qiuqiu could be regarded as 'healed at the beginning of the illness'. Mosi, the health-preserving school, felt that it was late and it was time to rest.
He also said the common phrase, "It's time to rest, go to bed early."
"Okay, okay, I got it! I'm a little sleepy, and you are too. You just came back from there, so you should go to bed early and rest early."
"Wait for me to go to the starry sky on Saturday to pamper you, you know?"
"Yeah. I know."
Communications are down.
Jiang Qiuqiu, who pushed open the bathroom door to the dormitory, exuded the smell of spring all over his body.
Several people thought that Qiuqiu should like this boyfriend very much.
It's just chatting, so happy.