That night, no matter how Wen Qiao explained that No. 3 was really a robot, Fu Nanli refused to believe it and kept on tossing and turning until late at night.
Wen Qiao got angry: "Come home with me now, I will show you that a robot is a robot. Why would I lie to you?"
Fu Nanli held her waist and said, "It's late at night. Let's go back tomorrow."
"No, go back now."
Fu Nanli couldn't persuade her, so he had to get up late at night, help her put on her clothes, carry her downstairs, and return to the alley on Shuying Road.
Wen Qiao knocked on the door, and it opened in just a few seconds. Number Three was in high spirits and looked at her expectantly: "Qiao Qiao, you're back? Didn't you say you wouldn't come back?"
The warm and caring tone was like that of a husband waiting for his wife to come home.
Fu Nanli felt a little blocked.
Wen Qiao: "Tell my boyfriend that you are a robot."
Number 3 responded to every request and looked at Fu Nanli: "I am a robot."
Fu Nanli held Wen Qiao in his arms possessively, his breath was heavy and his face was gloomy. The man standing opposite him, who was almost the same height as him, really didn't look like a robot.
Wen Qiao grabbed No. 3's hand, and Fu Nanli suddenly felt pain in his temple.
Wen Qiao lifted up the sleeve of No. 3. On the inside of his right wrist, there was an imperceptible two-centimeter red line. Wen Qiao pressed it lightly, and saw that No. 3 suddenly closed his eyes.
Wen Qiao turned to look at Fu Nanli: "With my fingerprint recognition, I can shut down his program. Come and touch his face."
Fu Nanli's face was full of resistance.
Why would he touch a man
Wen Qiao pulled his hand and forcefully touched No. 3's face. It was cold and had a metallic texture.
It turned out to be a real robot.
Wen Qiao pressed the inside of No. 3's wrist again, and No. 3 suddenly opened his eyes. Wen Qiao took Fu Nanli's hand to touch it again, and this time it felt warm, just like human skin.
Wen Qiao looked at him with an expression of being wronged: "Okay, now do you believe he is a robot?"
It was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Fu Nanli could sense the child's aggrieved and angry mood, and coughed lightly: "It's my fault."
Wen Qiao and No. 3 stood together: "Since I'm already home, you can go back by yourself."
Fu Nanli's face darkened: "Come back with me."
Wen Qiao crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows: "I don't."
Fu Nanli picked up Wen Qiao, and No. 3 grabbed his arm: "She said she wants to stay at home and sleep."
The program implanted by Su Ce will ensure that No. 3 will unconditionally protect Wen Qiao.
Fu Nanli said coldly: "Let go."
He wants to take his girlfriend away, when does it become a robot's turn to give orders
Number Three held Fu Nanli's shoulders. Fu Nanli raised his hand and Wen Qiao fell from his arms. Number Three wanted to throw Fu Nanli over his shoulder, but he didn't expect that Fu Nanli was not a pushover.
The remaining anger in Wen Qiao's heart had now completely disappeared, so he could only call for a stop: "Number Three, don't hit him."
Number Three immediately stopped.
Fu Nanli's shirt was wrinkled and his hair was messy. No. 3 had just thrown a punch at him, hitting him directly in the corner of his mouth, which was now bruised and purple.
Number three was not much better off. After all, Fu Nanli's Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was no joke.
While the family heard the noise and came out, Wen Qiao quickly pulled Fu Nanli away.
Back at his mansion, Wen Qiao still had to apply medicine to him.
"It's a minor injury, there's no need for that. It's getting late, go to bed."
(End of this chapter)