Midsummer Night was stunned for two seconds. Only then did he realize that he had stepped into a minefield.
After hesitating for another two seconds, he said tentatively, "How about … this first?"
"Do you know how much a woman has to pay to resist aging?"
Natasha said, "Especially for a woman like me. No matter how harsh or cruel the environment is, I have to go.
Deserts, rainforests, those are nothing. The most terrifying thing is that the boss I'm following even needs me to go into outer space. Do you know how many deadly existences there are in outer space?
Even though our protective suits can allow us to survive in outer space, compared to life, our skin is undoubtedly much more fragile!
Every time I go into outer space, do you know how much makeup I have to use to make up for it … "
Forgive me!
When Midsummer Night heard that, he had already put away the communicator.
What he heard from these words was not a complaint or a tease. Instead, it was a woman's soul that was attached to her own skin!
The weight of this soul was too terrifying. Midsummer Night felt that even if he could one day destroy a star with one hand, he would not be able to bear this weight.
About three minutes!
After the three minutes were over, accompanied by the sound of Natasha drinking water, she asked, "Are you listening?"
Midsummer Night immediately answered, "Yes!"
"So?"
"You're a natural beauty. You don't have to worry about this."
Midsummer Night tried to make his voice as sincere as possible, like an honest man who was always digging up people's ancestral graves.
Natasha was silent for a moment. Then, she went straight to the point and said, "So, you actually don't plan on paying, right?"
"That makes sense!
I'm actually speechless! "
Midsummer Night's answer was a little out of place. Natasha gritted her teeth for a while before saying, "When will he be back?"
"Tomorrow."
Midsummer Night looked outside. After confirming that Brock was still not back, he said, "Although he didn't tell me, it's clear that he's back this time because of a woman."
"Men will always change because of women." Natasha's words seemed to imply something.
Midsummer Night raised his eyebrows. "Not all men are like that."
"It's not like it's something bad."
Natasha pursed her lips and said, "Besides, you might have changed, but you haven't noticed it yet."
Blinking his eyes, Midsummer Night looked at his own face in the rearview mirror. He was shocked when he saw his face.
The face in the mirror was serious and calm. For some reason, one could even see the word "mature" on this face.
Thinking back to the past, I always felt like the me who drank coke and played naughty games was already dead. Was the person who wore the body 'named' Summer Night still the same me who liked to drink coke from a fat otaku?
Why did he feel a disgusting sense of success in the rearview mirror?
"What happened to you?"
Natasha's voice came.
Midsummer Night shook his head. "It's nothing. I just feel like I don't recognize myself anymore."
"If there's any situation, just report it back. The combatants here are too bored."
Natasha said, "Although I don't think there will be any accidents over there, just be careful.
Don't let the woman waiting for you cry. "
"That's stinging."
Natasha did not say anything. She just cut off the communication.
Midsummer Night leaned his back against the seat and said in a low voice, "Little Black, did I change a little?"
[Incomprehensible question!]
Midsummer Night smiled and rolled down the window. Looking at the bustling scene outside, he suddenly murmured, "Although it feels a bit excessive, I really want to go shopping with Li Xiaomi at this time.
I suddenly miss the smell of stinky tofu. It's been a long time since I smelled that intoxicating smell … "
[Incomprehensible!]
Little Black was always so straightforward.
"I'm not talking to you."
Midsummer Night rolled his eyes. As an AI, you've really used your existence too many times.
While Midsummer Night was reminiscing about the past, Brock had already dressed up and came down. He walked up to the car door, which opened automatically.
"Thank you, Little Black." Brock turned to look at Midsummer Night. "Who made this car?"
"Tonny," Midsummer Night said.
"Although the car is good and the AI is great, I have to admit that he doesn't have any naming standards." Brock said, "In comparison, a name like Sumerian is much better than Little Black!"
Midsummer Night's face also darkened. He said with a suppressed smile, "Although the car was made by Tonny, the name Little Black was given by me!
Don't you think this guy is very dark? "
Brock was dumbfounded. He looked at the entire car. It was indeed black from the outside to the inside. He immediately gave a thumbs up and said, "The car lives up to its name!"
"Sir!"
Midsummer Night made Little Black start up in a bad mood. He then asked Brock where he was going. After setting up the navigation, he continued driving on autopilot.
It wasn't the first time he had been criticized for his naming ability. He was already used to it, so he wasn't really angry. After all, he and Li Xiaomi were people with names that were full of flaws. There really wasn't much to argue about in this aspect.
Brock seemed to have something on his mind along the way, but he didn't say what it was specifically. Midsummer Night didn't ask.
The car stopped in front of a building. Brock took a deep breath and said, "Do you think I'll succeed?"
"Yes!"
Midsummer Night nodded with certainty, although he didn't even know where this guy was going.
"Thank you!"
Brock said. "If he sees me coming out alone, then there's nothing to say. We'll just leave.
If it's two people coming out … then … "
"Then I'll go do what I have to do, right?"
Midsummer Night shrugged and said, "Up to you."
Brock nodded in satisfaction. He got out of the car and went upstairs. In less than three minutes, this guy ran out like a stray dog and got into the car.
Midsummer Night thought to himself, What's going on?
Even if he was bitten by a dog, he shouldn't be like this, right?
"Someone broke in!"