MTL - Traveling Through the Stars-Chapter 38 Don't open the door

  Chapter 38 Do not open the door

  Luo Bi was taken aback for a while, thought for a moment, lowered his head and smiled, laughing and coughing, she is so fried! She would admire herself without getting dirty.

  Guan Zhuting was cleaning the living room. She was startled when she heard the explosion, and ran upstairs to find the study room. The whole study was out of sight, it was dark everywhere, and a scent came over her face. Guan Zhuting covered her mouth and nose: "Cough, cough, what's wrong?"

  Robi is still laughing: "I'm frying the oven." It's amazing to think about it, she actually fry the oven?

  "Go outside, it's too choking." Guan Zhuting exited to find tools to clean the study room.

  Robi went out with a smile, and stood outside the door for a while, feeling that the staleness was almost gone, and went in and cleaned up the study with Guan Zhuting. It would be nice if she had a home robot in her house.

  Luo Bi first moved the Lingzhi Medicine Cauldron to her room, and when she came back, she heard Guan Zhuting say to her: "It's too dirty, don't do it. There is dust everywhere."

  Robi really didn’t want to clean the dust, Guan Zhuting drove her away, and she went back to the room to take a shower and change clothes.

   After taking a shower, Robbie, in a refreshing suit, ran to the entrance of the study and probed: "How is it? Is it easy to clean?"

  Guan Zhuting covered her nose and mouth and waved her hands: "Quickly get out."

  Robi strolled downstairs with nothing to do, and when she heard the door bell, she glanced through the video on the door, Mom, it was Luo Yan. Turned around and took a glass of water, listening to the doorbells and drinking slowly.

   Luo Yan stomped outside the courtyard: "Grandfather, no one answered." After speaking, he continued to press.

  The tall man surrounded by several guards looked inside and hesitated: "Could there be no one?"

  "Probably not." Luo Feifei was also unsure, clicked on the number to call Robbie for communication.

  Robi glanced at the number displayed on the terminal, chuckled, and drank the water and let the communication ring vigorously.

  Guan Zhuting came downstairs, Qingli's face was stained with gray: "Who is here? I heard someone ring the doorbell upstairs."

   "Who else can there be? My grandfather and Luo Yan, probably because they want me to be the assistant of the teacher." Luo Bi looked bored.

   Guan Zhuting didn’t have a good impression of these two people, so she went to the bathroom and cleaned it out: “It’s not good to keep the door open! I’ll open the door.”

   Guan Zhuting opened the gate to discover that in addition to Luo Feifei’s grandson and grandson, there was also a party of Zhihuangxing Archon. Luo Feifan looked at her and said solemnly: "It took such a long time to open the door, what are you doing at home?"

  It’s a bit unpleasant to say the fine product, Guan Zhuting lowered her eyes, and said lightly: "Clean the room."

  In the presence of the consul, Guan Zhuting was very embarrassed, and he greeted the consul Pei Jing to enter the house: "Please come inside the consul."

  One step behind, she asked Guan Zhuting, "Is Luo Bi at home? Why can't I call her for communication?"

   Guan Zhuting said: "I don't know, she is in the living room."

   Luo Yan stepped into the living room, took a few breaths of air pressure, and asked Robbie, who stood up after putting down the water glass: "You are really at home, and you don't need to open the door. Why don't you even answer grandfather's communication? What do you mean?"

  Robi couldn't see her, so naturally he didn't bother to care about her.

   Luo Feifan was unhappy: "Robi still doesn't serve the consul tea."

  "Where is the tea? I'm going to make tea." Luo Yan wanted to behave in front of the consul, and instead of waiting for Luo Bi's action, she asked Guan Zhuting for tea first.

  Guan Zhuting went into the kitchen. Luo Yan wore a light green lace dress today. The hem was too long and a little dragged. She held the skirt in one hand and turned around as beautiful as a butterfly.

  (End of this chapter)