I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

In this way, Nan Ling lived in this place called "Old House".

I don't know if it was because the rainbow fart he blew on that gentleman had an effect, his actions were not blocked, but he needed to bring a locator. Belmode warned him not to run around casually, because this mansion has long been transformed into a military fortress, and she will not be able to save him if some mechanism is triggered rashly.

Nanling said "ah yes yes yes" and started running out the next day.

It's not that he doesn't want to fish, but mainly because he has to see Anderberg.

The base where Anderberg is located is not far away. The gentleman separated them mainly for the purpose of letting Anderberg continue to conduct experiments. After all, there are no experimental equipment in the old house.

When Nanling visited Anderberg for the first time, Anderburger was working. On his second visit, Underburger was at work. The third time, Underburger was still working, and it seemed that he almost lived directly in the laboratory.

He expressed great respect and incomprehension for Anderberg's restless work attitude.

The first time Anderberg saw Nan Ling in the lab, the man was eating potato chips. The second time he saw Nan Ling, this man was eating an apple. For the third time, Nan Ling simply brought a large box of sushi to eat beside him, and asked him if he wanted to eat.

Underburger: …

"Don't you have anything of your own to do?" He looked at Nan Ling who was eating sushi with a very bad expression.

"Yo." Bug avoided it with a tilt of his head, and said with a smile, "Playing with a scalpel in front of you? You have no courage, young man."

The nasty rhetorical question was abruptly used by Anderjunge as a declarative sentence, and the voice almost came out through the teeth.

Shen Wenge's face was pale.

Snapped!

Bu Ge squinted his eyes contentedly, ready to play by ear.

...Of course I was forced to use a soft girl's voice to say to Undermode, "Sister Wynyard, beg him" if it is a matter of morality, right?

"You just need his help, and go out without telling this gentleman for a while." I pointed to my neck, "Tracking the location of the chip is more troublesome, what use is anesthesia for you, you are too bad to get started, so you can only ask him for help."

Just for one bite! I almost lost my integrity to the point of selling my looks—I mean menswear.

Bu Ge picked up the phone in a daze and looked at it. Ander Junge sent a new email.

I didn't even take off my gloves that time, so I turned around and walked towards Bug, looking like I was going to throw the **** gloves directly in my face.

An Dejunge thought to himself that he was incapable of calling the police.

"Or, does he dislike elegant ones more?" Bug coughed heavily and choked his throat, "Ah, it's really troublesome for my elder sister to encounter such a thing. If no one can help you, desuwa~~~"

Anderjunger was immediately in awe of this Bourbon whom I had met a few times.

"So he really eats Nanling?" Bu Ge handed back the Nanling box outside his hand with general sincerity, "You asked Undermode to buy it back. Does he know how much you paid for that matter?"

"Bad."

"You're bad and talkative..." I said in a ghostly voice, "You are capable of everything, even big talk is worth reading, you're going to die soon... and you have to regularly catch up with the empty-nester old man. Every time you run out, I will make a phone call. Am I a loveless middle-aged woman who has fallen into menopause and suddenly suffers from separation anxiety?"

Shen Zhong immediately complained in tears: "Mr. Sushi is the first second who cares about you, and misses me; Mr. Sushi is the seventh second who cares about you, and misses me and misses me; Mr. Shen Zhong is the eighth second who cares about you, misses me and I miss me. But, Mr. Sushi, you really hate him, whether it is the one who cares about you, the one who cares about you, or the one who cares about you now, you hate the bad second—"*

"I'm sorry, you also thought that he was so forbidden to tease." Bug said honestly, "He needs to know that in the future, Bob will never throw a scalpel like him..."

Anderjunge stared at me.

Anderjunge understood what I was saying.

That kind of tenacity is full of twists and turns, and the spirit of sacrificing the big you to make the small ones worth learning is worth learning. It's a pity to die.

Seeing this, Bug sighed amusedly.

"An Dejunge, does he have any sympathy at all?" Shen Zhong said in a obviously shocked tone, "Even if you are a young and beautiful beautiful man, it would be too much to be harassed by an uncle who is malicious to you and knows how old you are! Of course you can't immediately become... ahem... dull and hateful beautiful man desu!"

Ander Junge slapped the scalpel under the table.

Although that is equivalent to obeying orders, but I am also short of that now, so...

I looked up again in a daze, and found that Anderjunge hadn't changed a pair of gloves yet, and he was distracted from his work.

"He. With. For. Is. For. For. Who."

When I said that, I sighed sadly.

There is only one sentence written on the outside: Shut up!

Anderjunge turned his face back expressively.

Again Richat I am not a dog.

Then I quickly took off the gloves in a second, picked up the phone outside my pocket, and typed two words hard.

"Is he still bad, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com Shen Wenge?" Bu Ge asked sincerely, "He looks slow to explode."

In view of the fact that Anderjunge still needs to exercise his ability to resist pressure, Bu Ge reluctantly stopped having fun.

But I hesitated whether to speak or not.

When I finished my first sentence, Anderjunge hacked a rat to death with a knife in his hand. In the middle of my seventh sentence, Anderjunge chopped melons and vegetables and killed a rabbit. By the time I finished saying 'bad and second-bad hate', Shen Wenge didn't seem to want to kill anyone anymore.

But it was written all over my face, 'You are really miserable and depressed when you are suspended'.

Just for that! ? Is it worth torturing me for so long?

Alas, it really is Toru Amuro playing badly. It's a pity, since my undercover identity was exposed, I can no longer see the appearance of me trying my best to keep my identity. Bu Ge's life is much more fun!

"What, how, can he, shut up?"

Anderjunge threw a scalpel at me.

Just for that?

"No." Nanling said confidently, "It's really bad, you have been temporarily suspended."

I still have to talk.

"You said, this gentleman's desire to control is not a little bit too weak, right? Shen Wenge, does he think so?" Shen Zhongbai gnawed on his chopsticks contentedly, "I let you move freely after saying that, but I implanted a tracking chip outside your body, and I will call you as soon as I find you running around. The number of calls I made to you in those few days was slower than the sum of the future. Isn't that considered harassment?"

Chatter, you are worthy of being a little interrogator!

In the first half of the sentence, I replaced it with a very standard vitality voice.