The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

"The almighty master of the last days is raising buns in the interstellar ()"

Si Fu, whose eyes fell on the family, raised a warm smile on the corner of his lips.

But when he looked away and looked at the closed door in front of him, his smile disappeared instantly.

Thinking that the people who are coming here are likely to snatch away his grandson, it is difficult for Si Chongzu to give people a good face.

But thinking of his daughter saying that the man was called by her, Si Chongzu felt very powerless.

Taking a deep breath, he reluctantly entered his fingerprint to open the door.

While he was entangled and unhappy, Jun Moyao had passed Lu Peng's level and quickly reached the gate of G569.

The man stopped outside the door, looking inside tenderly.

Ling'er said that she would open the door for her, which made the man happier than ever.

"Ling'er, Yao finally... eh?! Cough cough cough..."

The door opened slowly, and before he could see the people inside, Jun Moyao opened his mouth to express his miss for Si Lingling.

However, when he saw Si Chongzu revealed inside, the words that came to his lips were abruptly stuck back.

Jun Mo Yao choked on his own saliva because he collected it too quickly.

Si Chongzu listened to Jun Moyao's address to his daughter, listened to his unfinished words, and stared at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes.

"Uncle...uncle."

Facing Si Chongzu's complicated eyes, Jun Moyao was almost dead of embarrassment.

It was difficult to see a smile on his handsome face, and he stammered a greeting.

"Don't, you are a majestic interstellar lord, how dare we wait for the small people to climb up high."

Si Chongzu's address to Jun Moyao was very uncomfortable, he stepped aside, and said politely, "My lord, please."

"Uncle, don't be polite with my nephew."

Facing Si Chongzu's unkind attitude, although Jun Moyao felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he didn't show it at all.

After all, he is Ling'er's father, if he still wants to win Ling'er's heart, and successfully bring a pair of children to his side, he has to treat him better.

"No matter what Yao's status is, in front of you, he is a junior. Please don't bury your nephew."

Si Chongzu felt guilty when he heard these words, but he felt a little better for no reason.

After Jun Moyao entered, he closed the courtyard door himself, and then led the people to the house.

Facing Si Chongzu like this, Jun Moyao was still a little apprehensive.

Maybe he can't control Si Lingling's thoughts, but it will still affect her to some extent.

This point, since he sent people to bring Si Lingling's parents and brothers to Star 68, and sent them to her without any conditions.

Si Lingling felt the change in her attitude towards herself.

So, no matter what Jun Moyao's identity is, what kind of people he has met, and what kind of brilliance he has experienced.

But in front of the Si family, he tried his best to observe and blend in with them.

Ever since he witnessed their family's way of getting along with his own eyes, Jun Moyao would go through it in his mind whenever he had the opportunity.

And analyze the aftertaste, the benefits of this way of getting along with their family.

Now that he is following Si Chongzu, Jun Moyao really wants to try that model.

"Uncle, are you still used to living here?"

Si Chongzu looked at him suspiciously: "A family living together, what's wrong with that?"

"I mean..."

Jun Moyao was a little embarrassed when asked, "You have been here for almost two months, don't you think about going out?"

"Stay here in G area all the time, don't you think it's boring?"

"Hey, I said, why are you so weird?"

Si Chongzu didn't understand what Jun Moyao wanted to express, so he suddenly stopped and looked at him, "How does my family live, what does it have to do with you?"

"We people who came out of Zhenhuangxing don't have as many ideas as you. As long as we can live well and have the opportunity to strengthen ourselves, it is the best day."

"Where is the boredom, where is the unaccustomed?"