The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

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

Hearing this, Si Lingling's eyes turned cold.

What does the bastard mean?

Come to remind her again of the unbearable memories between him and her!

Sensing the cold air coming from the opposite side, Jun Mo Yao felt a little uneasy in his heart.

But he took a deep breath, suppressed the strong discomfort and anxiety in his heart, and continued:

"Perhaps you have discovered that many of the new policies issued since I came to power have not been truly implemented."

"Even the new policies that are being implemented are just superficial, and have not really implemented my thinking, let alone achieved the effect I want."

Following his words, Si Lingling recalled from his memory the new policies he had issued since he came to power.

It really wants to change people's livelihood and economy, and improve the living conditions of ordinary stars.

pity!

As he said, these policies have not been implemented.

She pursed her lips and looked at the man in front of her: "Is it interesting for you to tell me this?"

"I'm just an ordinary woman with a baby at home. Could it be that you can't realize your ideals and ambitions, and you still have to rely on me?"

"I know, I shouldn't have told you this."

Listening to her slightly sharp words, Jun Moyao seemed to have something blocked in his heart, which made him inexplicably feel strongly depressed.

But what he said was very gentle: "I just want to explain to you what I want to use these paintings of yours for."

"As for its value, I will exchange it for you with the same thing you need here, what do you think?"

When Si Lingling heard this, she didn't want to say much, she raised her hand and handed over a few paintings: "Hey, take it."

"Thank you, Linger!"

Jun Moyao didn't pick it up immediately, but expressed his gratitude to her very solemnly, "Don't worry, I will use them to the most appropriate place."

Si Lingling: "..." Forget it, I'm too lazy to correct his address.

"I give you something, and what you want to do with it is your business."

She said indifferently, "If I wanted to take care of so much, I wouldn't let you take it away."

Indeed, if it wasn't for the correspondence between him and Leng Zheng'ao.

She was afraid that she would deal with this matter in the live broadcast room with her spiritual perception in her own way.

Where are these things now?

"Okay, thank you Ling'er."

Jun Moyao received her response, with a very sincere smile on his face, "It's good to have you!"

Si Lingling: "..." Why do these words sound so awkward.

"Okay, it's getting late, you can leave now."

Seeing that he was still unwilling to leave with his belongings, Si Lingling had no choice but to issue an order to evict the guest directly.

"That Linger..."

Being urged to leave, Jun Moyao felt very uncomfortable, but he still hesitated and said, "Look, can I hug and tweet?"

"Just give them a hug, and I'll leave after a hug, okay?"

As a father, it's such a failure that he doesn't even have a chance to hug his children when they are so old.

Si Lingling looked at him calmly, and found that the man was so nervous that his nose was sweating.

On such a cold day, such a powerful master broke into a cold sweat because of such a trivial matter!

This shows how uneasy he is at the moment.

Si Lingling couldn't help feeling a little compassion for him like this: "That depends on whether they are willing or not."

"Eh? Eh, thank you, Linger."

Jun Moyao originally thought that he would be rejected forcefully like before.

I didn't expect that there would be a surprise today, and I was so happy that I smiled at Si Lingling like a child, "I knew it, Linger is the best."

Si Lingling turned away her eyes from his stupid look, walked sideways by the man, and reached out to open the door...