Traveling Through the Stars

Luo Bi was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, lowered her head and laughed, laughing and coughing at the same time. Her furnace is so good! She even admired herself for not soiling herself.

Guan Zhuting was cleaning up the living room when she heard the explosion. She was startled and ran upstairs quickly to find the study. It was impossible to see the entire study, everything was dark, and a smell of paste came to her face. Guan Zhuting covered her mouth and nose: "Cough, cough, what's wrong?"

Luo Bi was still laughing: "I blew up the furnace." It's amazing to think about it, she actually blew up the furnace?

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

Luo Bi went out with a smile and stood outside the door for a while. She felt that the smell was almost gone. She went in and tidied up the study room with Guan Zhuting. It would be great if her family had a home robot.

Luo Bi first moved the spiritual plant cauldron to her room. When she came back, she heard Guan Zhuting say to her: "It's too dirty. Stop doing it. There's ashes everywhere."

Luo Bi really didn't want to sweep the dust, so Guan Zhuting chased her away, so she simply went back to the room to take a shower and change clothes.

After taking a shower, Luo Bi, who was fresh and fresh, ran to the door of the study and stuck her head in: "How is it? Is it easy to clean?"

Guan Zhuting covered her mouth and nose and waved her hands: "Get out quickly."

Luo Bi strolled downstairs with nothing to do. When she heard the doorbell, she looked through the video on the door and realized it was Luo Yan. He turned around to get a glass of water and drank slowly while listening to the ringing of the doorbell.

Luo Yan stamped her foot outside the courtyard gate: "Grandpa, no one answered." After saying that, she continued pressing the door.

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

"Probably not." Luo Feifan was not sure, so he clicked on the number to dial Luo Bi.

Luo Bi glanced at the number displayed on the terminal, sneered, drank water and let the communication ring.

Guan Zhuting came down from upstairs, her Qingli face stained with a little dust: "Who is here? I heard someone ringing the doorbell upstairs."

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

Guan Zhuting didn't have a good impression of these two people. She went to the bathroom to clean up and came out: "It's not good if you don't open the door all the time! I'll open the door."

Guan Zhuting opened the courtyard door and discovered that in addition to Luo Feifan and his grandson, there were also the Consul of Zhihuangxing and his party. Luo Feifan looked at her and said in a deep voice: "It took so long to open the door. What were you doing at home?"

These words were not nice to say carefully. Guan Zhuting lowered her eyes and said calmly: "Clean the room."

In front of the consul, Luo Feifei couldn't help but Zhu Ting called the consul Pei Jing into the room: "Consul, please come in."

One step behind, Guan Zhuting asked, "Is Luo Bi at home? Why didn't she answer her call?"

Guan Zhuting said: "I'm not sure, she's in the living room."

Luo Yan stepped into the living room, took a few breaths to suppress her anger, and asked Luo Bi, who stood up after putting down the water glass: "You are indeed at home, just don't open the door. Why don't you even answer my grandfather's communication? What do you mean?"

Luo Bi couldn't see her, so naturally he didn't bother to pay attention to her.

Luo Feifan showed displeasure: "Luo Bi still doesn't serve tea to the consul."

"Where are the tea leaves? I'm going to make tea." Luo Yan wanted to show off in front of the consul and asked Guan Zhuting for tea leaves without waiting for Luo Bi to make a move.

Guan Zhuting entered the kitchen. Luo Yan was wearing a light green lace dress today. The hem was too long and dragged the floor. She held the hem of the dress in one hand and turned around to follow her as beautifully as a butterfly.