100 Ways to Get the Male God

app2();

The girl hesitated, "Yes, it was given to me by Mr. Nan... He wants me to come and see you."

Hearing this, the beautiful young man tilted his head slightly, Amber's eyes narrowed, and he said slowly: "Oh. Go back and tell him, and then let the messy people come to me, and the authority given to him will stop here."

The girl was startled and couldn't help but take a step back.

The beautiful, heart-warming eyes on the opposite side looked at her quietly and harmlessly, but the girl couldn't help sweating coldly and whispered, "Ah, Azhuo, how can you say that I'm a mess, I'm..."

When the words came to her mouth, she was stuck.

The word "stepmother" could not be uttered anyway. With her family background, youth and beauty, she can climb to the middle-aged head of the Nan family, but she will never be able to conquer the young prince of the Nan family.

She stopped talking.

The boy was just expressionless.

The girl clenched her fist, suddenly frustrated.

After meeting Nan Zhuo with Mr. Nan, her nightmare came. The first time we met was at a family banquet. The young man's long legs were randomly crossed, leaning against a column, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be asleep.

Being able to sleep while standing is really convincing. Until the bell in the distance woke him up, the moment he opened his eyes, under the long eyelashes, extremely beautiful amber gold was revealed. The beauty of the youth was indescribable, only intoxication.

Later, from Mr. Nan, she learned that the prince had narcolepsy.

No wonder he takes his time all day long and looks a little dull and cute. Basically, when he can see him, he closes his eyes lazily and calmly.

Falling in love with your future stepson, what could be more desperate than this? The daughters of the aristocratic family had nothing to do with Nan Zhuo, and God knew how upset she was.

Fortunately, Nan Zhuo looks the same to everyone, lazy, slow, and doesn't care.

The girl stared at the slender fingers of the person on the other side, holding the porcelain-white tray and looking good. She held back the throbbing in her heart and said softly, "I'll just cook a meal for you..."

The young man finally frowned, and then his thin lips pursed slightly, and said in an indifferent and calm tone: "Go away."

Invisible mental coercion shrouded, and the girl's face turned pale for a moment, and the mental attack would undoubtedly make people lose their minds, as if only the instinct to survive was left.

She staggered out of the house before she could react in her mind, gasping for breath.

...As expected of the young man who manipulated the first mecha, this mental strength...is terrifying.

The girl took a deep breath unwillingly.

In the room, the boy holding the tray lowered his head silently, looking at the cake that fell innocently to the ground because of the influence of his mental power.

He was silent for a few seconds.

The robot servant dutifully moved over and erased the traces. The young man looked down for a few seconds. The extremely beautiful eyes were quiet, but they were actually struggling.

Let the robot cook?

The newly bought robot seems to have forgotten to set the program for learning to cook.

set now?

But do not want to set, so tired.

……do it yourself?

If you don't want to do it, it's even more tiring.

After being quiet for a while, he calmly handed the tray to the robot and walked back to the room with his long legs.

...keep on being hungry.

Drowsiness surged up, the young man raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and suddenly stopped when he passed the game cabin.

I remembered that girl again.

Round and tender, white face, looks like a cake, very sweet.

With his slender fingers resting on the game cabin, the young man lowered his eyes and thought for a while, before slowly stepping in.