Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 232 My Father Loves Me

Xila's words made Jōgōu Ling open his eyes wide in an instant, and his purple-gray eyes were vivid under his amber-colored pupils.

After a rational analysis and rational thinking, he still couldn't contain his joy. He pulled Xila up and emphasized: "You don't need repairs, little Xila."

Despite Xila's silly expression, he was actually distracted.

The corner of her eye fell blankly on her father's arm that was pulling her up, and her eyes were filled with deep confusion.

——The weak father seemed to have pulled her up just now?

I recall seeing the newspapers that the researchers had read when I was in the lab.

I seem to have mentioned that a mother used her body to hold up a brick wall to save her child during an earthquake; when the waves hit, a father used the speed of his car to escape with his child...

Xila suddenly realized that her father suddenly burst out with such strong power because he loved her.

Xila stood there at a loss, not knowing how to respond to his father's overflowing love.

No one except my sister and father has ever loved weapons!

Father--

A drizzle began to fall in Xila's dry spiritual world. After the rain, tender green buds sprouted. Even though they were extremely fragile, they were the first sign of life in this desert world.

Father loves her!

Her father loves her so much!!

Xila pursed her lips, but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

Fūya Ling didn't know that Xila's speculation was completely wrong but the result was right, nor did he notice Xila's expression.

Behind his disguised eyes, a pure light shone, a faint yet unignorable joy emanating from them. He said earnestly, "I'm very happy, Xila, that you are becoming self-aware."

In the past, Xila's self-awareness was just a budding and too fragile, but today it has completely taken root.

This is a good beginning!

His daughter, Xiao Xila, finally had the prerequisites to enter normal society.

Hiro, when we meet, I will definitely let you meet my lovely little daughter.

Thinking of Hiro's envious look, Furuya Rei felt very happy.

"I don't understand."

Xila didn't understand her father's joy. She said naively, "I don't know what to do, Father."

Furiya Ling ruffled her fluffy hair and said, "Follow your heart, Xila. Don't be afraid. You are just growing up."

He checked the time and said, "Go back and complete the 'task' I gave you. Read more books."

"Even if I leave your sight, I'll be fine."

“You have my word.”

I promise you that.

Xila nodded, watched him leave, and then walked towards the house.

She looked back every time she took a step, always worried about her father.

In her heart, her father was very weak, sweet and soft, like a piece of honey cake with a sweet and fragrant smell, and he was surrounded by bad guys who had bad intentions and wanted to bully her father.

She was unable to protect her father when he ordered her not to follow him.

How can we achieve the best of both worlds?

She thought thoughtfully, maybe the former researcher Gibson would have a way. Next time she met him, she would capture him and interrogate him.

Her eyes wavered, and her well-behaved appearance gave no indication that she was thinking about how to persecute her father's subordinates.

Schindler & Co.

Fūya Ling walked to the gate openly, punched in and went to work like an ordinary programmer.

When I entered the office, it was still early and only a few employees had arrived.

"Hey, are you new here?"

Someone asked enthusiastically.

Furiya Ling glanced at the workstations, found a computer that showed no signs of use, sat down, put his fist to his lips and coughed a few times, then smiled shyly at his curious colleagues and said, "Yes, I'm new here. My name is Ivan, Ivan Allen."

He glanced at the ID card on the man's chest, his smile deepened, and he greeted politely: "Hello, Smith."

Smith is a spirited young man and very talkative.

Because he is too talkative, everyone avoids him.

Now that Fūya Rei is here, I don’t find him annoying. I listen to him very seriously and my supporting role is just right.

This was incredible. Smith's saliva flew all over his body. This man, who was full of the attribute of "chatterbox", could talk about anything and everything. The topics were all kinds of strange and gossip.

One was a chatterbox, the other was trying to ask questions, and the two of them got along quite well, which made other people around them look away. They basically spent the whole day chatting crazily.

From Smith's words, Rei Furuya also learned about the gossip of the entire company, including President Thomas's beloved collection room.

However, he coughed a few times and pinched his throat, feeling as if smoke was about to come out.

This guy is such a chatterbox.

Before lunch, he quietly walked around the collection room, confirming his location before leaving. This half day had been truly fulfilling, and he had gotten the intelligence he wanted.

Following the hospitable Smith to the staff cafeteria, Ling Furuya looked around and found that the dishes were similar, but quite rich.

Thomas is such a generous boss, no wonder he can become the king of the IT industry.

At this time, he stood in front of the black chef and asked doubtfully: "Do you have a peanut beef cheese sandwich?"

The black man pointed to the plate on his left and said, "This is it."

Fūya Rei's eyes widened in surprise. "No way, do peanut beef and cheese sandwiches these days use peanuts?"

chef:??

"How can someone stuff peanut butter all over a sandwich? It really ruins the taste, it almost overshadows the main dish." He casually picked up a peanut and blueberry sandwich and went to pay. As he passed the black chef, he casually sighed, "Recently, senior government officials held a parliamentary session, and I heard they had a peanut beef and cheese sandwich at a five-star hotel that had no peanut butter flavor. It was amazing."

"This is the paladin among chefs."

Smith, who followed him blankly, took a bite of the turkey burger and said in agreement, "You're right. Being able to make peanuts taste like peanuts is truly the paladin among chefs."

"Right."

"Speaking of Paladins, Ivan, there's a new religious movie that came out recently. Let's go see it together when we have time after get off work. I heard the Holy Order in it is very majestic, and the churches are borrowed from the Vatican."

The two started chatting again, but the topics were completely different.

Only the black chef was left staring at the sandwich thoughtfully, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

After dinner, they got off work on time and left the company together.

"Ivan, everything about you is fine except your health." Smith heard the man coughing all day and taking medicine twice. He looked like he could collapse at any time, so he was so scared that he didn't dare to leave, for fear that the man would faint.

He swallowed quietly; his mouth was dry after talking all day.

But his kindness was not in vain, Mr. Ivan did not lose a single hair today.