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Chapter 681

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CEO Above, Me Below Chapter 681

Shi Xiaonian walked over in shock and asked why something happened in the time it took her to make a phone call.

“It’s the MR Palace, it’s a bad robot, it hit Bob Bro, it’s dead! I don’t want it, I don’t want it! ” Gong Kui cried as she went to beat up the others.

With a face full of apology, he slowly lowered his head.

Shi Xiaonian also could not hear what Gong Kui was saying, she went forward and carried Bob up to the hospital building, and said with a frown, “You guys follow me, we’ll go find a doctor first.”

She turned her head to look towards the fake mountain and saw that after the corner of her clothes quickly shrank back into the fake mountain, she could no longer see anything.

“…”

After the incident, Gong Yao’s wariness towards Bob had slowly decreased, and he would occasionally show him a book.

“Good girl.” Shi Xiaonian laughed, and turned to leave. When she reached the door, she heard Bob’s voice from behind, “I …”

Shi Xiaonian turned her head in surprise.

Bob sat there, clutching the quilt with his small hands. He looked at her, then away again, his teeth clenching tightly on his lips.

“Just say what you want to say.”

Shi Xiaonian said.

Hearing that, Shi Xiaonian understood what he meant, and said: “Bob, you miss your mother, right? Don’t worry, Auntie and Uncle are trying their best to help you find it. Go to sleep. “

“You’re back?” Shi Xiaonian excitedly ran over to him, “I’ve made fruit silver ear soup for you.”

“That’s more like it!”

Shi Xiaonian was carried by Gong Ou to sit on the sofa at the side. Only after drinking two cups of water did Feng De walk in front of them, and respectfully lowered his head.

“Father, you’ve been too tired these past few days. Quickly sit down and rest.”

Shi Xiaonian said. In order to find all the people on the ship back then, Feng De had to fly all over the world.

Feng De was really tired, and sat on the sofa by the side.

Gong Ou looked at him coldly, “How’s the investigation?”

“We’re not your monkeys.” And a wedding for him, a dream.