Chapter 1015

Jun Ci entered the room and said calmly: "What can happen, do you know?"

The little spy can't see so far away at home.

"I told it."

Gulu said: "It should know."

These intelligent entities are all maintained by His Highness. If His Highness has something to do, why should he hide it from them?

The piano didn't sleep either. When he arrived at Jun Ci's side, he smelled the smell of blood on Jun Ci's body and seemed a little irritated, and he screamed twice.

The little spy translated: "It asked you if you were fighting outside and lost. It was so miserable. It can help you take revenge."

Jun Ci: "...the blood belongs to others, I won the fight."

A dog also knew how to care about her, and she was actually touched!

When the piano heard it, it wailed twice, and the sound became a little more cheerful. I sat in front of the piano and actually played the song "Good Day".

Junci: "..."

With this living treasure around, she suddenly felt quite happy.

She went into her room to take a shower and closed her eyes for a while in silence.

This incident was an accident. No one knew that such a thing would happen, so she didn't take it too seriously.

But today, she restrained herself.

She didn't really want to kill people, but she got tired of it when she was in the interstellar.

What's the point of going through life and death for the sake of the empire, fighting desperately for the throne.

Now I am doing what I like to do, and today I think of it as a way to stretch my muscles.

It was originally planned to be a two-day event, so there was no need to go to the crew. Jun Ci went to bed late and originally planned to wake up late, but was woken up by the doorbell.

She went to open the door with a headache, and there was Claire outside the door.

She was holding something in her hand, and it smelled quite delicious.

Very familiar taste.

Claire saw Jun Ci and smiled at her: "Good morning, I asked someone to buy breakfast. It's from China. You can eat it."

The breakfast she was talking about was a famous Chinese restaurant near Hollywood. They sold meat buns for breakfast. The business was very good, but they were gone when we got there late.

Claire asked people to line up early and then bought them and sent them here.

Jun Ci nodded and did not refuse as before, letting Claire walk into the room.

The piano came over and looked at Claire, circling her twice, sticking out her tongue, very dog-like.

Jun Ci glanced at it, wondering what this silly dog ​​was planning.

Claire looked at the husky, chuckled, knelt down and stroked the husky's fur, "You actually know how to raise a husky? This dog is very noisy!"

The piano narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

The evil Jun Ci rarely strokes his dog because he dislikes its fur. Dogs' instinct is to like to be petted, and the piano is no exception.

This goddamn shit shoveler would have wanted to change it if it hadn't been helpless.

The little spy was on the side, his eyes shining red as he looked down upon the unscrupulous piano.

Jun Ci ate the buns that Claire brought in a few mouthfuls. It is indeed rare to be able to eat Chinese food here, and the taste is quite authentic. In fact, Jun Ci has eaten it several times.

She was eating there quietly, and Claire was squatting there quietly playing the piano, and laughing very happily.

After eating, Jun Ci said: "I haven't had a good rest yet. I want to take a rest. Why don't you continue to rest?"

Claire experienced something like that last night, but she recovered quickly today.

Claire reluctantly touched the piano twice and stood up, "I'll take a nap later. If you want to rest, you can rest. I'm leaving first, have a good rest."