Chapter 55 Tea Art Master

Author: Nanfengyu

Chapter 55 Tea Art Master

Wei Zhaolin is fiddling with a tablet.

The seven-inch tablet was almost as big as his hand. It was now spreading on the small table in front of him, with the shell being dismantled and opened to one side, revealing the small and dense electronic components inside.

Wei Zhaolin was reassembling with a small tweezer. His hands were very stable and fast. Such mechanized behavior was actually a strange beauty.

In other words, technology itself has a sense of beauty.

A cold and hard beauty that is completely different from soft emotions.

In the bedroom, Mi He changed into a newly bought skirt on the way home. He looked elegant and simple, but actually had hot lines and a sling skirt with a naked back.

The skirt has a good drape. After the upper body, the ice silk fabric gently outlines the curves of her body during the natural sagging process.

Mi He turned around twice in front of the dressing mirror, and his face was extremely hot.

Because the fabric of this skirt is too small, too little!

She, an alien who doesn't understand human shame very much, feels a little embarrassed.

She staggered her legs awkwardly, thinking to herself that she was not only ashamed, but also not very safe.

"I can do it!" Mi He gently patted his rosy cheeks in the mirror.

I've practiced several times, so there's definitely no problem.

She pushed the bedroom door open a crack and looked out carefully. After confirming that Wei Zhaolin was still sitting in the living room, she straightened her back, walked out of the room with charming steps and twisted steps.

In the huge living room, the sound of high heels hitting the ground was clearly audible. Wei Zhaolin's fingers holding tweezers paused slightly, and looked around the sound.

"Change pairs of shoes at home? Wearing high heels for a long time will aggravate joint damage."

At the point where his sight fell, the petite woman with perfect proportions stood against the wall, her water-blue skirt and her snow-white skin color shone together, beautiful like a daffodil blooming quietly in the dark night.

Seeing Wei Zhaolin looking at him, Mi He suppressed his shame and followed the posture of the magazine that Mi Youran flipped for her, half-sided, raised his left leg back, and a slender arm slowly moved up the wall. His smooth and flawless back was beautiful and dazzling, even his small and cute waist was perfect.

She extended her arm to the widest open, raised her head, and tried hard to touch the frame directly above with her fingertips.

"Oh, why is this painting so high? I can't even reach it."

According to Mi Youran, as long as she does this, human males will definitely ask to help her take the picture frame. At that time, the distance will definitely be closest, and she can...

Wei Zhaolin looked down at the electronic components in his hand again, and reminded her lightly: "If you can't reach it, you can bring a stool."

Mi He: "…"

I promised to help her get it?

Could it be that she is not attractive enough?

Mi He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture without any trace, and tried to pull the lines of the chest, waist and hips to the extreme.

"I'm wearing high heels, and it's easy to fall on a stool, right?" Mi He's voice timidly, "Forget it, just fall. As long as you protect your head when you fall, there will definitely be no big problem."

Wei Zhaolin estimated the height and nodded in agreement: "If you fall down and hit the head, the probability of protecting your head is 70%, protecting your head is wise."

He paused and added: "But I suggest you take off your shoes or you have a 43% chance of spraining ankle before you fall."

Mi He: “…oh.”

The tea art failed and the initial battle was lost.

She took off her shoes silently, took a stool, took off the picture frame and wiped it in a pretentious manner.

The whole process is slow, and we strive to be beautiful, and strive to be able to draw every freeze-frame moment.

but……

Wei Zhaolin didn't look at her.

Mi He couldn't figure it out.

The pile of electronic components in his hand are so beautiful?

Better than her?

Didn’t Mi Youran say that if she grows like this, she can have everything with just hooking her fingers?

Her fingers were almost cramped, why did Wei Zhaolin still not respond?

Is he blind?

Mi He was both ashamed and annoyed, but his eyes stopped on the crutch that Wei Zhaolin placed next to him.

oh.

Maybe it's not blind, it's just lame?

It is indeed a bit difficult to help her get things from high places if she doesn't even walk.

He thought he had found the crux of the problem, and Mi He regained his strength.

She walked to Wei Zhaolin and pretended to be curious and stretched her head over to look at the movements on his hands.

The beautifully curved swan neck and scattered black hair make the visual effect instantly full.

Mi He's body is truly perfect. Perhaps in order to make up for their personality genes, the creator of the Ω gene deliberately arranged nearly zero defective body genes for them.

There are almost no ugly people on the Ω star, and Mi He is the best.

Her appearance, even on the Ω star, can be classified into the top range.

A long time ago, Mi He even received a special job when he was just adult. The official media of Ωxing hoped that she could shoot a short film to... improve the mood value of Ωxing people.

That's right, in the eyes of the Ω people, Mi He's appearance has reached a point where he can make people feel better if he just looks through the screen.

However, it seems that this advantage will not play any role in Wei Zhaolin?

She looked at Wei Zhaolin who was still focusing on fiddling with the components and couldn't help but wonder.

Is it because of different species that make the aesthetics different?

Mi He was nervous and moved forward again, bringing the distance between her and Wei Zhaolin to a level where they could feel their body temperature.

"Are you exercising your finger flexibility?" She originally just took a look at what Wei Zhaolin was doing, but after observing for a few seconds, this carelessness turned into amazement.

The Ω people have strong mental power, but their technological level is not high. After all, talent itself is destined to be more suitable for art work, rather than this kind of industrial labor that makes people dizzy at first sight.

"..." Wei Zhaolin was silent for a moment, and the first time he said it, he was a little uncertain, "Yes."

He is not used to lying.

Especially lying on harmless trivial matters.

During the day today, Wei Beichuan asked his assistant to send him recent information from the company, which was very obvious.

Since your body has almost recovered, you have to do the job you should take over.

Wei Zhaolin had no intention of shirking. Since he replaced Wei Mingguang's identity, he should bear it together with his responsibilities.

But he was not very interested in approving the documents, and even felt that the operational measures could no longer meet the needs if they wanted to take the Wei family to go a step further.

That's why he tried to start from the hardware side.

As the leader in the communications industry, Weijia also has an industrial chain such as computers and mobile phones under his name. What Wei Zhaolin is doing is to study how to significantly improve hardware performance through technological means.

To put it bluntly, it is to see if we can create what the so-called black technology of the earthlings under limited conditions?

However, this kind of black technology cannot be too exaggerated, it must be within the scope of understanding by people on earth.

Otherwise, his identity will be exposed.

Fortunately, the technological level of α star is too much higher than that of the earth. It took only one day to get a clue. Now he only has the modified components left to install them back and test whether the performance meets the standards.

Wei Zhaolin had a good idea, but...

Mi He, who was standing behind him, turned his eyes sly, and his hands on his knees pressed the hem of his skirt tightly, then she shook her hair and straightened her upper body suddenly.

——Tear.

The slender shoulder straps were torn and the soft fabric slipped down.

"Ah! My clothes..."

Mi He was panicked with a look of panic. While panickingly covering his almost exposed chest, he fell into Wei Zhaolin's arms shakingly.

Wei Zhaolin: "!"

At the critical moment, he almost instinctively pushed Mi He away and rescued the electronic components that were being installed.

Mi He, who was pushed away ruthlessly and fell down his butt and squatted: "..."

Wei Zhaolin, who realized what he had done: "..."

The scene was once very awkward.
Chapter completed!