"Not necessarily, but his computer will never be monitored."
Yun Tuan exited the search engine, handed back the computer, walked to Jing Yu who was holding Wanyan Bao by the collar, and briefly told him about the aerial camera.
Jing Yu nodded, "It's probably He Yu's side."
After that, he put Wanyan Bao aside casually, pulled out his phone's address book, and went to contact people.
Wanyanbao was so angry that his face bulged into the shape of a pufferfish, and he gritted his teeth and said "poof".
"Why did you provoke him?" Yun Tuan asked curiously. It's not surprising that Shi Qing and Wanyan Bao were fighting. Why would Jing Yu do it...
"You have a boss filter, right? Why should I provoke him? Couldn't he just come over and beat me up out of nowhere?"
Wan Yan Bao was so angry that he drank a few sips of Liang Bai Kai.
"First of all, I don't have any filters. Secondly, in terms of force value, he can knock you out with just one shot. The one just now can only be regarded as... teasing you at best."
Yun Tuan reached out and rubbed the boy's hair randomly. At first Wan Yanbao resisted and flinched, but he found that wherever he retreated, the hand would cover his head and rub it, so he stopped moving.
Yun Tuan suddenly remembered what a friend who raised cats said - "As long as you rub it until it loses its temper, you can touch it casually, and it doesn't matter if it's against the fur." "But the premise is that you are sure that it is a cat that doesn't know how to deal with it."
The biting cat”.
She looked at the boy with a messy hair style and nodded, he looked quite similar.
Wan Yanbao looked at Yun Tuan's hands and whispered: "Have you washed your hands yet..."
"No, you should be full of the smell of meat now." Yun Tuan smiled slightly, turned around and pulled out Jing He who had sneaked into the kitchen.
"What?!" Wan Yanbao cried out in a state of collapse. He touched his head and raised his hand to smell it.
"I lied to you -" Yun Tuan opened the pressure cooker and poked the big bone with chopsticks. It was almost cooked.
Hot pot, bone soup, plus a lot of braised food and cooked vegetables brought by these people, are all laid out, a bit like a grand banquet.
Yun Tuan looked at the table of dishes and shook his head, "I suspect you are planning to set up a buffet."
"No way, isn't this a celebration that you are finally discharged from the hospital!" Shi Qing saved the code several times, stood up, and took a seat with his back to the window.
Jinghe rubbed his hands and opened the curtains, "Someone is taking pictures, right? Let him take the pictures! You can see but not eat, he will be so angry!"
Yun Tuan's eyelids twitched and he shook his head helplessly.
Are the combined ages of this man and Wan Yanbao more than fifteen years old?
Everyone ate and drank, and Jing Yu also participated in it without any intention of stopping him. However, after the meal, An Yuan was taken to the training ground by Shi Qing for training, so the evening barbecue was postponed indefinitely.
"You are so young."
Yun Tuan looked at the retreating figures of the two people downstairs and sighed.
"You guys seem to be about the same age, right?" Wan Yanbao faced the small mirror and slowly adjusted his hairstyle, "You can do it too. Judging from your appearance, you will be very popular."
Yun Tuan suddenly recalled the perverts she had beaten away in the past few years, and shook her head with some fear, "Forget it, I can't afford the medical bills."
She is a trained person now, and she can't afford to pay for it once she takes action.
Wanyanbao tilted his head in confusion.
While the two were chatting, the Jing brothers had already brought a sandbox and used some parts to reproduce the terrain of Lecheng and surrounding cities.
Yun Tuan stood aside, slightly confused, "Why don't you use 3D software to restore one? Use such a primitive... pile of sand."
"It will leave traces - playing with sand is different. If you are found out, you can still say that you are practicing sand painting." Jing He carried a bucket of sand, and his domineering temperament disappeared without a trace.