66: Chapter 66 Throwing his wife's clothes in public, this robot is really sensible!

Lu Li's words fell, and the air in the living room seemed to solidify.

Su Qingxue and Chen Shuyu had not yet recovered from the "mechanical shock" moments ago when they saw Lu Li smile mysteriously and point towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

"For the test site, we'll choose the place you girls are most familiar with."

After saying this, he turned and waved to Chief Engineer Zhang Jianguo and the other engineers, his tone casual:

"Engineer Zhang, you all have a cup of tea in the living room and wait a moment."

Chief Engineer Zhang Jianguo nodded repeatedly, watching the three people and one Robot go upstairs, his eyes full of the nervousness of an old father sending his child off to the college entrance exam.

This Robot, from its internal structure to its external parts, was something they had built with their own hands, piece by piece.

During the process, they naturally received a lot of guidance from Lu Li.

But they also discovered that this Mr. Lu would truly guide them for over an hour every day and then disappear directly.

If they sent him a message, the reply would be that he was off work, and he even told the old guys to go to sleep early.

This left them unable to laugh or cry.

And if he worked for two hours that day, he wouldn't come to work the next day.

With such a capricious attitude, it was hard to imagine how he could have such a deep understanding of technology.

But since his skills were genuinely top-notch, they had to be convinced.

At this moment, watching the three people and one Blue Fatty go up, they all hoped to receive a few words of praise from Mr. Lu.

If they could get praise from Mr. Lu, Chief Engineer Zhang Jianguo felt it would be even happier than winning a Nobel Prize.

This was not bragging at all; it was heartfelt reverence for Mr. Lu.

The more they understood, the more they revered him.

In his mind, his insights and knowledge about Robots were simply as vast as the sea.

Su Qingxue and Chen Shuyu looked at each other, seeing intense curiosity in each other's eyes.

They followed Lu Li into the master bedroom.

The room was spacious and bright, and a faint, pleasant fragrance drifted into their nostrils—it was the same elegant scent that Su Qingxue wore.

However, Lu Li's next actions left both of them stunned.

Instead of operating the Robot, he acted like an energetic husky, taking two strides to the sofa.

He grabbed a silk cushion from the sofa and threw it into the center of the carpet with a "whoosh."

Next was the walk-in closet.

Lu Li walked into the walk-in closet, where there were wardrobes on both the left and right sides; he opened the left cabinet door with rough and casual movements.

His shirts, T-shirts, and even a newly bought pair of casual pants fell all over the room, instantly turning the originally tidy and elegant bedroom into a crime scene.

Su Qingxue's eyebrows arched in anger.

What is this bastard doing?

Turning the couple's private space into a pigsty in front of her best friend?

"Lu Li, are you itching for a beating..."

Before the words fell, Lu Li's hand had already reached toward the rows of wardrobes on the right.

That was her territory.

Usually, when she woke up in the morning, she would choose what to wear for the day there, and then apply light makeup to highlight her cold and aloof temperament.

At this moment, a meticulously tailored high-end professional suit was ruthlessly thrown in an arc and hung on the foot of the bed.

Immediately after.

The light purple silk nightgown that Su Qingxue had just taken off last night fell lightly onto the carpet.

Su Qingxue's cheeks instantly turned burning hot.

That nightgown... probably still had her body scent on it.

The key was that last night, Lu Li had also gotten that nightgown dirty.

Chen Shuyu leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, waiting leisurely to watch the show.

She knew Qingxue too well, so she wasn't embarrassed to see those nightgowns.

Instead, she was curious about what on earth Lu Li and Chief Engineer Zhang Jianguo had been messing around with these past few days.

They wouldn't even let her, the CEO of the Robot Company, go in to see it, claiming they were saving a surprise for her.

Bah! It was clearly just treating me like someone working for you.

Chen Shuyu thought indignantly.

At this moment.

Lu Li's "evil deeds" had not stopped.

His slender fingers reached into the deep drawer of the wardrobe, his fingertips giving a light flick.

A piece of black fabric with intricate lace embroidered on the edges was hooked out.

Extremely small.

Extremely thin.

It exuded a sense of intimacy that made one's heart race.

Lu Li was too familiar with this piece of clothing; it was clearly something he had picked out online for Su Qingxue.

He even mischievously spun the clothing around his fingertip before flicking it away.

The black lace drew an extremely ambiguous arc in the air and landed squarely in the center of the snow-white bedsheets.

Black and white.

The strong visual impact was dazzling.

Su Qingxue's mind went blank; a sense of shame shot through her spine like an electric current, and she felt like she was going to explode.

This guy!

She subconsciously looked at Chen Shuyu, only to find her best friend holding back laughter, her eyes filled with schadenfreude that read "Lu Li is dead meat."

Su Qingxue bit her lip, and a crimson flush rose on her cheeks.

Although she was best friends with Shuyu and they talked about everything, doing this in front of Lu Li... was just too embarrassing.

Lu Li, however, acted like nothing had happened, brushed the dust off his hands, and stepped aside.

He casually turned on the 4K high-definition recorder on top of Doraemon's head.

"Test begins."

"Doraemon, clean up the mess."

Hum—

A faint motor sound rang out.

In Doraemon's round electronic eyes, a soft blue light flickered, as if he were performing a data scan.

He conducted a complete scan and modeling of the entire messy room.

Subsequently, he began to work, walking with footsteps that were almost inaudible.

He first walked to Lu Li's pile of clothes, and his round mechanical hands picked up the T-shirt and coat with extreme dexterity.

With an almost perfectly standardized movement, he quickly folded them one by one and arranged them neatly at the foot of the bed.

The whole process was smooth, efficient, and full of an aesthetic that was pleasing to the eye.

Su Qingxue and Chen Shuyu held their breath involuntarily, staring fixedly at every movement of Doraemon.

They watched as Doraemon finished handling Lu Li's clothes and then he turned to the light purple silk nightgown of Su Qingxue's scattered on the carpet.

This time, his movements changed significantly.

The force of his fingertips lightened; it was no longer grabbing, but gently pinching, as if he knew that silk was delicate and could not withstand rough treatment.

This subtle difference in force made Su Qingxue's eyes narrow.

Interesting.

But the real test was on the bed.

After Doraemon finished dealing with the nightgown, he slid toward the black lace in the center of the bedsheet.

His round body paused.

One second.

Two seconds.

Su Qingxue subconsciously held her breath, her fingers gripping tightly.

How would he handle it?

Would he grab it like ordinary clothes, or would it trigger some kind of logic error?

Just then, Doraemon moved.

He did not touch the lace.

Instead, he slowly straightened his round body, and those blue-glowing electronic eyes actually flipped upward precisely.

He was looking at the camera on his own head that was flashing red light.

The next second.

In the astonished gazes of Su Qingxue and Chen Shuyu, Doraemon raised his left hand.

That round palm covered the lens completely.

That wasn't all.

His palm vibrated slightly, and the soft, delicate white cotton glove on the outer layer actually detached, blocking the lens right there, completely shielding the view at a physical level.

The field of view went pitch black.

He had actually blocked the recording device's view in this way.

The room fell into an eerie, dead silence.

Chen Shuyu grabbed Su Qingxue's arm tightly, with surprising strength, and her voice became sharp due to extreme horror:

"It... was he looking at the camera just now?"