After being with the villain, I am pampered and spoiled

This robot is so shameless, he even has to watch him take a shower, isn't it all the same.Garson looked down, and really couldn't figure out what was so good about it. His whole body was covered with large and small scars, and the most serious scar was on his legs.

This was also the reason why he could no longer stand up, a horrible scar lay across his leg, which abruptly broke his hamstring.

After finally finishing washing and getting dressed, Cen Chu opened the door and said very sweetly: "Master, do you need me to help you get dressed?"

Garson: "?"

"No need!" Garson roared angrily, wanting to tear Cen Chu down.

As soon as the bathroom door was opened, Cen Chu saw the flushed Garson. He didn't know whether it was steam fumigation or the shameless Cen Chu did it.

Jia Sen gave Cen Chu a hard look, "Normally, you are not allowed to appear in my room."

"But, master, I want to charge the battery." Cen Chu checked his fingers and raised his head timidly.

The two faces are exactly the same, on Cen Chu's face, it is the poor little white flower, and on Garsen's face, it is the irritable Bawanghua.

If Dwight saw his good comrade make such an expression, he would probably be so shocked that he would not be able to eat for three months.

Garson was furious: "If you don't charge it for a day, you will die."

Cen Chu was disappointed: "It will shut down."

Garson: "..."

He was really confused, and he was really angry with a robot.

Garson squeezed the space between his brows, he is obviously an S-level Alpha, one of the most handsome men in the empire, at this moment this damn robot actually uses his expression to do something that goes against his image, absolutely not allowed!

"Can you stop looking at me with my face, it's weird, and you are not allowed to look at me with such an expression, I will suspect that I am a pervert." Garson persuaded me with kind words.

But Cen Chu only heard the key point, "Is the master saying that I am a pervert?"

Garson went crazy: "Ahhh! Kill me!"

Cen Chu did something wrong, so he shrank in a corner with self-knowledge, lowering his sense of existence.

At this moment the butler knocked on the door, Garson glanced at him, waved his hand, "Go and open the door."

Cen Chu went over as he said, the butler nodded to him first, and then said to Garson: "Your Highness, the robot needs daily maintenance and oiling, should you apply it for him, or I will apply it for him."

Without even thinking about it, Garson said, "You go, you're in trouble, and you need to take care of it."

Butler: "Alright Your Highness, then come with me, and I'll help you apply engine oil."

Cen Chu nodded and followed behind the housekeeper.

"Wait a minute," Garson realized something was wrong, "What are you talking about?"

"Oil." The butler repeated.

Garson asked, "Do you want the whole body?"

The housekeeper was even more puzzled than him, "He is a machine all over, not where his whole body is."

No washing, absolutely no washing!

"Bring it here, I'll paint it."

Jia Sen thought, God damn it, did he owe Cen Chu in his last life?

The housekeeper was overjoyed when he heard the words, and stuffed all the things in his hands into Cen Chu's hands, "Your Highness, this needs to be painted every day, and after three months, it will be painted every six months. These three months must be painted every day." Not less, otherwise it will damage the function of the machine."

Garsen, who was full of thoughts about why he didn't die in battle: "..."

"Take off, lie on the bed." Garson said expressionlessly.

Now Cen Chu is a robot, not shy at all, stripped naked and lay flat on the bed.

Garson was brushing his hair and didn't have time to spare, "You paint the one in front yourself."

"Good host."

Just as Cen Chu unscrewed the bottle of the oil tank, Garson stopped him again.

Garson frowned, looked Cen Chu up and down, finally set his eyes on his face, and said irritably, "Can you cover your face?"

I know, Cen Chu is applying essential oils, but I don't know, I thought he was frustrated and psychotic.

Cen Chu touched his face, "Master who can pinch his face."

Jia Sen casually covered Cen Chu with a towel, and stretched out his hand, "Then let me pinch one, just pinch the one I like."

Cen Chu didn't move and let him fix it.

Garson fiddled with it for a long time, finally came up with a face he liked, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, it's ok, it's perfect, it's much more pleasing to the eye this way."

"Master, can I take a look." Cen Chu really wanted to know what kind of face Garson liked, after all, he would hang around in front of Garson with this face in the future.

There is no mirror in the room, and it is inconvenient to call the housekeeper. The most important thing is to avoid being misunderstood by the housekeeper.

Garson thought about it, but he took out the optical brain that he hadn't used for several months, and took a picture of Cen Chu, "Hey, let's see, if you are satisfied, do you want to pinch your nose higher."

When Cen Chu saw it, he was also stunned for a while. Although Garson made it casually, it was clearly his face.Sure enough, subconsciously, she still likes him, or else it would be his at once.

Gassen inexplicably felt that Cen Chu was in a bad mood, so he couldn't help but mutter a few times, do robots also have mood changes? Isn't it all programmed, no sadness, no joy, no love, just a dead thing.

Cen Chu carefully painted all the places he could reach with motor oil, leaving only the unreachable parts on the back for Garson to help him.He lay flat on the bed with his whole face buried in the pillow, only his ears were exposed.

Garson picked up the oil tank suspiciously, Cen Chu, a little rogue robot, why didn't he make it difficult for him to help paint other places, and he was self-reliant.

Engine oil was poured on Cen Chu's back, and Garson spread it out with his hands, and touched the mechanical shoulder blades on his back, which were obviously different from human beings. They were too hard and had no temperature, "If I poked you here, would you feel it?"

"No." What Cen Chu said was true. This body is a complete machine, made of various materials, but his research and development does not seem to have installed a sensory system for him, except that the brain is his, which can think. Can think, nothing else.

Jia Sen fumbled distractedly, regardless of whether the engine oil was properly wiped, and threw a piece of his own clothes on Cen Chu's body, "Put it on quickly."

Cen Chu got up, put on his clothes, got up and got out of bed, ready to go back to the next room to recharge. The whole day of pheromone absorption filled him with the smell of Garson. More importantly, he had to check it out. After all, it was those keyboard warriors talking behind his back and daring to bully his wife.

He has the most advanced system, and if they don't scold him, he will never stop apologizing.

While tidying up the clothes, a weak wind blew, and some pheromones floated to Garson's side. He sniffed lightly, and unexpectedly smelled the smell of pheromones that did not belong to him, and it smelled surprisingly good.

Could it be the smell of motor oil?Garson raised his hand calmly and smelled the residual motor oil on his hands, but there was no smell, like water.