The daily life of a poor husband [Interstellar]

In a relaxed mood, with rich and delicious food, everyone enjoyed this meal very much.

Although there is no wine on board, there are several kinds of soft drinks in the kitchen. In order to celebrate the successful completion of the mission and Simon’s safety, everyone toasted frequently, bringing juice and wine, and the atmosphere was very good.

They were all strong sentinels, and these non-alcoholic fruit juice soft drinks were consumed quickly, and a pile of empty bottles quickly piled up on everyone's hand.

Xie Yang, who didn't like this kind of drink much, just drank the juice in the glass placed in front of him according to the occasion, and didn't add any more.Seeing that everyone was drinking happily, he got up and went to the kitchen to bring out another box. His eyes swept away to see that the liquid in the glass in front of Simon had not been touched, so he took a bottle from the full box and left All the drinks were served to other people, and within a few seconds, those drinks were divided up again.

Xie Yang poured Simon's untouched drink into his own glass, filled the former's empty glass with another flavor of juice just taken out of the box, and pushed it to Simon's hand. "Last time, didn't you say that this taste is not bad, drink a little?"

This time, Simon picked up the cup in a face-saving way, drank it down, and said with a smile, "It's really not bad."

Different from the noise on the other side, the side where the two sat was relatively quiet. Under the cheerful atmosphere of the neighbors, the two who had almost eaten chatted without saying a word.

"In a few days, we will be able to return to the northern border star. Adjutant Jiang and the others must be very happy to see you."

The transparent and cold cup is held by slender fingers. The magnificent crimson liquid reflects different shades of color under the light as the light changes, which is fascinating.

Simon seemed to have sensed it, and patted the empty cup lightly and steadily on the table, humming.

Not only do they want to see themselves, but they also want to see them, and want to return to the northern border star as soon as possible.

"Don't you need to contact Adjutant Jiang and the others first?" Xie Yang propped his elbows on the table, resting his chin with one hand, the focus of his eyes was still on the goblet in his left hand, holding three quarters of the goblet in his left hand , gently shaking, let the red liquid inside rub against the crystal glass wall, and the crimson color spread like this, rendering the entire field of vision.Flickering under the soft light, it is hazy and faint, making those who appreciate it slightly ecstatic.

"You can use my optical brain, do you remember his communication number?"

Simon shook his head, "No need."

Hearing his answer, Xie Yang finally shifted his attention from the goblet to the people around him, looked at those dark purple eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Adjutant Jiang and the others should be very satisfied with a surprise. "

"Until I go back, Jiang Xi will guard the northern border star."

In the tone of course, it is the trust in his adjutant.

The non-stop shaking goblet in the corner of his eye finally caught his attention. He turned his head, and the first thing that caught his eyes was not the goblet that had a lot of presence in his corner of vision, but the glass in his hand. holding his hand.

The five fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints.

The fair complexion and rose-red liquid are interlaced, and the contrasting colors make the visual impact doubled.

Simon's eyes couldn't help moving up that hand, and finally fixed on the face of the owner of the hand.

There is no doubt that this is a very remarkable face.

That kind of excellence is not restricted by gender, no matter how heroic it is, it will be too much, no matter how weak it is, it will be insufficient, and there are some faint smiles in the unique pride and vigor of young people. People can't help but stop breathing.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, he glanced casually, and thousands of stars were restrained in the crow-black eyes.

Even the slightly upturned eyelashes seemed to pass over his heart.

Simon's throat moved slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something.

Suddenly something was in the air.

It was like a bottle of mellow red wine whose cork was opened by someone, and the sweet and intoxicating fragrance burst out from the small sealed space in an instant, with a flamboyant and sharp gesture, waving in the air. It spread arrogantly and recklessly.

Smelling this intoxicating strong breath, Simon felt that the heart in his chest began to become restless.

The sweet aroma of the wine is also mixed with the sweetness of some fruits, the melancholy and the freshness are intertwined, lingering around him, let him be captured by the beauty woven by this fascinating smell, willing to become its captive.

The little bit of reason left told Simon that something was wrong and things were going badly.

He wanted to stand up from the chair, but his feet were as weak as if he was stepping on cotton.

Even the chatter and laughter of the neighbors disappeared from his ears at this time, and a scorching heat from the inside out tormented him, turning him into a fire in an instant with the force of a prairie fire. The person, who is still sitting in the dining room, seems to be deep in the center of the magma pool in the ground, struggling hard, and escaping to no avail.

Red bloodshots began to crawl up Simon's eyes, lingering around the black-purple pupils, looking horrifying.

It's not that Simon has never experienced such an experience. On the contrary, he knows why his body suddenly undergoes such changes.

But it was precisely because he knew exactly what was going on with him that he became more and more confused. He was sure that all the people on this spaceship were sentinels and had no guides.

So where did the pheromone of the guide who hooked him almost lose his composure come from?

Fascinated by the guide's sweet pheromones, Simon's mind began to become chaotic, trying to open his eyes wide, trying to see what was going on.

Where the hell did this wizard come from.

But at the end of the field of vision, there is only a face that seems to be smiling but not smiling.

Even the galaxy in that person's eyes became hot.

Just as he met those eyes, Simon suddenly realized something was wrong.

Everyone is a sentinel, why is it that I am the only one who responds to this pheromone? Obviously, there are so many people present here.

He tried hard to sort out an idea in his chaotic brain, but his body became extremely heavy at this moment.

Like a stranded fish, dejectedly doing the last useless struggle.

Seeing that the person finally calmed down, he sank down on the seat in a daze.

Anig took a step forward at this moment, and couldn't help saying, "Young master..."

Xie Yang waved his hand, turned his face, and glanced behind him. The ten people who had been greeted by Anig had already withdrawn from the restaurant, leaving only the dishes and cups that had been swept away.

In other words, now, there are only three of them left in the restaurant.

Anig walked up to Simon, stared at the other's face carefully for a while, and sighed, "It really does."

In fact, it should not be said to be similar, because it is exactly the same.

Xie Yang said disapprovingly, "No matter how similar it is, it's just a fake."

This is true.

Anig began to examine the man's face with his hands, wondering what method he had used to make himself look like the deity.

I always feel like I'm committing a crime by pulling and flirting with this face that looks exactly like my young master's, but I have to say, it still feels good.

After all, every time he meets Simon, he is always deflated. Finally, he has a chance to take revenge. Although he knows that the one in front of him is not the right one, he can't stand the fact that the two faces look the same, which greatly satisfies Anig's desire. vanity.

Xie Yang's eyes twitched, suspecting that Anig was avenging himself.

However, the counterfeit was still holding Simon's face, and his eyes felt quite hot for a while.

……

When "Simon" woke up, he realized something was different.

For example, my unusually low angle of view; Xie Yang, who looks the same as before, even with the same posture, but with a completely different aura, condescending; and Anig, who stands upright and stands behind Xie Yang .

"Simon": "..."

A bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart, and he tentatively asked unwillingly, "Xie Yang, what are you doing?"

Xie Yang couldn't help but sighed lightly.

Even though he knew that the one in front of him was a fake, he really never expected that in his lifetime, he would still hear someone with this face calling him by his name so seriously.

"Simon", who misunderstood the sigh, thought he had taken the initiative. He had read Xie Yang's information and knew the relationship between Xie Yang and Simon.

In his view, his disguise was flawless.

Just in case, he even purposely drained his physical and mental strength, fearing that people would find that his mental strength was not as powerful as his deity's.

He quickly recalled in his mind, what he said and did after waking up, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he was half relieved again.

Lying on the ground like this, the extremely low angle of view really made him feel awkward - he always felt that Xie Yang, who was sitting on the chair at the moment, looked at him with contempt.

He wanted to get up from the ground.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

1 minute is almost gone.

He was still lying down, his position unchanged.

"Simon": "..."

"Simon": "??!!"

what happened? !

Why does he feel that his body is as soft as cotton, he has no strength, and his brain is still throbbing.

He remembered smelling a guide's pheromone before he lost consciousness. What happened after that?What happened after that, why can't I remember anything?

He looked at Xie Yang and Anige vigilantly, noticing their expressions at this moment, he couldn't help but shudder, realizing something.

As a sentinel, Xie Yang was with Simon. Although he couldn't see it on the surface, he must have a low self-esteem in his heart. He was afraid that Simon would abandon him, so Xie Yang must be very angry when he reacted to the pheromones of other guides just now.

No wonder I fell from the chair to the ground, Xie Yang must have done it.

A gleam of understanding flashed in "Simon"'s eyes.

Having already understood what was going on, he felt that he had won the battle.

Occupying an excellent perspective, Anig, who watched the other party's face-changing performance from beginning to end, sighed sincerely, "It's really different."

Xie Yang silently inserted a piece of diced melon and fruit, chewed it, and swallowed it.

To be honest, he thought he might not be able to look Simon in the face for a while.