All the stars thought I was ALPHA

Asa frowned, but thinking that the person in front of him was the person in charge of Wright's first planet, he had no choice but to bring out his gentlemanly character in his previous life, smiling, and politely extended a hand: "Nice meeting, Marshal Carlisle, I It's Asa Greer."

Carlisle's favor for him rose a lot in an instant. Seeing that the two of them were about to hold hands together, a big hand that had already taken off the glove suddenly appeared beside Carlisle, and grabbed Asa's small hand before Carlisle.

Asa froze for a moment, this hand was broad, dry and warm, with some calluses on the fingertips, giving people a very reassuring feeling.

At the same time, the tip of his nose seemed to smell a cold smell.

It's like the morning in the snow-capped mountains, the first breath of air in the lungs after waking up, with the bitter cold, and the lingering chill.

The taste of ALPHA pheromone, domineering and gentle.

"It's our first meeting, Edmond Rodriguel." Edmund finished introducing himself without changing his face and heartbeat, and squeezed the soft and sticky little hand in the palm of his hand without any trace.

It's really soft.

Asa, who had no idea that he had been eaten tofu, smiled politely, and expressed his affection for the tall, blue-eyed, blond man who had just met before him.

After all, it is rare to see such a handsome and polite person. In the era of wandering everywhere in the previous life, this kind of man is simply a treasure.

How do you say Hua Guo has a saying?

Oh.

Since you can't resist, learn to enjoy it.

"I'm old friends with your father, Lu Chuanfeng," Carlisle ignored Larus, who had turned from a mosaic into a background board, and wanted to find a stool to sit down on, but found that only one in the room was interrupted After removing the stool with one leg, he resolutely gave up the idea, "It's not just for this reason that I'm here today."

A look of confusion flashed across Asa's eyes.

Carlisle continued: "Do you know the gossip about Huaguo?"

Asa didn't know why he asked this. He had lived in Huaguo for a long time, so he had heard about this, so he nodded.

Carlisle was very satisfied with his answer: "Your horoscope matches Edmund's very well. The fortune teller said that you are my daughter-in-law."

Asa ran through a large group of grass and mud horses in his heart, and wanted to tell him something, this is superstition and cannot be believed, but he is new here, and the other party is a powerful imperial marshal. He does not want to make trouble for Ryan, let alone himself. Looking for trouble, in the end I chose to continue listening.

Carlisle's impression of this future daughter-in-law improved a lot: "You don't have to answer me in a hurry, I just came to see you today, and I will send someone to pick you up in two days."

Asa finally couldn't help asking: "Why didn't my father come to pick me up?"

Carlisle was silent for a moment, and said, "Your father died in the interstellar war not long after you were born."

"I will take care of you." Before Asa could say anything, a deep and pleasant voice said, "Asa."

After listening to this sentence, Asa suddenly remembered what Ryan said before about the death of three fiancees by the major general in front of him, and felt a little uncomfortable.

To be honest, he is an absolute appearance association. If there is a choice, Edmund is definitely the best choice, but...

Before he could finish thinking, he felt a cold and hard touch in his palm.

He looked down and saw that there was a gun in his hand that was somewhat similar to the Sand//Desert////Eagle, but the gun was silver in color, with patterns on it that Asa didn't recognize, and it was somewhat similar to Rose Flowers, without too many decorations, are heavy, but appear cold.

But there is also the warmth of Edmund's palm on it. This clear distinction has no sense of gap, but it makes people feel inexplicably ironed.

Asa inadvertently raised his eyes to look at Edmund, only to find that Edmund was also looking at him, his eyes were sharp, but there was an imperceptible gentle smile hidden in his eyes, this gun looked like his owner.

It was only then that Carlisle remembered that the first time he came to the door was to give a gift, probably because he was busy with his affairs recently, but he forgot about it. Fortunately, Edmund sent a gun: "This is an engagement gift."

Sure, an engagement ceremony?

Asa didn't know what to say anymore.

Edmund glanced at the room, the overly mechanized decoration made him frown, and Carlisle obviously noticed this too, but what made him even more obtrusive was the unidentified object at his feet, which he hated very much Kicked the unconscious Larus away with his toes, and then put on a standard smile: "Let's go back first, and I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow."

Asa nodded, bent half obediently, and bowed slightly to Carlisle: "Then see you tomorrow, Marshal Carlisle." Ryan standing beside him

Carlyle applauded his move.

A sight that couldn't be ignored fell on the side of his face, Asa stood up straight, and showed a decent and distanced smile to Edmund, who was staring at him upright and upright: " Excuse me, I still have some things to deal with here."

Edmund followed his line of sight and seemed to have just realized that some unknown object was still lying there. He frowned like a sword and nodded.

"Then you too, Mr. Edmund." Asa waited for the father and son to turn around and leave the door before holding the doorknob and saying, "See you tomorrow."

Edmund seemed to have remembered something, put down the foot he had just raised, turned around and looked into Asa's puzzled eyes, stretched out his hand to him, and said in a low voice, "Shake hands."

Asa didn't think much about it, thinking it was the etiquette of Wright's first planet, and reached out to shake Edmund's big hand: "See you tomorrow, Mr. Edmund."

"See you tomorrow, Asa." Edmund nodded slightly, watched Asa close the door, and then looked down at his hand.

The taste of Asa still remained in the palm of his hand, like fine red wine, deeply intoxicating.

Carlisle glared at him resentfully, and walked towards the direction he came from one after the other, pretending to be careless: "Why, did you fall in love?"

Edmund put the gloves back on his hands, turned and walked in another direction: "Yes."

When Carlisle was stunned, Edmund turned the corner and was already invisible. The smart brain on his wrist ding-dong, and the floating screen jumped out.

In order to grasp all kinds of information at any time, his intelligence brain is bound to the intelligence brain of most important people in the army, including Edmund's intelligence brain, and the intelligence brain shows that the linked account Edmund is using the intelligence brain to search... " Ten Things to Do on a Date".

Carlisle's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

……

Originally Asa was still worrying about how to get Larus away from home, Ryan directly called Larouse's little guy, and not long after a few BETAs came and carried Larus away, watching Asa's eyes were full of defense and vigilance, which puzzled Asa.

"Your reputation in the slums... is not very good." Ryan heard his question, and his expression was a little strange. Seeing Asa and the driver who wanted to break the casserole, he quickly changed the subject, "Tomorrow you are going to the Marshal It's time to go to the house, so you should pack up your things."

In fact, there is no need for Ryan to explain. Judging from what Larousse called him, he can probably guess the reason. situation.

"What about you?" With the help of Ryan, Asa learned how to open the smart wardrobe on the wall. Looking at the few clothes in the closet that were no different from the material of the towel, he finally decided not to bring anything, and asked Ryan , "I'm leaving, how about you?"

Ryan shook his head and sat by his bed: "I was born in a slum and grew up here, where else could I go?" He looked up at Asa who had stopped moving, and evoked At the corners of his lips, he was naturally delicate, but he smiled with an inexplicable timidity, perhaps because of the timidity and humbleness in his bones, "You are different from me, you are here, but not here." Your home, I was fired by the bar, I want to go out tomorrow to see if there is anything else I can do, and then I won't send you off."

He stood up while speaking, but before he could open the door, Asa stopped him.

"You haven't wished me luck yet, Ryan." Asa sat where he had been sitting just now, raised his head slightly back, and looked at him with a smile on his lips.

His thick black hair seemed to be a little long, and it passed over his small and white earlobes and fell to the side of his face. A pair of eyes of the same color seemed to flow like a river of stars.

All tenderness.

For a moment, Ryan was a little stunned. This Asa was not at all the same as the former Asa who had dark eyes and was called the God of Plague. He even felt that Asa was not amnesia, but a completely different person.

He bowed his head and smiled: "You always adapt to everything quickly, Asa." He pushed the door open without looking back, his red hair slipped from his neck, "Good luck."

……

"The doorbell is ringing." Asa helped Ryan bring out a plate of light blue dishes from the kitchen. Although he still couldn't accept this kind of strange and strangely colored meals, it's just that the nutritional supplements are here for the nobles. People like them can only eat high-end things that they can only enjoy with food——Asa said noncommittally, "I'll go and open the door."

"Could it be that Larousse came back?" Ryan wiped his hands on the apron, and then walked out, "Could it be that he came back to seek revenge on you?"

Asa stopped him behind, turned to him and said, "If he really came, it means that I haven't hit hard enough, and I haven't hit him hard enough to make him realize that he has offended someone he shouldn't have offended."

Ryan has been very obedient to Asa, and he just nodded when he heard the words, and hid obediently behind him-if it was really Larousse, it would be useless for him to rush up, and maybe he would cause trouble for Asa, isn't he A person who can't distinguish between right and wrong, treats whoever treats him well. He has always been like this, but this kind of disposition is really not suitable for a place like a slum.

People die here every day, and the cause of death is mostly unclear. He thinks he hasn't lived enough, and he doesn't want to die yet. Now, Asa can protect him, even if it's only for a while, even if he knows that this kind of behavior is not very good. Okay, but he has no choice. If he had a choice that day, maybe he wouldn't be used as a bargaining chip for someone like Larousse.

Asa put his hand on the doorknob, Ryan was a little nervous, his red hair was clinging to his temples, he looked a bit pitiful, Asa looked at him a little dazed, Ryan's exquisite appearance was similar to that of a slum area Somewhat out of place.

He opened the door, and the most straightforward way to deal with this kind of bastard who insisted on coming to the door to find trouble after being beaten, was to beat him again, just as Asa was about to punch the person outside the door directly, When he knew how powerful he was, he could see clearly the face of the person outside the door. The fist with the strong wind accompanied by his vaguely red wine-flavored pheromone scent stopped at the tip of the person's nose. forward.

"Mr. Edmund?"