Raising children to prevent aging [Future Interstellar ABO]

The kiss didn't last long, and Mu Ze didn't go deep, just touched and let go.

Cyril still couldn't speak, and looked at Muze stupidly, without turning his mind.

Mu Ze raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said a little helplessly: "Daddy is hiding it from you because it's not time to tell you about it. Cyril, you should trust me."

"But what do I want to know?" Cyril muttered in a low voice, and then, as if he had finally come to his senses, he opened his eyes wide, covered his mouth suddenly, and stepped back a few steps, "Dad, Daddy...you You, you..." You didn't complete the sentence for a long time, and your delicate and handsome face also burst into red.

"Cyril, you understand." Muze raised the corners of his mouth and said with great joy, "So, my answer is, you are not allowed to participate in the Mech Contest with Angus."

"Jjj! Foul!" Cyril said angrily, and then found that he really understood what Mu Ze meant.

It should be said that this feeling appeared very early, but Cyril was not sure whether Muze was seducing consciously or unconsciously, but today, he finally understood that the old goblin did it on purpose!

The amber eyes turned slightly, and a sly light flashed, Cyril turned around with a smile, and said as he walked: "I have already promised others, it is not good if I can't do it, and Daddy shouldn't delay me and Normal interaction with classmates, isn't it?"

What Mu Ze couldn't resist the most was that when Cyril played tricks, he made people's hearts itch, but he had already reached this point, and Mu Ze didn't mind telling him about his patience.

He easily hugged him in his arms, breathed on Cyril's small earlobes, and pointed out: "When will Cyril really grow up, Daddy can't wait."

Fuck!Cyril's whole body was numb, and he reflexively tightened his back, roaring wildly in his heart, where is my ice-clean, jade-clean, icy, icy... daddy? !

Cyril touched his face, wanting to say something to break the ambiguous atmosphere, opened his mouth, and could only say for a long time: "Hehe, hehe..."

After teasing Cyril, Mu Ze was obviously in a good mood, and his already handsome face looked even more charming because of the extra pampering and affection.Since his body has gradually recovered, his emotions have changed more and more, but he is used to having a slumped face, so others don't notice it, but facing Cyril, Muze always wants to tease him for some reason.

Cyril nestled on the sofa like a mushroom, slowly adapting to this emotional change.Mu Ze was very considerate, touched Cyril's head, and said: "You know, Daddy will never force you, so no matter what Cyril chooses, Daddy will always be by your side."

"..." Daddy, if your tone is more sincere, maybe I will believe it.

Because there were no ingredients prepared here, Mu Ze took Cyril out to eat. The hotel in the future world is not much different from before, but there are very few people coming to eat, and the decoration is more diverse.

As soon as Mu Ze stepped into the hotel, the lobby manager greeted him with a flattering smile, "It's an honor to be here, Your Excellency the General."

"En." Mu Ze responded coldly.

The lobby manager didn't think it was disobedient, and saw Cyril with a glance, and smiled again: "This is the young master, he is really beautiful, if someone's alpha can marry a noble son, he is really lucky."

Mu Ze's face fell down with a swipe.

Cyril smiled internally, but his face was very cute: "Is there still a private room now, Daddy and I don't want to be disturbed."

The lobby manager, who was very good at observing words and expressions, smiled gratefully at Cyril after he was rescued, and quickly pressed the miniature optical computer on his wrist, showing the three-dimensional pictures of each private room to the two of them.

Cyril took a look and chose a room decorated with red as the main color: "This is the one."

Mu Ze didn't even look at it, and said directly: "Lead the way."

After speaking, he pulled Cyril forward.

The poor lobby manager swallowed back the words "that's a couple's room".

After pushing open the door, Cyril finally knew why the lobby manager's expression was so weird.

The rectangular table is covered with a red cloth, which hangs down just to the ground, and above the head is a crystal chandelier, which emits a dim yellow light. The curtains on the windows are also red, with heart-shaped patterns printed on them, covered by warm yellow When the light shines, it is very ambiguous.

Mu Ze obviously realized it too, but he still had a cold expression on his face, and looked at the lobby manager impatiently: "What are you still standing here for?"

"Ah, oh well, then I wish the general and the young master a happy meal." The lobby manager saluted, wiped his sweat quietly, and then retreated.

Cyril closed the door, and then started laughing wildly. Mu Ze looked at him dotingly, and when he was almost laughing, he said, "Is it that funny?"

"Yeah." Cyril nodded, remembering the expression of the lobby manager, and laughed again.

The soft light hit Cyril's face, and his fair skin was also dyed an ambiguous color. The beautiful eyebrows and eyes were covered with physiological tears because of too much laughter, and they were extra alluring under the light.

Mu Ze looked at him, his eyes gradually dimming... The treatment of the previous few days made Mu Ze's control ability plummet. Seeing Cyril like this, he recalled the feeling when he kissed his collarbone before .

Cyril laughed halfway, and found that his father's eyes were wrong, so he quickly covered his chest. After thinking about it, he felt wrong, and covered his face again. When [-] was put down, he had a crooked nose and slanted eyes, which made people unbearable to look at. .

"You." Reluctantly, Mu Ze walked to the dining table and pulled out the chair for Cyril, and then made it to the opposite side.

There are miniature optical computers in the private rooms, which are connected to the kitchen. You only need to turn on the light curtain, and the plates of exquisite dishes appear in front of you as if they were real. Cyril ordered a lot of dishes in a wasteful manner, and then realized that It turned out that most of them were his father's favorite food.

Fuck, I'm so virtuous, Cyril thought unreservedly.

While waiting for the food to be served, Cyril couldn't bear his father's gaze, and was a little flustered and short of breath, and then he had nothing to say: "Daddy, today, is this a confession?"

"Well, isn't it?" Muze got up and took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, and poured some for Cyril.

Cyril recalled what his father had said, and was quite sure that his father had never said anything similar to a confession. "No." Cyril raised his index finger and shook, "I won't consider such insincere words."

Mu Ze ignored him.

Cyril rolled his eyes: "Well, I can forgive you for not saying decent love words, but you have to tell me, what did you hide from me before?"

"Nothing." Mu Ze didn't want to say.

The more he tantalized his appetite, the more Cyril wanted to know, just like Mu Ze kept silent when he asked about his biological parents before, although he believed that Mu Ze would not do anything to hurt him, but this time, somehow Yes, Cyril is very concerned.

Mu Ze didn't say what it was, so Cyril had no choice but to give up, but he was not very emotional, he was picky about the food made by the hotel, and he ate dishonestly.

"Cyril, eat well." Mu Ze spoke in a way like an elder.

"Daddy...don't you feel embarrassed? What about your son becoming a lover?" Cyril wanted to poke Muze's sore spot.

"I don't think you feel embarrassed." Mu Ze replied indifferently, "So, I don't think this is something worth embarrassing."

Muze originally didn't want to say it so early, lest Cyril would not accept it and alienate him from now on, but he was really fed up with the feeling of jealousy these days, so when Cyril deliberately spoke out to provoke him, he took advantage of the opportunity to say it.I didn't expect him to accept it so easily.

Yin's understanding of Cyril is still not deep enough, because he can't guess that Cyril is not an aborigine at all. Although his feelings for Mu Ze are partly father-son, it is more of a kind of appreciation and admiration.When the estrous period is about to come, this kind of appreciation and worship will naturally transform into the attraction of love.

Cyril finally found out that his father's face was too thick. In front of his father, no matter what tricks he played, he would be defeated. In desperation, he had no choice but to give up.

Or maybe it was the decoration of the room, the already ambiguous relationship between the two of them was further catalyzed, when Cyril accidentally looked up at Muze, he was always stunned unconsciously.

He has always been stunned before, so now, he feels a faint sense of pride that such an excellent and perfect general of the empire actually likes him. Thinking about it, he is very satisfied!

So, there really is nothing wrong with being beautiful.A large part of the reason why Cyril was able to accept Muze so quickly was that Muze was so perfect.Cyril thought about it for a while, and felt that although Mu Ze was not very filial, if Mu Ze grew up like his father in his previous life, then no matter how much he pursued, he would never agree!

Mu Ze had also discovered this a long time ago. He pursed his lips and smiled, raised his glass and said, "Cheers, Cyril."

Cyril's heart skipped a beat, dazzled by his father's smile, he raised his goblet to touch his father in a daze, and then took a long gulp in a daze.

The ancients said that beautiful food is delicious.Cyril looked at Muze's face and started to eat. When Muze forbade him to stretch out the spoon again, Cyril realized that he was a bit full.

Although it was a little awkward before, this meal is still very satisfying.When Muze paid the bill and led Cyril out, Cyril also teased the poor lobby manager with great interest: "Your room is well decorated and it can stimulate your appetite. Next time, I will talk to Daddy When you come to eat, be sure to reserve this room."

"........."

After the two got into the car, they went home directly. Mu Ze stayed in the military all year round and didn't have much romantic feelings. Cyril is also an otaku. As long as he is given an optical brain, he will own the whole world.

Back at the villa, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Yin in a state of madness: "Yo, you guys still know how to come back, why don't you just spend the night outside?"

Cyril felt a little embarrassed: "Sorry, I have some things to deal with with Daddy, so I accidentally forgot about you, what do you want to eat, I remember there are some leftovers in the refrigerator, if you don't mind, I will give it to you." Are you hot?"

Then Yin really went berserk: "Cyril! You are so over the top, thankfully I have been helping you for your sexual happiness! Do you know, your father..."

"Silver." Mu Ze interrupted suddenly, and then said to Owen, "Order him a takeaway."

Yin was out of breath just now, and only after he was interrupted did he realize that it was not kind to say it like that, but sooner or later he will find a chance to say it!

Cyrilt looked at his father sadly, Yin was about to say it just now.

After Cyril went upstairs, he naturally went to his room, but Muze dragged him away and dragged him to his room.

"Sleep here tonight." Mu Ze didn't seem to realize what a great thing he said, and pushed Cyril to let him take a bath.

Cyril swallowed: "Daddy, can we stop going so fast?"

"What are you thinking?" Muze gave Cyril a funny look, "Don't worry, I will wait until you come of age."

Cyril tugged at the front of his shirt unconsciously, he wasn't ready to devote himself yet!

When Cyril was lying on the bed after washing, he was still thinking that he had slept with Muze before. At that time, his daddy was to temporarily mark him...Temporary mark, Cyril suddenly opened his eyes wide, if he was here If you sleep, what will you do when you go to school?

But before Cyril ran away, Muze came out, looking at Cyril's movements, he was a little strange: "What's wrong?"

"I, I... I'm fine, I just want to go to the bathroom." Cyril didn't say "I" for a long time, how should I tell Muze that I don't want to be temporarily marked?He could already predict how he would answer. Didn't his father point it out because he deliberately stimulated him?

He went into the bathroom dejectedly, stayed for a while and then came out, silently climbed onto the bed, then was stripped off by his father silently, and was able to keep his panties in his resistance to the death.

Pulling the quilt to cover his face, Cyril was still dug out by Muze, and then... kissed.

"Well... Dad, don't be like this... um!"