Accidentally pregnant with a cub [Interstellar]

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Lin Qingzhi put on his hat, lowered his head and hurried down from the suspension car.

The night was getting dark, and Badiman was indeed no better than Helabi. The temperature difference between morning and evening was obvious, and the night wind was biting. With a blue hand, she rang the doorbell outside the manor.

After waiting for a long time, a fat old man appeared far away in the silent manor, holding a portable flashlight in his hand, and the bright and dazzling white light hit his face.

**

"Are you getting warmer?" George turned up the fire in the living room.

"Thank you, I feel much better," Lin Qingzhi smiled gratefully, holding a cup of hot tea that George made for him.

"You young people just don't pay attention to your body," George complained, his lips were purple from the cold when he saw the young man outside the manor just now.

Having heard about this kind-hearted butler from Lin Quan a long time ago, Lin Qingzhi smiled and enjoyed the old man's nagging.

"Your Excellency has already rested. If you have anything to do, you will have to wait until tomorrow," George said, carrying a quilt out and putting it on the sofa.

"When does the city lord get up?" Lin Qingzhi asked curiously.

"Depending on the situation, maybe five or six o'clock, maybe ninety o'clock," George couldn't tell, the key is to see how Leo slept the night before.

After Lin Qingzhi nodded and thanked George again, he lay down under the warm quilt.

And Lin Ying, who was trapped by the dream, undoubtedly got up late again.

Outside the heavy curtains, bright sunlight peeked out from the cracks, and unknown birds were singing in front of his window, but the vibrant scene didn't make him feel any better.

Every time he woke up from the dream, the unforgettable sense of loss would make his mood fall into an uncontrollable low ebb. Lin Ying splashed cold water on his face and let out a long breath.

"My lord, good day," seeing Lin Ying coming out, George brought the hot breakfast to the table.

On the small plate are several delicate and lovely pastries, soft and crispy, and once you eat it, you know that it is definitely not made by George.

Not to mention whether it tastes good or not, but there is a suffocating sense of familiarity in the ordinary ingredients, but he can't remember it after thinking about it carefully, just like he feels when he wakes up from a dream every morning.

Lin Ying threw the pastry in his hand back into the plate, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water, "Where did this come from?"

Seeing that he was angry, George quickly explained, "It was done by the new slave,"

Lin Ying frowned, "Slave? What slave?"

"Arrived last night, said your lordship had appointed me," said George.

It seems that they are sent from the alliance, Lin Ying thought, but he didn't expect them to move so fast.

"George, are we going to pull out the grass in the flower beds?" Lin Qingzhi walked in from the outside with a turban around his head and a rag in his hand, with a thin body and a pretty face.

Just like that, it fell straight into Lin Ying's eyes.

"Clap."

The fork in his hand dropped on the plate, but Lin Ying didn't notice it.

At this moment, the whole world darkened, only the handsome young man in front of him was the only brilliance in his world.

Lin Qingzhi obviously didn't expect that Lin Ying would be in the living room. He tightened his grip on the rag suddenly, and it took a lot of effort to prevent himself from crying on the spot, even though he was wearing a mask, even though the surrounding area The environment is very different, but every strand of his hair, every movement, is the familiarity and nostalgia engraved in the bone marrow.

The person who I thought I would never see in this life, who I thought I would miss for the rest of my life, sat there like that, as if he had never left, just like how he felt when he came back every night many years ago. Hope that at the moment of seeing him, it all turned into a deep feeling that he didn't know how to speak.

"Brother..." His throat was choked, and he walked towards him step by step, every step seemed to be unreal on the clouds.

But at this time, Lin Ying's mood could not be described in terms of shock. The young man whom he was crazily yearning for in his dream yesterday unexpectedly appeared in front of his eyes!

Although he had never seen his face before, but at the moment he saw him, he realized that his eyebrows, his eyes, his smile, and his every move were all existences that he wanted to occupy and deprive!

Like the moment when a ferocious beast bites its prey, like the moment when a gambler gets rich overnight!

An overwhelming possessive desire filled my heart!

He wanted to hold him in his arms, rub him into his bones, want to shackle him to himself, and he couldn't go anywhere!

Lin Qingzhi crashed into a warm and broad embrace, the man's strong and powerful arms tightly encircled him, the violently heaving chests of the two pressed together, and the two hearts seemed to be entwined, beating thumping.

Tears that could no longer be held back gushed out, Lin Qingzhi buried his head tightly in his arms, like a wandering cub finally returning to his hometown, like a wanderer walking on thin ice to death, finally finding his way home. Destination, the superficial calm and ease suddenly collapsed, revealing a heart riddled with fear and despair.

The helpless young man lay in his arms and cried loudly, as if he wanted to pour out all the grievances of the past 30 years. Lin Ying stretched out his hand, and what he touched was a piece of cold tears. He cupped his face and held it with his thumb. Gently wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Don't cry," the voice that came out was extremely hoarse, and only then did I realize that I also burst into tears at some point.

"Brother..." Lin Qingzhi's eyelashes were covered with crystal clear tears, and his delicate nose was flushed from crying, which made Lin Ying's heart full of love and pity.

"I'm here," Lin Ying hugged him tightly, rubbing his chin on the top of his hair, "I'm here."

After the two of them calmed down, half an hour had passed, and they were the only ones left in the living room, and George left at some point.

Lin Qingzhi sat on the sofa, took the tissue and wiped off the tears all over his face, "Thank you."

"You..." Lin Ying opened his mouth, as if suddenly stuck, he hesitated to speak.

Lin Qingzhi understood, and smiled through tears, "My name is Lin Qingzhi."

Lin Ying's eyes were full of apology, and he said guiltily, "Sorry, I forgot a lot of things."

"It's okay." Lin Qingzhi smiled, "If you want to know anything, brother, just ask."

"Can you tell me something about the family?" he said.

Lin Qingzhi nodded and smiled brightly.

From the anecdotes of the two when they were young, to having fun at school, until he later took over the Thorn Army, except for the intimate relationship between the two, Lin Qingzhi told him everything in detail.

The warm morning light slanted in from the window, and the delicate and handsome young man in front of him seemed to be wrapped in a holy light. The wet eyelashes were distinct, and the eyes seemed to be lacquered with brilliance, which was invisible on his fair face. One pore, soft cherry-colored lips opening and closing.

His voice is as gentle as jade, like the best jade hitting each other, cool and pleasant to the ear, and like the ding-dong of spring water flowing through the mountain stream.

Lin Ying lost his mind for a moment, and the joy of reunion seemed to melt into another emotion.

……

"Brother?" Sensing his distraction, the young man tilted his head slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Being stared at by those star-like black eyes, Lin Ying's heart throbbed for a while, he suddenly came back to his senses, put his hand on his mouth and coughed dryly to cover up his discomfort at that moment.

Recalling what the young man said just now, it turned out that the black box he wanted before was an information recorder belonging to his mecha, "Did you find anything on Alice?"

Lin Qingzhi shook his head, "I only know that 10 minutes before the explosion, Alice's mech released a kind of mist, but I haven't found out what it is yet."

According to the black box brought back by Lance's people, Lin Qingzhi immediately decoded and evaluated the information, sifted through tens of millions of command formulas day and night, and finally found an abnormal message.

But he could only know that Alice executed an order that was inserted at an unknown time, but he couldn't know what the specific ingredients of the mist were. He could only speculate and analyze, and roughly guessed that it was a kind of medicine that made people lose their minds for a short time. This will prevent Lin Ying from ordering a retreat immediately when facing a zero attack.

"My lord," George pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows and came in from the outside, holding an invitation card in his hand, "It's the invitation card for the annual meeting in the main city."

Taking it from his hand, Lin Ying flipped through it casually, snorted coldly, and threw the beautifully crafted invitation on the table with a snap.

"After so many years, this is the first time to invite me."

Although the Seventh City is one of the main cities of Badiman Star, one is because it is far away from the political center, and the other is that Lin Ying has only been in power for ten years. Really put this young man who is incompatible with them in terms of taste and conduct into their circle.

Even the first main city, Donald's side, heard that the seventh city had changed hands, and only sent a team of guards over to serve as guardians, and then never asked again.

The annual meeting of the main city is a big gathering of the upper class in the Star Thieves. The most proud thing for all the "empire" nobles who claim to be noble and extraordinary is to be able to participate in such an annual meeting. After all, their supreme rule Or Donald will also be in attendance.

Lin Ying was not surprised when he received an invitation for the first time this year. It wasn't that his status in other people's hearts had improved, but it was Baird or Donald who became suspicious of him and wanted to find out his relationship with Hei Lu.

Unlike him, who has no status as a city lord, Baird, who has a Raton organization in the city, can be regarded as a confidant of Donald's subordinates. However, Lance and Lin Quan had smashed and robbed people in Raton before. It is impossible for the big movement not to alarm Donald.

Fortunately, Lin Qingzhi came over in time, and the same black hair and black eyes as Lin Quan saved him from having to think of an excuse to explain the mystery of the disappearance of the slaves in the manor.

At the same time, after Lance and Lin Quan messed up Raton, Leslie, who was in Raton's interior and was in charge of security work, was also affected.

"Snapped!"

In the richly decorated room, crisp applause resounded, and Leslie's face was slapped to the side.

The one who reached out to hit him was a gorgeously dressed woman. Although she was well maintained, she could still see the weather on her temples.

"Mother," Leslie whispered.

"You still know that I am your mother?" The woman's brows were angry, "You are doing better and better now, and people can make trouble in the organization!"

"How do you know about this?" Leslie frowned. His mother had just returned to Laton, and unless someone specifically said it, she would never know about it. "Samuel said?"

"You have to call him father!"

Leslie snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "He's not my father,"

"Leslie!" the woman raised her voice. "Watch your words!"

"Mother! Do you really think he loves you?" Leslie pointed out, heartbroken, "He's just using us!"

"If he really loved you, he wouldn't let us wander outside for so many years. If he really loved you, he wouldn't let you guard him until now!"

The woman was disheartened by what he said, and said angrily, "Don't forget, without him, do you think you can go to school? Without him, do you think you can grow up safely?"

Hearing this, Leslie seemed to have been poked in the foot, and shouted, "I would rather not have this help!"

The woman fell silent for a moment as if frightened, and his roar seemed to echo in the quiet room.

But only a few seconds later, she also suddenly became emotional, her chest heaving violently.

"When you grow up, you will naturally have ideas. I, a woman, have worked so hard to bring you up. Now my son's wings are stiff and he doesn't listen to me. What do you want me to do? It's better to die."

The woman covered her face and wept, "Anyway, I am filthy from the inside to the outside. Your father despises me, and even you despise me. I am dead."

As if thinking of something, the woman suddenly got up and opened the drawer, and with a bang, swept all the bottles and jars inside to the ground, and the red and green pills fell on the floor.

"You! What are you doing?!" Leslie quickly grabbed her.

"What am I doing? What medicine do I need to take? You don't have to worry about dying cleanly. Anyway, you don't need me now. Am I still here to bother you?"

The woman covered her mouth, her hair was in a disheveled bun, and she sobbed loudly, tears streaming down her face.

Leslie closed his eyes, sighed, squatted down, and gently hugged the crying woman out of breath, "My mother, how could I not want you, don't cry , I was wrong."

Leslie picked up the still intact vial and stuffed it into the woman's hand.

"You said before that the two of us have survived the 20 years when no one wanted us, so what are we afraid of?"

He raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from the woman's face.

"You...do you remember?" the woman sobbed.

Leslie said softly, "Of course I remember, who would forget those hard days."

"You are not in good health, don't think so much, don't forget to take your medicine, go to bed early, okay," he straightened his mother's messy hair, said softly, stood up and wanted to leave.

The woman picked up the handkerchief and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, straightened her waist, and in a second she regained the graceful and elegant lady she was before, as if the mad woman just now was an illusion.

"Only if you don't disobey your father's words, I can rest assured." She said lightly.

"You can rest assured."

After stopping to speak, Leslie opened the door and left without looking back.

Outside the door is the deputy who has been waiting outside.

"Someone go in and clean it up," he ordered.

"Yes," the deputy followed behind him respectfully, "Do you want to eat?"

It was only after he reminded Leslie that he realized that he hadn't even had a drop of water since the afternoon meeting. He rubbed the space between his brows, suppressed the fatigue in his heart, and asked, "Did Larry eat tonight?"

"Yes, that gentleman ate a bowl of thick soup, a portion of fish meat, and half a portion of vegetable salad," the deputy said while watching his expression, and sure enough, he saw that his frowning brows were gradually relaxing.

Almost everyone close to Leslie knew that a young man was locked up in his room, and that person was not allowed to leave, and no one else was allowed to enter. He took care of the daily life of the young man himself on weekdays, but today he missed dinner because of a meeting. time.

The deputy thought of Leslie's attitude of holding the young man in his palm, so he made a good idea and asked someone to make some food and send it in. Now it seems that he did the right thing.

"Are you still going to go back to your room to eat?"

Larry might be resting at this point, Leslie shook his head, "It's fine if someone cooks a bowl of rice."

He has always been not demanding on food, as long as he can fill his stomach.

In the restaurant, the rice on the plate was full of grains and attractive in color and fragrance. It was his favorite seafood fried rice. At this time, Leslie felt that the taste was like chewing wax, and he ate it mechanically, but his full stomach could not relieve his inner troubles. distracted.

"My lord, recently the jar of new wine in the village has been unsealed, do you want to try it?" Seeing that he was bored, the servant who waited beside him asked.

"Bring it."

And when he returned to his room after eating, Larry was already asleep.

The curtains were only half drawn, and the silver-white moonlight shone on his face. His long eyelashes were like two small cattail fans, and under his straight nose were ruddy lips. In the dark room, only a ray of moonlight illuminated it. Around the bed, Larry in the center is like a sleeping night elf.

Leslie paused, walked over step by step lightly, and stopped just at the edge of the moonlight, holding his breath, maybe because he was afraid of disturbing the peaceful moonlight, or maybe he was afraid of polluting the pure Unsullied area.

From head to toe, every hair, every finger, was stained with the dirtiest filth.

But the young man on the bed was an angel who was forcibly imprisoned by him, pure and beautiful.

He used to think that the youth association was the ray of light that saved him from the abyss, but he didn't expect that he would pull him into the abyss by mistake.

His eyes touched the extremely destructive shackles on the young man's wrist, and the cold iron glowed coldly.

Leslie's body trembled and he lost his strength. His tall figure slowly knelt on the ground.

Under the cool breeze and moonlight, the night was flawless, maybe he was drunk, or the night was too quiet, and the tiredness that was suppressed deep in his heart swept away like a collapsed mountain.

"Sorry……"

Whispering.

Eyelashes drooped, tears blinked, he hid in the darkness, weeping silently.

"almost……"

"Soon……"

The young man on the bed took long breaths, folded his hands on his stomach, his face was serene, and he didn't feel anything.