This Male Was Forced To Support His Family

Moore was sitting by the window of the office, staring at a piece of white paper on the table in a daze.

"Major Moore." Someone tapped on his desk and handed over the document, "Are you free for a chat?"

Moore suddenly withdrew his thoughts, looked up, and saw another lieutenant, Major Yanmo.He was taken aback for a moment: "Can you talk to me?"

Yan Mo's military uniform was neatly dressed, his cold brows were half hidden under the brim of his military hat, looking unkind.Moore found it strange, because although they were both adjutants, Gu Yu didn't use them often, and Yan Mo couldn't even say hello to him before that.

"Well, are you free?" Yan Mo asked in front of him.

Moore paused, but still smiled: "Of course, what do you want to talk about?"

Yan Mo dragged out a chair in front of him and sat down, and when he sat down, he also had the regularity and rigidity of an army insect, and said quietly: "Talk about Colonel Gu."

Moore's eyes were fixed: "If it's about the Colonel's private matter, then I have nothing to say."

Yan Mo paused for a moment with his attitude as if he was facing an enemy, and said, "It's also about your private affairs, Major Moore."

Moore was a little confused: "What about my personal affairs? What does it have to do with the colonel?"

The pupils under the brim of Yan Mo's hat glanced at him faintly, as if glancing at him, and slowly asked a sentence that shocked Moore: "Don't you like Colonel Gu, Major Moore?"

Moore reacted a bit too conflicted, stood up abruptly, and glared at him angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Colonel Gu already has Lieutenant General Lu!"

Yan Mo didn't panic when he stared at him like this, he still looked up at him with a pair of cold eyes: "So - it's not that I don't like it, but there is already Lieutenant General Lu?"

Moore was a little annoyed by him picking out the gaps in the words: "Is there a difference? So what if you like it? So what if you don't like it? Their relationship has long been impossible to allow any bug to get in!"

Yan Mo's face, which was always frozen, gave a rare chuckle: "How do you know it's impossible, Major Moore? Nothing is impossible. Even if it's impossible now, it's uncertain whether it will be impossible in the future."

Moore was overwhelmed with excitement, took a few breaths, calmed down a little and still glared at him: "Did the Association for the Protection of Males send you over to have a chat with me?"

Yan Mo was noncommittal.

"So forgive me for having nothing to talk to you about." Moore made a gesture of invitation to the door.

Yan Mo got up, but didn't leave, his eyes remained extremely calm: "Major Moore, I believe you will figure it out in the future, because you are the bug who can make the impossible possible—Colonel Gu approached Many of his females are not false, but the only one who can treat you differently, given time, who can guarantee the future?"

Moore felt that his words were ridiculous: "Colonel Gu just regarded me as a colleague, subordinate and partner. If you look at it with prejudice, of course what you see is prejudice."

"And you don't know anything," Moore said with a dark face, "You don't understand at all—what Lieutenant General Lu means to Colonel Gu."

And he saw it and heard it.

When the male insect was dying in a pool of blood, whose name was it calling.

Moore has never seen such a heavy and deep bond between two worms in his life. The scene shocked him for a long time, and he is destined to never forget it even after many years.

Yan Mo took a deep look at him, said no more, moved the chair back to its original place and left.

After walking a long distance in the corridor, Yan Mo stopped in front of the corner window, glanced at the army insect team practicing "one-two-one" on the training ground in the distance, and then turned on his optical brain to send a message To the director of the Male Conservation Society.

[He is unwilling, and the lobbying plan is temporarily suspended. ]

Yan Mo faced the glass, and the corners of his slightly sneering lips were reflected in the window.

The officer next to President Meng immediately responded to the message, telling him not to give up and persevere.

Yan Mo's expression was flat, he stopped replying, and clicked on another chat interface of an unfamiliar contact bug, and sent a line of weird numbers to him.

The number was deciphered by members of the organization outside the distant galaxy, translated into a simple text, and handed to the dark blue-haired female beside her.

Qi Zhe smiled when he saw the news, and forwarded it to the beautiful young man who was bored playing with a pistol on the other side.

"Fu, take a look."

The male worm glanced lightly.

There are only six simple words on the note.

—[The plan is in progress. ]

The suburb of the capital star, the administrative headquarters of the military department.

The black-haired male was led by several captains to the marshal's office.

"Meng Xiongzi." Marshal's adjutant Ewell stood up and respectfully greeted the indifferent and dignified male.

The male was wearing a close-fitting suit with a bow tie, looked at him indifferently, but his tight lips revealed his nervousness: "I... have an appointment."

Ewell relaxed for a moment, lowered his eyes and replied calmly: "You can come here at any time, the general has already told us."

Meng Liu groaned, lowered his eyes and thought quietly, unable to distinguish too many emotions.

The captains stayed behind, and Ewell led him inside, passing through layers of security scans and back to the door of the marshal's office.

Ewell knocked on the door for him, and left without entering.

Meng Liu slowly turned the doorknob and took a deep breath.

Randall was grading official duties behind the desk. He took off his military jacket as usual, and only wore a close-fitting white shirt and black vest. He looked up and smiled at him: "You are here."

There were only the two of them in the room, and the unpleasant memories of the last time they were alone came back to their minds. For a moment, Meng Liu didn't know how to start the conversation. Solve it.

It was Randall who finished approving the official book at hand, got up and went to the coffee machine to pick up a cup of coffee, approached it and put it on the glass coffee table, and asked softly, "How are you doing recently?"

He bent over, and while asking, carefully spread the paper towels under the cup, and took out the snacks that males like to eat under the table, and placed them beautifully on the dinner plate.

Meng Liu suddenly grabbed his wrist, looking at him pitifully with pale gray eyes.

"I miss you very much," said the male, "so I'm having a bad time."

He got Randall's permission, but he couldn't help but worry that if he came too often and too fast, he would cause trouble to the busy female monarch, so he had been entangled in coming until now.

Meng Liu is very aware of his own personality.

A dead duck has a stubborn mouth, and loves to put on an indifferent and reserved look no matter how much he cares, and it is easy to get entangled in the face of problems.Obviously I have the answer in my heart, but I still have to think twice before writing, whether the answer is really perfect and correct.

This is a habit he has developed under the education of a female father since he was a child.

He was never confident whether his answer was correct, even if it was correct and perfect, whether it would cause new problems that he ignored, and cause new troubles for the bugs around him.

But the more worried and entangled he is, the more he will accomplish nothing.This is the first half of Meng Liu's life.

What he admired since he was a child was Randall, who was seven years older than him.Because he can always make quick decisions, never drag his feet, never question his own choice, and never allow others to question, and help Mengliu give the correct answer.

Meng Liu has always relied on him like this.

It's just that since a long time ago, Randall began to refuse to help him give him answers, and his attitude began to be ambiguous, which made their relationship even more confusing, making Mengliu unable to tell which direction Randall was hiding the answer.

He looked at Randall longingly, hoping that he would give him an answer that would allow him to find a way out of this fog.

Randall gently pulled out his wrist, rubbed his hair, and said gently: "I miss you too."

Think why don't you come and see me?

Meng Liu felt that this was Randall's lie. His mistress always knew how to lie perfectly, without letting him see any clues, and kept him in the dark from beginning to end.But Randall looked at him so affectionately and sadly, which made Mengliu fall into the mystery again.

Meng Liu was forced to think about the answer a long time ago, but many of the answers he gave before were rejected by Randall gently and secretly.

The least gentle of them was the last quarrel.

Mengliu didn't know how many opportunities Randall had left for him, and he didn't dare to try and make mistakes, the more he dared not, the more he fell into the vicious circle of entanglement before.

He could only sit on the sofa, hugged Randall's waist tightly, hid his head in his arms, and repeatedly admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

"It's me who didn't fulfill my promise, and tried to get rid of my responsibilities in an attempt to find fault with you...I'm sorry, it was I who promised to stay with you until you grow old, never to be separated, but let other bugs insert themselves into us..."

"I'm sorry, I'm too weak and incompetent. I can't stick to the end, I can't hold on to the last line..."

"It's always been me who hurt you over and over again, I'm sorry..."

Randall hugged him tightly in his arms, lowered his eyes, and his long pale golden hair hung behind him with the breeze blowing outside the window.The scene of him hugging the black-haired male is like a beautiful and sad oil painting.

Randall said quietly: "But should everything be blamed on instinct, my lord?"

"It's your instinct to be in heat, it's also your instinct not to be controlled by reason, it's also your instinct to be completely dominated by the instinct of the body... Lord, do you want to blame yourself for being a male?"

Meng Liu looked up from his arms and looked at him sadly.

"But what should we do? There is no reason, nothing can be blamed, we just... we became what we are now?"

Randall looked at him gently.

His gentleness at the moment seems so real, completely out of his heart, if anyone other than Meng Liu sees it, he will be surprised that the original marshal's usual kindness, compared with his sincerity, is so hypocritical.

"If you really want to blame, don't blame everything on yourself."

Randall said so.

"You should blame me. It's because I was injured and can no longer give birth. It's because I don't have the ability to resist the pressure from the male insect protection association and the family. It's because I value the position of marshal too much that I can't appear by your side in time during the estrus."

He held the male worm in his arms, lowered his affectionate eyes, and said sadly and decisively.

"Mengliu, it's my character that ruined both of us."

Meng Liu couldn't help shaking his head, his eyes despairing: "Is it impossible to save? Is this your answer? I don't believe it. Why did it turn out to be such an inexplicable thing? Is it too late? I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

There was nothing he could do, he could only ask again and again: "Why can't you let yourself go, why can't you let us go, Randall?"

Randall gently kissed the desperate male's forehead.

"Because that's the answer. The answer that was meant to be from the beginning."

I have deceived all the worms, only one heart to love you.

And my madness and paranoia, you know nothing about.