After being captured by the old enemy

Ji Xingjue looked natural and raised his eyebrows: "Leaving the imperial capital half a year ago?"

Qi Qing was looking up at him, and he was looking down at Qi Qing.

Fantastic angle.

Qi Qing paused with her fingertips, smoothed the last wrinkle, stood up, and locked her eyes in his eyes: "When Iser Lesterven left the imperial capital, you disappeared in front of people for thirteen days without asking for leave. Where did you go during this time?"

"Although I don't know where you got the news..." Ji Xingjue murmured, "It's very hot in May, as you know, I get a bad cold every summer. The medical cabin is very sensitive to this symptom." If there is no solution, it will take ten and a half months to heal."

The look in Qi Qing's eyes moved slightly.

"As for not asking for leave, of course it is because asking for leave will deduct wages. Working at home is similar to working at school. I have been conducting data feedback with the laboratory. If you doubt it, you can check the records." Ji Xingjue blinked, joking He said, "I am still working despite being seriously ill, but the Marshal wronged me. Shouldn't the funds be increased next time?"

Qi Qing didn't say a word, and analyzed his every expression and movement with scrutiny.

This room was familiar to Ji Xingjue, but at that time, Qi Qing would not look at him suspiciously.

I don't know how long it took, Qi Qing looked away, took out a bathrobe from the closet over him, and said in a calm voice: "I heard that the experimental results of C9 are not ideal. Let’s talk about the more loyal spy androids of real people.”

After finishing speaking, he strode into the bathroom.

Ji Xingjue let out a long breath of relief.

It seems that Qi Qing is just guessing randomly.

He tugged at his collar, leaned against the wardrobe to calm down for a while, strolled to the door of the bathroom, and asked lazily through the door: "Master Marshal, have you read the project plan?"

There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, but Qi Qing still heard his voice, the deep voice came out through the door, a little vague: "Mmm."

"how do you feel?"

"not so good."

"Oh?"

On the surface, this project is to develop and research a new type of intelligent bionic human and sell it on the market, but it is actually developing a spy bionic human.

Although the spies that can be sent out are all thoroughly brainwashed by imperialism, people are people, people will increase their knowledge, experience will be rich, and their cognition will also change. Even the strongest minerals will be weathered. I believe Humanity is a risky business.

Humans cannot be forever loyal like machines.

"No matter how much a bionic person resembles a human being, they are not human." Qi Qing's voice was cold and indifferent, "They cannot understand human thinking, and they will never be able to replace human beings."

Ji Xingjue's smile stagnated.

"No matter how human it looks, there are still mechanical bones inside." Qi Qing added.

Qi Qing is right, objective and realistic.

In science fiction movies, the possibility of mechanical evolution of intelligence is actually approximately zero.

Ji Xingjue sighed: "Marshal, you said that in front of me, the project leader..."

The sound of rushing water suddenly stopped, and after a while, the bathroom door was pushed open, and a shadow was cast over the head.

It wasn't the wet mist that rushed towards him, the breath on Qi Qing's body was exceptionally cold, the clear and stern eyebrows washed by the water appeared in his eyes, and the bathrobe was pulled tightly: "So what's the matter?"

Ji Xingjue paused for a moment: "...It's also pretty good, if you listen to it, you will understand."

Qi Qing smiled at him inexplicably.

Ji Xingjue began to regret coming over.

If he just lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep, he should have avoided more embarrassment.

He strolled over to the bed and sat down, watching Qi Qing standing in front of the automatic dryer drying her hair.

When Qi Qing was a teenager, she was spoiled and spoiled. After taking a shower, she threw a towel to him, and sat leisurely in front of him, playing games and enjoying manual services.

He is quite a young master, and he is scolded by the duke and madam every day.

From this angle, Qi Qing's facial features have become more handsome and profound than when he was a teenager, and his outline is cold and hard, like a sharp knife drawn out of its sheath.

After seven years of separation, people who knew Qi Qing before all said that he "became very strange, like another person".

But unexpectedly, Ji Xingjue didn't feel strange.

The imperceptible noise of the dryer stopped.

Seeing Qi Qing approaching step by step, feeling the oppression approaching, Ji Xingjue rushed to the bed like a rabbit, shrank into the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes, and blinked: "Master Marshal, can I make a request?"

Qi Qing lifted the quilt and took a look.

"You knock me out." Ji Xingjue said sincerely, "Otherwise I might not be able to sleep all night, and I have to go back to the base for a meeting tomorrow."

Qi Qing: "..."

The lights in the house dimmed, and Yu Tong forgot to change the curtains. Outside the thin window screens, the sky was faint and the snow was falling.

Qi Qing lay down and didn't bother to talk to him: "Close your eyes and sleep, and stop thinking about it."

Ok.

Ji Xingjue felt a little regretful, he thought Qi Qing would act decisively.

The room was quiet, and the hearing was particularly sharp in the dim environment, and even the slight breathing sound from the other side could be clearly heard.

The moonlight passing through the window illuminates the familiar ceiling, and the same scent of bath liquid floats in the air, evaporated and drifted away by body temperature, permeating the tip of the nose, making it warm.

Ji Xingjue rubbed against the quilt, and changed into a more comfortable position: "Master Marshal?"

After a long while, Qi Qing responded with "Yes".

"Are you investigating me?" Ji Xingjue looked at the ceiling, silently counted the slightly shaking crystals on the chandelier, and asked with a smile, "Or, since the day you returned to Ankara, have you been staring at me?"

Qi Qing opened her eyes and turned her head silently.

The hazy moonlight fell on that side, outlining the elegant profile of the person beside him. This was a familiar angle. He was the same as before, seeing the sharp jaw from the full forehead, and then he said calmly: "So what?"

"Well, I just feel that this seems to conflict with your original intention of finding a trustworthy person to marry?"

Qi Qing was silent for a few seconds, then said firmly: "I just said you are harmless."

"Okay, harmless," Ji Xingjue changed his words calmly, turned over and faced Qi Qing, "but you already doubt me, so I'm not harmless, am I?"

"Why not?" Qi Qing asked back.

"It's not a good answer to throw the question back." Ji Xingjue felt a little emotional, "You really have changed a lot."

This sentence seemed to make Qi Qing a little unhappy, and he didn't get an answer for a long time.

I had a premonition that I would suffer from insomnia, but I didn't expect to feel drowsy after I said a few words.

Ji Xingjue struggled a few times, but he let himself go, closed his eyelids, and let the drowsiness wrap around his erratic consciousness, leading him to fall asleep.

When he was half asleep and half awake, he heard Qi Qing's low and cold voice: "So, I want to keep an eye on you, Ji Xingjue."

What are you doing?And won't run.

Ji Xingjue thought vaguely, his consciousness was completely disconnected, and his breathing became smooth and long.

This sleep was surprisingly peaceful. In the dream, there was neither continuous light rain, nor continuous flames and large expanses of fiery flowers. It was rare for Ji Xingjue to rest well. When he woke up, his bones were soft, and he yawned and opened his eyes. When I opened my eyes, I found that the window was temporarily sealed, blocking the skylight outside the window.

When did you do it?

This sleep was too sweet, and he was still a little stupefied. While thinking, his body turned over and got out of bed without being directed by his brain. Like he had done countless times, he stepped on his slippers and left the room straight away, ready to push the person on the opposite side. Door.

What's next?

He thought in a daze, yes, he should go back to the room first, wash and change his clothes, and then wake up Qi Qing who was lying on the bed.

Speaking of which, what about love?

He looked back, the room behind him was empty, there were only messy quilts on the big bed, and there was no emotion.

Ji Xingjue suddenly woke up.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he still maintains this habit.

It's terrifying.

"what are you doing?"

There were steady footsteps in the corridor, Ji Xingjue turned his head, and Qi Qing, who had finished the morning training, came over, glanced at the door he almost pushed open, his eyes were as deep as a deep spring: "Want to go in and have a look? "

Ji Xingjue shrank his fingertips, laughed and shook his head: "I seem to be sleepwalking."

It was still early, Ji Xingjue packed himself up, went downstairs and rolled up his sleeves, and said, "I'll make breakfast."

Qi Qing's expression changed immediately, she grabbed him, pushed him out of the kitchen, and slammed the door and locked it.

Ji Xingjue stood outside the door in astonishment and opened his mouth. In this wordless action, he felt extremely humiliated.

It was rare for him to be dissatisfied with Qi Qing, so he resentfully walked to the dining table and sat down. After waiting for a while, Yu Tong also came down from upstairs, and looked at him: "What's wrong with Xiao Ji? Did Xiao Bao mess with you?" Not happy?"

Although Madam is forgetful, her ability to capture emotions is so sensitive that it is terrifying.

Ji Xingjue adjusted his expression and smiled: "No."

The kitchen door was reopened, and a waft of aroma came out. Seeing Qi Qing coming out with a plate, Yu Tong was distracted and smiled: "Xiao Bao can still cook?"

Qi Qing didn't give up correcting her address: "Mom, I'm already old, don't call me Xiaobao."

"Okay little treasure."

"..."

Ji Xingjue didn't react until a mouthful of milky eggs entered his mouth.

This tender taste and golden appearance are so familiar that it makes one's scalp tingle.

... The breakfast he ate every day was not delivered by Damel, but made by Qi Qing!

It's an interstellar ghost story.

Apparently Mrs. Yu Tong was also extremely shocked: "I was ready to use my mother's love to accommodate this breakfast, but I didn't expect it to be pretty good, Xiaobao has grown up."

Qi Xiaobao took a sip of milk with a paralyzed face, not wanting to speak.

After eating breakfast together, Qi Qing was going to send the two of them to work before returning to the military headquarters.

Yu Tong waved his hand: "The institute is very close, I asked my assistant to drive to pick me up."

It was indeed very close. In less than 5 minutes, the assistant arrived by car. Seeing Qi Qing, she quickly bowed and saluted: "Dr. Yu, Marshal..." Seeing Ji Xingjue, she froze for a moment, hesitated for half a second, and then He added weakly, "Also, and Mrs. Marshal, good morning!"

Ji Xingjue showed a fake smile.

Girl, you can actually ignore mine.

"Don't be so cautious," Yu Tong waved his hand with a smile, "I'm leaving first, let's see Xiao Ji off."

Ji Xingjue wanted to run away immediately, and went back to the base by himself, but was suddenly called upon. Under Yu Tong's smiling gaze, he had no choice but to return to his demeanor, and politely said: "Then trouble the Marshal."

Qi Qing curled the corners of her lips coldly: "You're welcome, Professor Ji."

When the suspension vehicle started, Ji Xingjue hesitated a little: "It's a long way to the base, won't it delay your return to the military headquarters?"

"will not."

Ji Xingjue looked at him with his chin in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Is this also part of 'watching me'?"

Qi Qing turned her head to look at him, her light-colored eyes were like emotionless inorganic glass, her Adam's apple rolled, and she uttered a word: "Yes."

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Xiao Qi: Yesterday, everyone named Xiaobao was added to the empire's assassination list.