Invalid Mark [Interstellar]

A lunch is still many times more difficult than a supper. After eating, Jiang Xing clicks on the memo on the communicator and writes down the problems encountered during the production process.

He pursed the corners of his lips, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his expression was so serious that it seemed that he was not recording trivial things in life, but important things that could affect the development of the universe.

That's not right, even Atlanta, who can really affect the universe, his reaction is very normal.

Huaiwu started to feel sleepy, and lazily leaned on Jiang Xing's shoulder: "Why are you recording this?"

Jiang Xing said: "Keep it as a souvenir and improve it next time."

The little prince Atlanta accepted his new role as kitchen cook very quickly.

Huai Wu bent his eyes: "Do you have class in the afternoon?"

"Yes, an architecture class." Jiang Xing finished recording, turned off the light screen, and asked softly, "Do you have anything else to order, Your Royal Highness?"

"The architecture class is in the mecha department," Huaiwu said, "then you don't go back to the dormitory, and sleep with me at noon."

"..." Jiang Xing almost crushed the communicator, "Your Highness, I am an Alpha."

He can't mark, but he's an alpha in good health and obsessed with fog.

"I know." Huaiwu hung on him like a cat, with an inexplicable tone, "What does this have to do with me, I just want a pillow that can heat itself."

"However, if you don't want to," Huaiwu bit his ear and said reasonably, "I can find someone who is willing."

Jiang Xing: "..."

No matter how well-behaved a puppy is, he would not listen to such words. Her Royal Highness quickly paid the price for these words.

Jiang Xing carried him back to his room, his fingers drew sharp marks on his waist: "Didn't you promise me that you would never say that again?"

"I said Chris... Chris..." Huai Wu couldn't avoid his touch and kiss, and during the susceptible period, he was more sensitive to the temperature of Jiang Xing's fingers and lips. He gasped, and the villain complained first Accused loudly, "You think wrongly, it's none of my business."

Jiang Xing snapped his fingers: "That won't work either."

"You unreasonable bastard."

No matter how polite a person is, he will be angry when he hears these words that confuse black and white. Jiang Xing quickly realized the reality in the game with him. He lowered his eyebrows and approved the sentence: "I am, is there anything else you want to accuse, Your Highness?"

He gave up so quickly, Huai Wu didn't spoil the sense of accomplishment of success, and said boringly: "It's gone."

"It's okay, I have something to say to you," Jiang Xing bent down, stared at Huaiwu for a while, and kissed the corner of his lips, "Please take a moment to listen, Your Highness."

The curtains are closed, and the pheromones of Alpha mint and the breath of Omega blue wind chimes unknowingly blend together, just like the cool wind wrapping around blooming flower branches.

Huai Wu was trembling slightly, and in the overwhelming peppermint pheromone, he felt a hand passing through his hair, pinching the back of his neck gently.

The hot palm just covered the gland.

He blinked: "Jiang Xing, do you want to mark me?"

"Think." Jiang Xing didn't hide it. It's normal to be possessive of his beloved. He said that he didn't want to be hypocritical. After saying this word, he was silent for a long time, "But..."

But he can't mark it. No matter how strong his desire is, he wants to establish a unique two-way relationship with his beloved and become the only one for each other, but he can't do it.

Jiang Xing's knuckles turned white. After a while, he wiped away the wet traces from Huai Wu's eyes: "Your Highness, good afternoon."

Huai Wu curled up, with a soft, calm smile in her voice: "Good afternoon."

Since then, Jiang Xing has lived in Huaiwu's villa with the multiple identities of Her Royal Highness's exclusive kitchen husband, a human-shaped pillow that can heat itself, and a bearer who needs to carry His Highness back to the bedroom, and often has a part-time job as a stake.

In the eyes of other Alphas, this is the little boy who soared into the sky with His Highness, smashed many keyboards in a rage and incompetence, and Jiang Xing also became the top of the list of the most hated characters in the whole hospital.

But the villa was very quiet. The robot sorted out a bedroom for Jiang Xing. When Jiang Xing couldn't bear it, he would go back to his room to sleep. Most of the time, he was a cat scratching board for a certain Highness.

The two of them are not in the first grade, and the departments they chose do not overlap. It is difficult to meet each other in the morning. When Huaiwu woke up and went downstairs, Jiang Xing had already gone to class first. There was a post-it note on the dining table, telling him The breakfast is served in an incubator, no need to heat it, it is the temperature he likes.

After this period of tempering, Jiang Xing has become very proficient in cooking.

Of course, there are others who are equally skilled.

It's not bad to wake up and have someone make breakfast for me. Huaiwu tore off the post-it note with satisfaction, and took the breakfast out of the incubator.

No matter what time of day class starts in the morning, Jiang Xing will not be perfunctory because he is in a hurry, and this meal is no exception. Sea prawns are shelled and shredded, crabs are taken out of crab meat, and cooked together with thinly sliced ​​fish fillets into a delicious seafood porridge , with a cage of siu mai, the filling is not the traditional glutinous rice, it is Huaiwu's favorite ingredients.

In terms of pleasing Her Highness the Princess, Jiang Xing was better.

Halfway through Huai Wu's meal, the door of the villa was pushed open, and Chris walked in hastily: "A Wu."

"what happened?"

"You're up," Chris walked to the dining table, took a look at what he was eating, and sat down very consciously with a bowl, "Thank God, that Jiang is not here today."

Because of his relationship with Huai Wu, Chris can meet him many times when he comes over. Jiang Xing will not hinder him from getting along with Huai Wu, but there is always Alpha pheromone floating in the air, which makes Chris also It's hard to be comfortable.

Huai Wu friendly said a word for Jiang Xing: "But what you eat is also made by that surnamed Jiang."

"..." Chris skipped over this topic without blinking, "We have found out the whereabouts of Feng Die."

Fengdie is Huaiwu's lost mech. Huaiwu has been looking for its whereabouts since it was lost, and it has been ten years now.

"In the past ten years, it has been hidden by a black. Dao. Army. Fire. Dealer. Some time ago, the most powerful leader of the black. Dao celebrated his birthday. This army. fire. Dealer. In order to please him, Then I took out the wind butterfly and gave it to him."

Wind Butterfly is not a mecha that can be activated easily. The arms dealer probably won't be able to use it for ten years, and for some reason, he urgently needs a protective umbrella to be willing to take it out.

Huaiwu took the last bite of siu mai: "Who was it given to?"

"The biological father of Caesarkin who was killed by you." Chris said, "He also couldn't activate the wind butterfly, opened an underground exhibition, and recruited a group of think tanks to find a way. Only then can we get the news."

"Think tank," Huai Wu rolled his eyes in confusion, "Is this exhibition still open?"

"It's still there." Chris observed his expression carefully, "But Ah Wu, how are you going to snatch it by yourself?"

Chris is a useless fighter, not to mention black.Daotou's destination is to grab Fengdie back, and he is playing games in the simulation cabin. He is lucky if he doesn't hold back.

And they don't have the manpower they can use now.

"I'm not alone," Huaiwu wiped the corners of his lips with a tissue, and smiled at him, "I still have my Alpha."