Rebirth of turning waste into treasure

"You guys know each other?" Qi Jun spoke a little more naturally now, after all, it's not easy to continue to use the previous, too hard interrogation tone.

Although the other party said they didn't know each other just now, in private, it's better to be sure and safe.

He sat down on the chair beside him, picked up the porcelain pot and poured himself a cup of tea, sniffed the warm air and drank it in one gulp before asking.

The weather is abnormally dry, and the environment in the last days is always changeable and unbearable. Even indoors, it is easy to cause dehydration and thirst.

The man glanced at him, noncommittal, but shook his head indifferently, with deep eyes.

After being stared at for a long time, Qi Jun couldn't help changing his posture slightly, and put down his raised slender legs, "Fislar, this is your real name."

Affirmative.

There is no need for the young man to make a fuss about this, not to mention that the high-ranking nobleman of the Welsh must have a high status, otherwise the female body would not be so groggy, Qi Jun thought to himself, but he did not expect the scene to be so exciting .

The man nodded slightly, his eyes flicked across the female body's dry lips that had just been moistened by tea, leaned against the table, leaned over and poured Qi Jun a cup of tea.

Seeing the other party's actions, Qi Jun was slightly taken aback, nodded and said slowly, "...Thank you."

Although unfamiliar, this is also a kind of politeness, after all, people are willing to condescend to pour tea, and the courtesy is reciprocal, which can also promote information exchange.

Thinking of this, Qi Jun pushed a fruit plate in front of him.

There are more than a dozen light yellow fruits in full bloom on it. They are round and about the size of a thumb, but they are bright in color, thin in skin and thick in flesh. Even through the layer of fruit skin that is almost burst by the moisture inside, you can smell it in your breath. sweet fragrance.

Honey fruit, in this era, is one of the top fruits. It is bright in color, sweet in taste, and rich in nutrition. Even in the main residential area like the central area, the output is only very low. Don't look at the number of these dozen There are not many, and they can only pad the bottom of the plate if they are stacked together, but it is also a treat that can show the sincerity of the alien race.

Moreover, this is the favorite fruit of all female bodies, bar none!

Qi Jun himself also felt that the taste was crisp, and he could quench his thirst after eating it, but there was only so much he could provide each time. He gave some to Cheng Xiao, and some to the city lord of Liberty City, and gave the rest to brought over.

After all, what Ming did to this person before was really devoid of conscience.

Glancing at the unhealed scars that couldn't be covered even by pulling up his collar, Qi Jun sighed inwardly, taking care of himself to some extent.

The man glanced at the plate of fruit that was pushed in front of him, his expression unchanged, females like to eat it.

After a few seconds, Qi Jun saw that the other party didn't move, and seemed to have no intention of eating. Did he not know how to eat this kind of food?

It is possible, after all, the Welsh people are not familiar with the earth.

Drink some tea, eat something, and then chat, it's also convenient for clichés...

He stretched out his hand, picked up one of the largest honey fruits, and carefully peeled off the almost transparent light-colored peel, revealing the bright yellow flesh inside.

Qi Jun held the fruit stalk left behind and handed it over to the man, with a friendly smile, "Try it, it tastes okay."

The man's gaze moved down slowly, turned around on the slender fingers, stopped on the pinched fruit, narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth slightly.

Qi Jun: "..." How could he remember that the man's hand was not injured, and he just poured tea for himself.

But after thinking about it, since the other party served him once just now, is this implying that he is following the gourd?

Perhaps this is the unique etiquette of the Welsh people, Qi Jun raised his eyebrows, tentatively raised the fruit to the man's face, aimed at those thin red lips, and carefully fed it.

The soft tip of the tongue slid gently over the fingertips that were too late to leave.

Qi Jun only felt a slight tremor, quickly withdrew his hand, and lowered his head to drink tea as if he was thirsty.

Just missed the faint smile that flashed in the man's eyes.

Cheng Xiao was able to accept this apparently unchangeable fact when he made it clear that there was nothing wrong with his body and that the reason his stomach didn't bulge was because the fetus was developing in a different way.

pregnant myself.

The child belongs to the opposite race.

He is still laughing.

At the delivery period after the stable period, the cells of the fetal body divide rapidly, and the belly begins to bulge. Now the fetal body is still in the stage of completing the construction of the genetic organization inside the cells.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xiao couldn't help raising his eyebrows, sweating several times for his reckless behavior when the carcass was not stable.

Although I can't say that I hate giving birth to a baby, but it is definitely not voluntary. Big man, love to have children?It's too fake...

But now that they are all pregnant, Cheng Xiao is not the kind of hypocritical person, shouting and making a fuss can't solve the problem, and raising another child after birth is not a problem after thinking about it.

Rin would also like to have a companion from now on.

Although the choice of birth belly is very important, it is a pity that the right to choose is not in my hands, otherwise...

He secretly glanced at Miao Lan's well-defined abdominal muscles, and couldn't help showing a little regret.

The foreign race was putting on their coats. Out of the corner of their eyes, they noticed the small movements of the human beings. They couldn't help but slightly hooked the corners of their mouths and narrowed their eyes.

"Have a good rest." He stretched out his hands to hug the softer human body at this time, kissed the other person's lips, as if comforting, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will get used to it more often in the future."

Cheng Xiao has black lines on his face, too many times... How many more times do you want me to give birth? !