recruit bees

In the evening, Simon really gave him stew and rice.

Before going to bed, Michele took out the beer he had stored in the refrigerator, opened it and gave Simon a can, and drank a can by himself because he was really depressed today.

Talk about moving while drinking.

A flower and a bee sat on the bed and the ground respectively.

"It really doesn't work... Let's make preparations tomorrow and move in."

The cold beer has a bit of a tingling feeling, and it enters the stomach coolly, and the alcohol reacts lightly, but it doesn't make people sad. Michelle is the type who blush after drinking, and his pale cheeks are pink when he doesn't see the sun. He spoke in a low voice, mumbled like he was drunk, and pulled the hair on his forehead, a little cute.

"During the interrogation today, it was obvious that the other party was more likely to believe in Eric. It should be the influence of the news and the Ellis family. After all, trusting Eric and finding a scapegoat can solve the Ellis family and the media. The eyes shifted to other people. Compared with being pressured by the two, even NY is willing to find more hope in us, wishing it was us who did it."

Michelle looked up, the little flower on top of her head swayed, and hiccupped while watching the tall man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Hi~, I know, it wasn't you, Hiccup! Did it."

"Ah."

He didn't do people, but he did things.

Simon nodded, smiling brightly and innocently.

"Of course, of course, they just look at you through tinted glasses—hiccup."

Michelle was holding the can, her neck, cheeks and ears turned red quickly, her eyelids dropped straight down, and her black and white eyes were a little absent-minded. When she said this, she thought of the female police officer with a very bad tone and attitude, and felt aggrieved.

"A bunch of bastards... a bunch of bastards... hiccup! A bunch of bastards!"

No, the worst eggs are right in front of you.

Simon looked at his flowers and couldn't help loving them. His broad palms touched Michelle's ankles sitting on the bedside, and he pulled his feet on the blanket to his knees, and moved his hands on his ankles.

The tip of the nose can smell a not too strong floral fragrance.It's not a very fragrant type. It's light. When you smell it, you will think of the fresh air after the Qingming rain, the earthy smell in the breeze, and the small purple winter jasmine blooming quietly by the roadside.

Inconspicuous, but fresh and happy, it is the taste of hope and tomorrow.

It is also the taste of rare flowers.

After buying the flower seeds that year, Simon spent a long time on the star network before choosing the little flower that fell in love at first sight.

Simon touched his lonely and emaciated ankle, and gulped down half a can of a certain brand of German beer.

Michelle is also drinking, although the amount of alcohol is hard to describe, and it is easy to break into pieces when drinking too much.

"We'll move tomorrow. Don't let them trouble us. They—they will definitely trouble us." The black-haired young man narrowed his eyes and muttered inarticulately: "Mr. Hornet?"

Simon stopped touching up his ankle, retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, and asked softly, "What's the matter? Baby."

Michelle was drunk: "You, are you listening to me, Mr. Bumblebee? Hiccup."

Simon smiled and nodded: "Listen."

Michelle smiled, her lower lip covered her upper lip and pouted like a fool: "Then I will continue."

Simon said, "Okay."

So classmate Xiao Huahua held his little red flower, which was as smoky as him, and couldn't stop thinking about it.

In his eyes, Mr. Bumblebee, who looks pure and innocent like his owner's father, began to touch up his feet a little bit.

I don't know how long.

Michelle paused, took a sip of the long-empty can of beer, tilted her head and stretched out her trouser waist curiously, looked at the palm of her thigh, and at Mr. Bumblebee who seemed nothing had happened——

"Your hand, hiccup, why did it grow on my underwear? Hiccup. Well, it's so amazing?"

He lowered the waistband of his trousers and patted Simon's hand through the fabric.

"Don't go up—there are too many things to squeeze through."

"cough!"

Simon couldn't help it, he laughed.

"There are so many things that can't be squeezed away? Huh?" He stretched out his hand interestingly and poked his baby's forehead.

Michelle had a straight face, serious: "Little Michelle lives inside, it can't be squeezed."

Simon: Pfft.

"It's so cute haha——so cute hahahaha——" Simon laughed so loudly for the first time, his shoulders were shaking, "Baby, how can you be so cute hahahaha."

"I'm serious!" Michelle's eyes widened, and the little red flower on her head was also pretending to be a flower stem. This scene looked like a puffy goldfish whose head was covered with fake flowers, "You are laughing at me. ? I'm mad, hiccup."

"Yeah, no kidding, you didn't—hahahaha!"

"stop laughing!"

Michelle staggered to stand up, and just took two steps, but unfortunately she was dizzy, and the sky was full of little stars, and finally fell back on the bed straight on her back, and the beer can and slippers in her hand were thrown away.

The soda can rolled out of the carpet area, and Gululu hit the door panel.

Simon's smile disappeared suddenly, startled.He stood up abruptly to see Michelle, propped himself on the bed, touched his hand bones, and touched his spine and the back of his head. The little red flower on the top of his head was also peeled off carefully. look.

"How is it? Baby, what's wrong with you? Do you want to vomit?"

Simon hurriedly pulled him up, fearing that he would choke on the trachea if he drank too much and vomited.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired young man was lifted up straight by him, and he didn't look at Simon or himself, he just looked at the ceiling, bit his lower lip on his upper lip, curled his lips—and cried.

Cried.

Cried……

Simon:……

Mr. Bumblebee's liver and gallbladder were broken, and he thought he had broken it, so he hurriedly turned out the medicine box under the bed. It was full of essential first-aid medicines for plants, and some small and expensive inspection instruments.

After plugging in the electricity, Simon hurriedly stuck it on Michelle's body, making a constant beeping sound, and then sprayed various nutrient and protective solutions on the little red flower on the head.

Finally, I looked back at the test results of the instrument: excellent.

Simon:"……"

Simon wiped away tears for classmate Xiaohuahua: "... Where are you knocking, baby, why are you crying?"

Michelle wept silently, pouring into her ears as if the tap was not turned off.

"You're making fun of me..."

He pouted aggrievedly, sobbing.

Simon: "..." That's it?

The dumbfounded Mr. Bumblebee finally knew why the plant system has a strict prohibition on alcohol on their main star. The plant system absorbs everything quickly, whether it is nutrition or medicine, good or bad, and it is too prone to accidents.

"My shoes are gone...and my wine is gone..." Michelle nearly flooded the room with tears, repeating sadly: "My shoes are gone, and my wine is gone..."

"..."

Simon had no choice but to retrieve his slippers and the wine jug. Put the pink and blue bunny slippers back on his feet, and put the wine jug back in his hand.

Sure enough, he soon stopped crying.

Fenfen's nose twitched a few times, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, her face and eyes were red, and she smiled silly.

Simon looked at it for a while, feeling soft in his heart. He lay on his side on the bed and wiped his tears. His brown eyes were silent and inclusive, depicting the young man's face and expression little by little with love.

Michelle sips the empty wine jug.

He was funny and affectionate, couldn't stop the syrup surging in his heart, lowered his head and opened his twitching soda can, and kissed Michelle's lips.

As if tempted, Simon leaned down and kissed her delicately.

It smells like wine.

But most of them are still wheaty and sweet.

He couldn't control it, so he continued.

Moving soon... He looked at the dim-eyed young man who was licking his lips and pondering the smell of alcohol, thinking that he could celebrate after moving.

There will be more and more beer in their refrigerator...

[The author has something to say]: April [-]th Qingming, the dead rest in peace

I haven't been able to revise my essays in time recently, but I have done them all.After the Ching Ming holiday, it should be able to pass the review.

good night.