recruit bees

The next morning, Michelle stood listlessly in front of the sink, with an afro head and a little red flower that was also vomiting like a hangover, brushing her teeth while reflecting.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Michelle closed her eyelids and sighed.

Another drink...

He had no memory of what happened last night.

It was the same way before, he just had to drink some beer to get drunk.But he doesn't hate drinking, because even if he gets drunk quickly, if he drinks a small amount, his head and stomach won't be so uncomfortable after waking up.

Also because Michelle loves the unique fermented wheat aroma of beer.

Once something bad happened, Michelle would drink a can of beer and get very drunk.

He always thought that alcohol and fragments made him forget his sorrows, but in fact, every time he was drunk, he couldn't stop crying and thinking.

In the past, Michelle didn't have a roommate, and no one reminded him. In addition, he would be disconnected, so no one knew about it except Simon discovered it.

After washing and wiping his face, Michelle called Simon to help him catch the flowers on his head, and he wanted to turn the hot water on and wash his hair.

The thumbnail-sized, dull little red flower on the head cannot be flushed with superheated water, otherwise... Michelle shivered, he couldn't recall it, the feeling like an electric drill drilling teeth was too painful !

Upon hearing this, Simon bent down and walked through the bathroom door, pinched the small flower with his big hand, and held the nozzle with the other hand, indicating that he could wash it.

"Thank you."

Michelle lowered his head to wet his afro, squeezed shampoo and rubbed it.

"By the way, Simon, did I do anything last night? I drank too much."

Simon pursed his lips, and couldn't help but raise a corner, "It's okay." He said pretending to be nonchalant.

"Oh... I think my wine should be good." Michelle believed it and felt relieved. "Then what did we talk about yesterday?"

"It's about moving." Simon sprayed the foam on his neck with a nozzle, his brown eyes were gentle, "You said you didn't want the Ellis family to make trouble, you better move today, and you said you like beer and want to I'll buy a big fridge at the hive and fill it with your favorite brand of beer."

Michelle listened, and when she heard the movement of scratching and rubbing her hair, she was a little embarrassed: "...Did I really say that?"

Simon laughed lowly and said "hmm".

Michelle: "..."

Michelle coughed dryly, closed her eyes and continued to wash in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Just treat me as if I drank too much, and you don't need to buy it. The house is yours, and the things in it are all your money... I want If there is something I want, I will buy it myself."

After hearing this, Simon's smile faded a little.

He looked down at the young man with his waist and hips arched, his back turned to him. His waist was not as thick as his thighs, but he wanted to be independent and self-reliant at every turn.

This makes the drones a little unhappy.

"You are my flower." Simon lowered his eyelids, gently pinched the emerald flower stem with his fingers, his voice could not tell whether he was happy or unhappy, "You should have been raised by me, and taken care of by me,"

The best way to drink water is from the glass I have licked.

Michelle hummed twice: "But——"

Simon interrupted him: "No, but, wash it up, it's time to eat."

Michelle: "...Okay."

He noticed that Mr. Bumblebee seemed to be unhappy, although he still wanted to say something, but in the end he closed his mouth, washed his hair, wrapped it in a towel and dried it, and blew a few times in a hurry, and enjoyed breakfast with Simon in the living room.

It is very irrational to quarrel with your lover because of a trivial matter.

Even if you are doing it for the good of the other party, you must pay attention.

Michelle, as a Zeng single dog who has seen countless couples dating to collapse, is very experienced in this area.

After eating, the two began to prepare to pack their belongings and move.

Michelle took out two overalls from the bottom of the closet, the small one for herself and the large one for Simon.

"Wear this to clean up, or you will be covered in dust."

"it is good."

After taking it, Simon looked at the size before putting it on. Fortunately, the oversized overalls were several sizes larger than usual clothes, so that he could fit his tall and fit figure.

In this small apartment, there are almost no big items like furniture and appliances belonging to Michelle, only clothes, daily necessities, unfinished food in the refrigerator, bedding, and a few pots of flowers and plants.

Probably because he didn't regard this as a home in the past, but as a temporary small site, so he lived in it and made plans to move out at any time.

Michelle, who used to be alone and used to simplicity, has stayed here for several years. After cleaning up, she is not as good as a student who has lived in a dormitory for three years in a university dormitory.

In addition, the two big men were not slow to move, and within an hour, they quickly packed and sealed the things, and they could call a moving company or drive them away at any time.

Three large cardboard boxes were stacked together. Michelle was sitting on the box with a pot of flowers in her left hand, and was calling the landlord about checking out.

At this time the doorbell rang, Michelle glanced at it, Simon waved at him to signal him to go, and walked to the door first to open the door to pick up the courier.

Michelle didn't care, and when he hung up the phone and turned around to search for Simon, Simon was facing away from him, not knowing what he was doing.

Michelle called him: "Simon, what did the courier deliver, I haven't shopped online recently."

Simon turned around, holding a small express box, he walked over and handed it to Michelle.

"It says hand cream."

"Huh? Hand cream, but I didn't—"

After Michelle probed to see what was in the box, her face froze instantly, and the words stuck in her throat.

It's not really a hand cream...

It was the classic ultra-thin liquid sleeve he bought online when he was in Washington.

And I don't know if the merchant saw that he bought all the classic models, so he made some brain supplements, and specially gave him a computer CD with an extremely sexy cover, and two Run.hua.

A small love note is attached, which says: I am here, love boldly, remember the five-star praise, man! (wink~)

The corner of Michelle's mouth twitched: "..." My five-star praise is God's mother!

Seeing that his baby's face was burning red as he cracked the CD, Simon suppressed the smile in his eyes, leaned behind him intentionally, and asked softly, "Baby—do you want to try it tonight?"

Michelle: "..."

Try?

try...

"No, no, no, no—!"

A picture flashed into my mind, the black-haired young man shivered as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and stuffed the box into the top cardboard box with a red face, "I, I will move this downstairs!" After finishing speaking He picked up a box and ran away.

Leaving Simon laughing behind his back.

In the end, since they didn't have a car, they still found a moving company to help them move the luggage from the small apartment to the south side of Chicago.

There is a well-known rich area.

There are only high-end single-family villas, and there are big houses with rose walls that can be separated from neighbors for a lifetime, the garden can be used as a maze, and the swimming pool can be used for parties.

Michelle was still swiping his phone idly, but when he looked up and saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't believe that the new home they moved into was in such a place.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?"

The staff of the moving company, who were sitting in the co-pilot and driver's seats, turned their heads and stared at them in surprise, as if they were saying that since you are so rich and live in such a small apartment, you still use a moving company to move? !

Why are rich people pretending to be poor? Bah!

Michelle was also in a daze, tugging at Mr. Bumblebee who was squeezed in the car and unable to straighten up, swallowed and asked dreamily, "Simon, will we live here from now on?"

Simon nodded: "Well, only here in Chicago is quieter, suitable for you to live in."

Michelle: "..." What does it mean to live for me?I am not a prince!

Except for Simon, the moving company staff shared Michelle's anxiety about being kicked out.

This uneasiness lasted until Simon instructed the driver to park the car behind a huge wrought iron gate surrounded by a wall full of green plants.

At the entrance of this fortified and luxurious residence, he swiped the door with his identity card...

"Drip~"

The green light is on, and the housekeeping robot with pulleys underneath happily opens the door, smiling with its electronic eyes bent.

"Welcome home~, Master."

Simon said lightly, "Yes."

moving company:"……"

Michelle: "..."

Fuck it turned out to be true!

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[The author has something to say]: During the period of my aunt, I will revise the article later, the day after tomorrow at the latest, thank you for your understanding