recruit bees

"What do I—do I need to prepare?"

After asking this sentence, Michelle immediately regretted it.

He really wanted to set the time back to 1 minute ago and knock himself out!

It's hard to imagine how this kind of words, which have hints of pink, will come out of his mouth one day.

"Uh." Michelle stood up with an embarrassing 'teng', holding the salad bowl and dared not look at Mr. Bumblebee's expression, "Sorry, I was joking, uh, don't take it seriously, haha..."

What a shame!Michelle thought she must be looking stupid now.

But Mr. Bumblebee on the opposite side of him tilted his head, and after serious thinking, he replied: "You really should prepare."

Michelle was taken aback: "Huh?"

Simon: "I'm tougher."

Michelle: "..."

Simon: "It will break you."

Michelle: "..."

Simon smiled, "I'll go to the room to prepare first, you go to take a shower, I'll wash after you're done." After he finished speaking, he held his own salute, turned around and bent over and walked into the bedroom door, leaving only a little red Flowers lose their color.

Michelle hugged the salad bowl in a daze, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

What did he just say?

Michelle asked the little red flower dangling above her head.

Does he mean to get close to me?

yes! ?

If it’s not——but then what the hell is a tiger and a wolf! ! !

In a trance, the black-haired young man who seemed to have been drained of color and spirit staggered into the bathroom. He stared at the hot water that had been put in place beforehand. He was silent for three seconds, then turned around and closed the bathroom door with big strides.

Click.

Locked too!

Looking at the firm door lock, Michelle finally exhaled, stood up straight, walked to the bathtub and began to undress.

He wears very thin.

The light blue wool shirt and jeans of the same light color were quickly thrown into the hamper.

Michelle took a breath of cold air and stared at herself in the mirror.

It's ugly.

After a while, he said to himself.

The whole body is covered with unhealthy youth, and the whole person presents a kind of whiteness that does not see the light.His cheeks were flushed (rarely) and he turned to the mirror.

The black pupils are gentle and quiet, with shyness and youthful expectation at the moment, black and white are as distinct as if they were dotted with ink.

There are no edges and corners, and the facial contours with the soft and introverted temperament of the oriental people make the young man look harmless.

His facial features are delicate, his eyebrows are slender and his eyes are slender and upward - this is probably his only advantage.

The rest is gone...

The young man in the mirror pulled a wry smile.

Strands of black hair were soft and thin sticking to his head, not fluffy, cute, or styled.

The ends of the hair were a bit long, hanging behind his ears and on his neck, and the hair on his forehead was not long enough to touch the peak of his eyebrows.

Soft and soft, it matches his facial features very well.

But aside from his face, he was really too thin.

The young man inside and outside the mirror couldn't believe how his skinny body could support him to walk and work.

The sun dried his moisture, hunger took his flesh and fat.

He's just a bloodthirsty vampire.Or the kind that has been dead for more than 800 years.

"What kind of pervert would like such a body?"

"Heh... are you going to scare him to death?"

Michelle stared at the mirror, the flush on her face and the shyness in her eyes gradually disappeared.

Sweeping at the tight ribs on her chest with some disgust, Michelle tightened her lips and turned her head, mocking the self who was secretly delighted because of being confessed and hinted by pink just now is a shame!

He stopped looking in the mirror and soaked himself in the bathtub.

He didn't want anything to happen to Simon.

It's not love at first sight with Mr. Bumblebee who just met.

He's just... like every young boy who gets a love letter for the first time.

It doesn't matter whether it is a man or a woman who wrote this letter, how childish the tone is, how ugly the font is, and even the wrong words are used.Whether the person who wrote to him was satisfied, and whether the ending was a stern rejection or extreme disappointment.

As long as it was written for him.

That's another person, the liking for him...

A little pride follows the feeling of being cherished and loved, like an orange-flavored popsicle, blowing away all the heat and thirst, bringing coolness and joy.

It makes people want to jump up and down, hum a song, and laugh out loud unconsciously.

For Michelle, this kind of experience that is no different from expensive goods is really rare.

Because he doesn't have that time to waste in love, he has to support himself.

No one will love a person whose life is only study and part-time jobs, and all kinds of welfare application forms that need to be filled out, prematurely consuming his smile and passion for youth.

It's not that I didn't imagine that a hero would appear suddenly, but looking back, I already knew that those were childish words.

But now,

There was a Mr. Bumblebee.

he said 'i love you'

He cooks him dinner.

He came into his life, integrated quickly and completely, perfectly and naturally.

Michelle, who was so warm walking on the glacier, knew that what she accepted was too casual and stupid, so she let Mr. Bumblebee stay without saying a word.

【Don't go, keep me warm. 】

[Yes, I need someone to love me, please love me. 】

It's hard to be honest and ashamed to speak.

The little red flower, with its head down and sighing, bends its slender stems, like an elf squatting on the hair and looking down at its owner's face, wishing to open its mouth and shout that I need love and care.

Xiaohuahua shakes, shakes.

Spreading his longing, affecting the heart of the black-haired youth.

Michelle scooped up the water from the bathtub and splashed it on her face, bent her legs and sank herself into the bottom of the bathtub.

"I have a family now... He and I are family... or an awkward couple." Michelle smiled, raised her right hand, and tentatively poked the flowers on her head with her fingers.

The little red flower was poked up by him, and flung back with a 'beep'.

When Michelle could feel the flowers on his head being touched, his whole body resonated, and then he had a reaction like being pushed by someone.

"It turns out that you really grew on my head." Michelle sighed, completely accepted the fact that his head was blooming, taking a bath was boring, and he didn't mind discussing the next countermeasures with the little flower on his head.

Especially when one is alone, IQ and childishness will definitely increase in inverse proportion.

Their topic is:

What will happen tonight.

Michelle murmured: "Hey, tell me, didn't what he said just now hinted at me? It must have hinted at me."

Xiao Huahua shook excitedly.

Michelle: "He - I am legal, even if I really do something, I can't stop it. I think I resist, and he can make me shut up completely with a punch. Did you see his fist? As big as my head! And his mech."

Xiao Huahua trembled.

Michelle: "But I don't think he'll beat me up. Really, I think he's a good man, er, a good bee. He's willing to make promises to Aunt Jasmine, it's just too straightforward..."

Just say 'I love you' or something...

The little flower restrained its petals shyly.

"Oh, and a bacon omelet for dinner! That tastes really good, I—"

Michelle in childish mode had a hard time chatting with the extra things growing on her head.

It seems that children who have to put ducklings in the bath and imitate the speech of ducklings.

When he is happy, the little flower on his head is like his emotional expression device, and he is happy. When he is unhappy, the little flower on his head hangs down, aggrieved and lovable.

When the water temperature dropped, Michelle stepped out with the help of the bathtub, and pulled the towel to wipe her body.

After talking about his thoughts, he hummed a song in a good mood and put on his pajamas, pulled a towel and put it on his dripping hair (he also carefully wiped the petals of the little red flower on his head in front of the mirror).

Swah——

Michelle smiled and opened the bathroom door.

A bumblebee stood upright outside the door, lovingly looking down at some idiot who was talking to himself.

That look was like looking at his long-lost son again.

Oh.

It's not like, it is.

Just replace 'son' with 'wife'

Michelle: "..." I understand the feeling of the smile froze on the corner of her lips.

"You heard me." I was talking to myself in those stupid words just now.

Xiao Huahua has no expression on her face.

"NO, I have not."

Mr. Bumblebee has a hard face and integrity.

"You just heard it!"

"No, I really haven't."

"Nonsense! Did you snicker when I fell in the bathtub?"

Mr. Bumblebee was so frightened that he bent down to pull Michelle's pajamas.

"Baby, you fell down?! How could it be? Let me see, why didn't I hear your cries for help? Does it hurt—"

The hem of the duck-yellow pajamas with SpongeBob SquarePants was lifted, revealing the sunken belly and fair skin.

There are no signs of falling or injury on it, only wet water vapor.

Mr. Bumblebee's hands were frozen in the air.

"Oh~" the black-haired young man faced the angry little red flower who was about to poke someone to death, opened his eyelids, and stared up at a big guy with dead fish eyes, he pulled the corners of his lips, "you still say Didn't eavesdrop?"

"........."

Bursting with shame, the black-haired young man glared fiercely at Simon, turned around and ran to the room, and slammed the door behind him.

Simon, who originally raised his arms because he didn't want to miss any loving moments with his baby, lowered them again.

I screwed up and the baby hates me.

The tentacles on his head hung down, Simon stood for a while, then went into the bathroom with a dull head, cleaned himself up briefly and sat in the living room for two hours.Because he was thinking about Xiao Huahua's health, he plucked up the courage to push away his baby's room.

"Baby……"

Simon sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the blindfolded man curled up into a cicada chrysalis.The bed squeaked miserably because of his weight.

"I was wrong."

Simon was flustered.

"I will never, ever interfere with your bathing, I promise!"

who cares?Michelle pouted from under the quilt, and whispered: "I'm not angry because you interfere with my washing..."

Simon's brown eyes looked at the small bag on the bed, it looked so cute, and he liked it, "Because of what, you say it, I will do it."

It's embarrassing to say it... Michelle was silent for a while, and then said hesitantly under the quilt: "You heard my stupid words - do I look like a fool in your eyes?"

"of course not!"

Simon immediately vetoed it, not understanding why his Huahua thought so.He leaned over, put his swollen cheeks on his cheeks, and said in a gentle voice with a smile, "You are so, so cute, just—well, anyway, you are cute. I feel sorry for missing every minute of you."

"You are, my flower."

"I will always love you no matter what you look like."

"I shouldn't, eavesdrop, but I really want to see you again and hear your voice. Before today, I had been imagining what you would look like, and I couldn't bear to go see you."

"........."

"I was wrong, I won't be like this, don't be angry with me, okay? I will, I'm afraid you will be sad."

"........."

"Baby? Baby? Why don't you talk?"

"Damn!"

Under the quilt, Michelle covered her hot face.

Simon didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's okay..." Michelle wrapped the quilt tightly, with half of her head sticking out to cover her cheeks, her black and white eyes shone brightly like moonlight, "...cough cough...then what did you mean by what you said earlier? ?”

"Before what?"

Simon had some puzzled memories, he didn't say anything special.

Michelle: "That's what you said, what, cough, very hard words."

"Oh, that." He stared at Michelle's face and the happy little red flower on his head, and explained with unprofessional vocabulary: "I am not wearing a mech, but my bug armor, I The skin is very hard. The bed is very small. I sleep on the bottom, you, sleep on me, I am afraid I will catch you, you can lay a blanket on me and sleep."

Michelle: "..."

Ok,

Obviously I was thinking wrong, but I was not surprised at all.

Michelle, who already knew what kind of natural sensuality this nasty live-in bastard was, got up and put Simon on the bed.

The experience of sleeping on someone else is extremely special.

But his small sofa can't sleep at all, and I don't know if it's Michelle's illusion. When he lay close to Simon, blushing, listening to the heartbeat of another male, and feeling the other male's body temperature, he didn't feel anything at all. discomfort and nausea.

Only something special and very secure told him: you are home, you should be close to his chest, this is your bed.

The usual buzzing noise in the ears is gone.

The tip of the nose will not be sensitive enough to disturb the smell of the trash can next to it and the sewage in the bathroom.

All, all liberated.

He broke free from the entangled mud in an instant and flew up to the clouds.

Simon's hard chest is more comfortable than a five-star hotel bed in his place!

Originally thought it would be too embarrassing to fall asleep, Michelle, who needed to stay up late, fell asleep.

His little face was flushed, curled up on Simon's body, and unconsciously pressed his fingers on Simon's chin and cheeks, as if he was touching something.

Simon hugged him like he hugged the whole world, and his heart was not peaceful.

After 20 years of wandering and searching, his flowers finally fell into his arms again.

With blue veins in his arms, Bumblebee, who was in a state of extreme restraint, still remembered that he held Michelle higher, adjusted his posture, and the little tugger on the tentacles took the initiative to touch Michelle's hand.

Michelle, who was sleeping, immediately grabbed it, stretched her brows and eyes incomparably satisfied, and rubbed her fingertips on the small grip.

A man with a calm voice rang out from the room.

"Honey."

He kisses Michelle's flowers.

"Good night."

Sweet dreams.

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[The author has something to say]: The love that Michelle wants is not love.

It is the warmth and love of the family.

……

Four thousand words, hey, this is the second watch.

Writing is addictive and can't stop.

What’s inside, quietly Mimi said that this article is a sweet, hyperglycemic, diabetic, and greasy Wen Wenha. Although it’s a big background, it’s still about joy.

no grand history

no grand scene

I don’t know how to write counterattacks to become the richest man in the world, or those who shout and kill, forgive me.

Give everyone a vaccination first.

[dog head]