The picked wolf cub teases me every day [Interstellar]

55

Thunder and lightning struck the acacia outside Crowe's mansion, and the torrential rain poured down. When Reza returned to the airship, he was already soaked, and the rain dripped down his forehead.

As soon as the door of the central control room opened, a white towel flew over to cover Reza's face.

Resa pulled the towel off with black lines all over his face, looked at the worried red-haired man in front of him, frowned and said, "Do you want to die?"

"Is this the first thing we have said to you since we haven't seen you for so long?" Bellamy put her hands on her hips angrily: "You don't want to know where I went? What happened?"

Resa snorted coldly: "I'll know if you don't tell me."

After speaking, he glanced at Andy who was standing behind Bellamy, noticing the gaze of the man opposite, Andy turned his head slightly, but inadvertently revealed a faint red mark on his neck.

Reza smiled without saying a word, and turned his gaze to Bellamy: "Welcome home, Mr. Wastewood Captain!"

"I'm ready!" Bellamy excitedly opened her arms to embrace her best friend.

"It's time to rebuild the Night Hunting Pirates." Reza patted Bellamy on the back: "Everyone is waiting for you to come back!"

At this time, the center console received a location signal source, and Ian wanted to connect it, but was interrupted by Bellamy: "I will contact us at this time, and I probably won't be any friends."

Resa sneered and turned on the signal source: "This ghostly place has long since lost our friends."

The signal source was connected, and Yarman's face appeared on the screen. The old man held his cane in both hands, with an angry expression on his face: "Is this your original plan?"

Resa nodded without hesitation: "It's not too late for you to know."

Arman snorted coldly: "The Arman family has a house near here, as you know."

Ressa squinted his eyes, and in his impression, there seemed to be a real estate of the Arman family nearby.

"I'm in the house now," Arman's voice could not be refused: "Come here now, let's talk."

Ressa laughed as if hearing a big joke: "I don't think it is necessary for a notorious pirate to have a talk with the noble prince of the empire."

"But a father and his son have this necessity."

"Resa," Yarman's expression eased, "maybe we should have talked long ago."

Reza looked at his father's face. Once upon a time, many people said that his face resembled Arman's when he was young.

The man lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while, and finally raised his eyes: "Remove all the people around you."

Arman nodded: "Of course, there will only be the two of us in this house."

"Okay, I'll stand in front of you in an hour." After finishing speaking, Reza turned off the signal, and Ian stood beside him, frowning and worry written all over his face.

"Are you really going?"

Resa touched the boy's head and nodded: "He is my father, there are some things that I should clarify with him."

"Wait for me here." Resa leaned down/body, and kissed the boy's mouth lightly: "When I come back, no one will be able to stop us."

Arman's house.

The room was so quiet that the echo of boots on the marble floor could be heard. Reza walked slowly and stood in front of Arman.

"I'm not late."

Alman smiled arrogantly: "This is a good habit I taught you."

"right."

"Resa Yarman," Yarman's voice became serious: "I ask you as the leader of the family, is it true that I am willing to give up your name and become a worthless ordinary person from now on."

Resa chuckled: "Father, you actually already knew the answer."

Yarman didn't speak, and his eyes fell on the ancestral oil painting on the wall behind Resa: "At first, I thought that even if you were working under Crowe, I could barely agree that you would still have to come back after a few years. Unexpectedly, you The guy even counted on him!"

"I'm not plotting against you, you're plotting against me, too." Resa shrugged.

Yarman sneered: "Since you say that, I can't do anything. If you walk out of this room, you will never have anything to do with the Yarman family."

Reza bent down and bowed respectfully to Yarman: "From now on, we will never have any relationship."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and walked out of the room without hesitation.

Just when Reza's feet were about to step out of the door, a strong electric current hit Reza suddenly on the threshold.The muscle twitch caused by the current passing through the human body caused Reza to go down instantly, without the slightest strength to fight back.

It wasn't when Yarman walked up to Resa and looked down at him: "There is a gas that inhibits alpha pheromone in the room, which is colorless and odorless."

Seeing that cunning face, Leisa slowly knelt down to cover his eyes, but he couldn't move his body, so he could only let the other party block his sight.

Inside the airship, Ian watched the time on the clock without blinking. Bellamy leaned on Andy's shoulder and asked boredly, "How long has it been since Resa went?"

"Four hours and 39 minutes." Ian stood up and walked to the center console, trying to find the signal point of the Ressa communicator.

"The signal point hasn't changed." Bellamy walked over to take a look: "At least this guy should be safe."

Ian didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on the position of Reza displayed on the radar, feeling a little uneasy for some reason.

When Resa opened his eyes again, the numbness on his body hadn't disappeared, and he felt dizzy after being injected with the drug.Reza tried to move his body, only to find that his hands and hands were bound and he couldn't break free at all.

"woke up?"

His vision was still a little blurry, Resa squinted his eyes, and could only see Arman standing in front of him, and a little boy was standing beside him.

Yarman patted the boy's shoulder, his tone proud and excited: "Look at this face, does it look familiar?"

familiar?

The young man looked thinner than the current Ian, with a black suit, fair face, black curly hair, and delicate moles at the corners of his eyes that were a bit playful.

Reza was startled, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"There's no need to be so surprised," Arman's voice was filled with madness that could not be concealed: "This is what you looked like when you were a child. I used your genes to reproduce an exact copy of you."

"And," Arman pinched the boy's chin with one hand, his fingertips almost sinking into the other's flesh: "This you, you will not disobey me, you will stay by my side and inherit the legacy of the Arman family."

Resa sneered: "Then you are just satisfied?"

"No, no, no," Arman shook his head: "There is no need for two Resas in this world. If A exists, B can only disappear."

Reza's eyes turned cold: "What do you mean?"

Yarman sighed: "Son, I have been trying to save you, but unfortunately, you have been trying to turn your back on me, and you have succeeded odiously every time."

Arman pulled out a dagger from nowhere and pressed it against Reza's chest.

"You are good enough. If you abandon the surname of Arman, you can only serve as the gene pool for the descendants of the Arman family."

Ressa sneered: "It seems that all the members of the Arman family will have the same face in the future, which is really disgusting."

Yarman didn't respond, he laughed and held up his sharp dagger.

In the next second, there was a sound of metal collision, and the dagger in Arman's hand fell in response. Arman clutched his arm angrily and lowered his head, only to find that the pocket watch that dropped the dagger was actually the one he had given out earlier.

"You can't kill him."

Yarman turned his head abruptly, and a blue-eyed boy stood quietly at the door.

Reza whistled: "It's a pity that the plan fell through."

The young man stretched out towards the room calmly, showing no signs of fear as he passed Yarman, the blue dagger drew a beautiful arc, jingled twice, and the iron chains that locked Reza's hands and feet fell to the ground.

"You, you!" Arman pointed at the boy in front of him angrily: "How dare you break into the house of the Arman family."

"You can't beat me, the guard at the door, and you." Ian stood in front of Resa, looking indifferently at the distraught old man in front of him.

"This guy is very powerful, don't underestimate him." Resa supported Ian's shoulders and stood up enduring the numbness of his muscles: "It's not a small price to underestimate him."

Reza kissed the boy's brow lightly, his face was full of tenderness and satisfaction.

"Your Highness, thank you for saving your life."

Ian turned his head to look at the handsome face close at hand, and smiled slightly: "Welcome to make a promise with your body."

"Of course it's okay," Resa blinked, "It's okay to have a lifetime promise."

Yarman roared in front of him: "None of you should even think about going out today!"

Resa looked indifferently at his father who was about to lose his composure. Alman had been a prince all his life, and he probably never thought that he would be defeated so far, or that he would be defeated by his son.

Reza took a step towards him, but Yarman pushed back, the crutch in his hand slipped uncontrollably, and brought down the old man who was no longer young at the same time.

"Are you afraid of me?" Resa tilted his head and quietly looked at the person sitting on the ground, his thoughts drifted to nowhere: "In the past, I was very afraid of you."

"So Feng Shui turns around." Resa squatted down and looked at Yarman at the same level: "What you did to Lin Feng and Bellamy, you have to pay back."

Arman murmured a few times, but finally did not speak.

Reza stood up, took Ian into his arms and walked in front of himself, the smaller one who was standing motionless.

"I'll show you something fun," Resa pointed to the dull-eyed boy in front of him: "This is me when I was a child!"

Seeing the other party's puzzled expression, Reza explained: "Arman copied it in my image, but it's a pity—"

Reza held the boy's minibus and raised his head. His eyes were quiet and peaceful, as if he was looking at himself in the past: "It's empty under the skin, it can't speak or think, it's just a puppet."

"You're not." Ian raised his head and said seriously to Resa.

"Yes, I'm not." Reza smiled and pulled Ian away from the door.

The sun was just right outside, and the air after the rain was fresh and pure. Looking at the scenery in front of him, Resa couldn't help but feel moved.

"What's wrong?" Feeling that the people behind him didn't keep up with him, Ian turned around suspiciously.

Resa smiled mysteriously, knelt down on one knee, and took out a small box from his pocket: "Mr. Ian, I am willing to marry the man in front of you. day?"

Ian thought for a while: "Who is that man?"

"Reza Corax."

"Very good," Ian readily took out the rings, and put them on himself and Reza respectively: "Yes!"

Three months later, the Yarman family issued an announcement that Resa Yarman was officially removed from the family, and he no longer had any relationship with the Yarman family.

In a certain corner of the galaxy, Resa lay leisurely on the recliner in the first officer's lounge of Yehun, enjoying the music quietly.A strong body fell on Resa's body suddenly, the man with his eyes closed was not surprised at all, and took advantage of the opportunity to hug the young boy on him into his arms.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" Warm lips fell on Ian's forehead, and Ian blinked: "I want to be a hot air balloon."

As he said that, the communicator on Ian thought twice, and a collapsed expression was projected on the holographic screen: "Master Captain, do you still remember that you have a pirate ship? Do you think about going back to your own ship for two days?" ?”

"I'm going on my honeymoon tomorrow."

"...You have been here for almost two months, can you tell me when it will end?"

"Soon," Ian said with a serious face, "It's over when I come back this time."

"...You said the same thing last time."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying?" Resa said impatiently on the communicator: "The captain is not here and the first mate is still there. Think about how I supported the night hunting." After finishing speaking, he hung up the signal.

Keeping the communicator aside, Reza stroked Ian's soft belly one after another: "It is said that you haven't had a new life for several years?"

"Yes, the sheath is contacting the Empire's underground genetic engineering."

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome." Resa raised the corners of his lips, turned over and pressed Ian under him: "Maybe I can solve this problem."

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