Scrap iron abo

Seeing Chuqiu for the first time, z888 felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Not long ago, z888 was still alive in the rose-colored culture fluid, trying to curl his fingers and count from one to five, and then from five to one.There are constantly jumping light spots on the ceiling, and there are a few flying insects that don't know whether they are real or not. They occasionally land on the bulletproof glass cover and look at him curiously.

The air in the glass cover is not stuffy, and the culture fluid is gentle amniotic fluid, making it difficult to fortify.Many times z888 tried to raise his arms and break through the barrier above his head, but unfortunately he always lacked perseverance, so it was in vain.

His motor function seemed to be completely destroyed, and his body became a pile of scrap iron.Sometimes he even longed for a cleaning robot to scoop him up and mash him up and bake him again.

The funny thing is that whenever alha, who came to record the values, freezes in front of him, he always writes in a "swipe" and says to the people around him with satisfaction: "This is a baby."

What baby?Are you kidding or lying?

z888 is proficient at pretending to be asleep, even his breathing rate is rigid, but every time he pricks up his ears and hears this sentence, he still can't help laughing——

Fortunately, he was unwilling to reveal the fact that he "lived" ahead of time, so he held back his mouth and avoided the fate of being choked by the culture fluid.

Sadly, his little tricks didn't always work.

Before long, he was sweating profusely because of the increasingly stinging glands in the back of his neck, and had to slowly open his eyes in front of the experimenters.

"z888, welcome to this beautiful world!" The experimenter looked at each other in surprise, quickly opened the glass cover, put one hand on the box, and said excitedly to him.

Z888 did not meet his gaze, but chose to continue to look at the ceiling, seeing that the pile of light spots began to expand, crowded, and collided with each other, eventually blackening all his vision.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes full of confusion, then he turned his head and thanked the experimenters shyly.

After a series of tests, z888 successfully passed the assessment.

Of course, he racked his brains midway, barely hiding the aching flesh on the back of his neck—he didn't know why, anyway, he did so subconsciously.

Probably because he subconsciously felt that the stranger with unknown purpose was more like his kind than the hypocritical researchers surrounding him.

After a period of turmoil in the oga conservation base, the "newborn" android oga has completely transformed into a high-quality product.

In front of the mirror, z888's hair was neatly combed behind his neck, revealing a full forehead and a handsome face as white as marble.His skin is very thin, and the capillaries under the skin can be easily seen, like a precious statue, fragile and precious.

At this moment, he was wearing a light gray shirt, paired with a dark blue suit and an expensive tie, and he behaved like a natural handsome man.

Before packing, the manager of commodity department came to confirm the inspection.He looked up and down a few times, and couldn't help but start to be amazed, and wanted to reach over and stroke the artificial man's face.

z888 stiffened his fingers, lowered his eyelids as thin as cicada's wings silently, bit his vermilion lips lightly with his white teeth, and did not move away.He let that disgusting and rough hand lick it like a poisonous snake, over and over again.

After curling up into the box, he hugged his knees, closed his eyes and tore off the tacky garland on the top of his head.The robot car with a simple program didn't know the importance, and it staggered to transport him to the destination. Z888 was dizzy. In order to divert his attention, he began to recall the instructions that Alha had given him before he left.

Those people said: "You should be grateful to your alha just like you are grateful to God who gave you a second life. You should be grateful for everything he has given you, whether it is preferential treatment or punishment."

z888 raised the corners of his lips sarcastically.When No.30 rubbed his left cheek touched by alha seven times, and almost broke his skin, he thought calmly: If he can't live in peace with that "master", he might as well die with him.

As a result, his destructive thoughts disappeared shortly after meeting Chu Qiu.

The first is because the profile of this person is too familiar—even if z888 dug

I couldn't think of where to see him.

The second is that Chu Qiu is really quite different from his imagination.He is neither hypocritical, nor cold and lustful, but like a spring breeze, warm and not stressful.

Alha's knuckle fingers grasped his slender wrist, and after helping him out of the box, she whispered "Thank you", and lifted his chin with her knuckles.

Z888 raised his head, sniffing the milky smell of alha close at hand, his Adam's apple couldn't help shaking, he was so nervous that he was almost lactose intolerant.He wasn't sure if he would bite the other's lips if this alha kissed him forcefully.

Surprisingly, alha did not make such a faux pas.He just turned his head sideways, touched the edge of the neck ring with his fingertips, and after a "beep", he easily opened Oga's neck ring with authority, and threw it into the trash can with a "bang".

z888's tense jawline suddenly loosened. Alha observed for a few seconds, didn't continue to touch him, and retreated to a safe distance, and asked him to sit down on the sofa.

"You're sweating so much, do you want to take a bath?" Chu Qiu glanced at the sweat on his forehead and asked with concern.

z888 secretly thought that this might be a soft policy?So he pretended to be confused and shook his head slowly.

"Okay." Chu Qiu didn't insist anymore, got up and walked to the wall, poured a glass of pure water, pushed it across the table, and asked softly, "Name?"

Z888's nerves were still tense, but he pretended to be extremely cute, tilting his head in a contemplative state.

After a while, he glanced at the trash can not far away, and cautiously announced his stamp number. "This string of lucky numbers is very valuable." He imitated those people's tone and showed off.

"...That's not what I asked." Chu Qiu laughed when he heard the sound, shrunk his long legs that had no place to rest, shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's good if you can't remember the past. So now, what do you think?" Want a new name?"

According to Chu Qiu's explanation afterwards, "Zuo" is a surname that he randomly picked at the beginning of z, and "Lin" refers to Qilin, the legendary beast of auspiciousness.

"After all, you emphasized that you have a lucky number." Chu Qiu nodded his neck cleanly and said with a smile.

Zuo Lin was actually unwilling to relax his vigilance against the enemy.He felt that Chu Qiu, as an alha who could sit in such a high position in the central government, was mostly pretending to be kind.

But he was so tired.

For the next two days, whether it was the scent of soap that overflowed when Alha brushed his hair and passed by him, or the fragrant aroma that had not yet dissipated after he locked the bathroom door, he could make his nerves tense into thin strings and "boom" " Relaxed.

About four or five days later, Zuo Lin gradually became familiar with the room, and Chu Qiu also picked up his laptop after chewing toast one morning, expressing that he needed to go back to work.

After a long period of time, let alone being forced to mate, Zuo Lin didn't even see Alha's face twice.At the beginning, he was so cautious that he only wanted to stay in his own room. Only when the butler knocked on the door to deliver the food would he poke his head out and carefully take the plate.

After a long time, he became more courageous, so he learned to wander around in a small area indoors, and occasionally watered Chu Qiu's pile of precious plants.

For nearly half a year, Chu Qiu never returned home.Later, Zuo Lin couldn't hold back, and made all kinds of insinuations, and then learned from the housekeeper: Mr. has several properties in the new district. The reason why this decoration is the latest is because the owner of the house hardly comes back to live.

"The last time, sir, I heard that you were going to be sent here, so I arranged for someone to clean up the house. I was also transferred not long ago to take care of your daily life." Beta Butler explained respectfully.

At first, Zuo Lin resisted Chu Qiu's going home, thinking that being a lonely canary would be nice.After all, as an owner-owned oga, although he can't go out at will, fortunately, Chu Qiu never meant to cut off his contact with the outside world. The network in the room has always been smooth, enough for him to slowly collect outside information in the study.

But there was no news from the other party for a long time, and he gradually began to feel restless.The previous shower gel bottle in the bathroom was empty, and the housekeeper replaced it with a new scent, Zuo Lin

Smelling the orange smell on my body, I always feel that something is wrong.

Even though he has only been in contact with him for a few days, is it true that Alha's attraction to him is so great?Zuo Lin didn't want to admit it, but he subconsciously knew that this was actually the inevitable result of those experimenters modifying his genes.

One night it was too cold, he even sneaked into the master bedroom and stole a small blanket from the bottom of the box to cover it up, barely quelling the restlessness that lasted for several days.

He wanted to know more and more who the blurred profile and back figure in his dream were.Is it Chuqiu?Or is it just my own "sense of déjà vu" at work?

When the rainy season came, one day, Zuo Lin was distracted thinking about it, and accidentally watered too much.The water dripped out, dripping all over the floor, and even wet Zuo Lin's trouser legs.It didn't take long for the fragile flower to wither completely.

Because of this, the owner of the house, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came back for the first time!

At that time, Zuo Lin was squatting beside the flower with his head hanging down, his cheeks puffed up, half of his face was propped up in distress, and he couldn't help sighing.Suddenly, a long shadow enveloped him.

He raised his head, and found that Chu Qiu, who had obviously just finished the meeting, was standing next to him, covering the sun that he hadn't seen for several days.

Alha was wearing a plain dark gray suit, the buttons were unbuttoned, and half of the cuffs were rolled up, revealing the forearm covered with thin muscles, releasing hormones unconsciously.He was holding a bag of seeds in his right hand, his eyes under the lens were full of red threads, and his eyelids were half drooped lazily, staring at the withered yellow flower, he didn't speak for a long time.

"First, sir, aren't you..." Zuo Lin sprang up, stuttering and talking before standing still, showing a timid and timid posture.There are still red marks on his face that are pressed by the palm, which looks a little funny.

Chu Qiu turned his eyes to stare at his face, sighed suddenly, interrupted his apology and said, "Forget it this time, I will punish you to plant a new one."

After finishing speaking, he gently placed the bag of real seeds that he had obtained so hard in the palm of Oga, looked into Oga's eyes, touched the withered yellow leaves and said warmly: "But you have to take care of this body. It would be too much to drown alive." It hurts a bit."

Zuo Lin responded in a hurry.Chu Qiu nodded, wrinkled his brows depressedly, and said to himself: "...Fortunately, I can't see it, otherwise I would be sullen for a few days."

He said the last sentence very quietly.If it weren't for the two of them standing side by side very close, and Zuo Lin's excellent hearing, they might not have heard this sentence at all.

Zuo Lin let out a "huh", fiddled with the seeds in the bag with his fingers uneasily, and kept in mind the new name that appeared in Alha's mouth.

It's so intimate, Zuo Lin thought, it turns out that the husband is also worried about offending anyone.

That person is oga?Like me, is it also a product packaged and delivered by someone else?

What 悕...is the name given by Mr. himself?

Zuo Lin looked down at the pot of dead flowers blankly.

It was clearly sunny, but he suddenly felt drenched by the rainstorm.

Not only that, but there are soft thorns on his body that are not prickly but hard to ignore.The vines planted on the heart are suddenly not so emerald green, and the overwhelmed leaves are very rebellious, and they will fall down with the gravity.