Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

News.

"What the hell am I thinking?"

Morun covered his eyes with one hand, and deleted the unopened message directly.

He had to free himself from the "curse".

Now that you've made up your mind, don't hesitate.

Thinking this way, Mo Lun put Feng Qiwu's name "Jack" on the blacklist.

As night fell, the imperial capital began her enchanting nightlife again.

Feng Qiwu swayed to the door that he had just gone to yesterday, and pushed the door open without any hesitation.

It was still a group of demons dancing wildly, and it was still full of alcohol.

Feng Qiwu passed through the dancing crowd, his dark eyes searched for the person he wanted to see in the dazzled body.

Unavoidably being touched by someone, Feng Qiwu only frowned, turned to the other side, and continued to look for Morun.

He thought that someone had accidentally touched his waist, but soon, when that hand touched his buttocks again, Feng Qiwu showed anger—the younger brother said that if a stranger touched him casually, it must be right He has evil intentions!

The bald man who took advantage wailed, his right hand was folded in half, and hung by his side at a distorted angle, and he heard the sound of killing a pig.

The music stopped suddenly, and the dancing people were stunned by this scene without warning.

"Oh my god, he killed someone, he's going to kill someone!" The man whose hand was broken screamed, "Hurry up, arrest him quickly, I'm going to sue him!"

Feng Qiwu looked at the man expressionlessly, took a piece of paper and wiped his hands with some disgust.

The stewards in the bar have heard the news quickly. Although it looks like a small bar, the forces behind it are very imaginable.

When the steward saw the bald man, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he squeezed the beauty in front of him.

"Hurry up, come someone to heal Minister Rieger's wounds, where's the person?" The steward winked at the people around him.

Lige is also well-known in the imperial capital - famous for his lust.

The Healing Bot worked great, and his arm was attached quickly, but it will take a while to heal fully.

With a strip of cloth hanging around his neck, Lige walked towards Feng Qiwu aggressively, ready to use his other good hand to grab Feng Qiwu's clothes, but an unimaginable scene appeared——

Feng Qiwu gently raised his hand, and the index finger and middle finger pinched Lige's wrist precisely. With a little force, the crisp sound of "click" was amplified hundreds of times in the hall where the needle could be heard.

"Ah!" Rieger screamed like a pig butcher again.

At this time, the people brought by Lige also arrived, surrounded him one by one, and some surrounded Feng Qiwu.

"Tie him back to me, and see if I don't kill him!" Lige cursed fiercely, and his subordinates began to prepare to deal with Feng Qiwu.

The steward wiped off his sweat, and couldn't even fake a smile.

Even if the boss is powerful, he wouldn't offend the high-ranking officials and regular customers of the imperial capital for someone he doesn't know, right?

He's not going to care.

"Hey, I suggest you take care of it." The bartender moved closer to the steward.

The steward frowned, "Do you have any background?"

"This...the background is hard to say, but I can guarantee that if there is a fight, many people will die at this time." The bartender touched the repaired neck with sympathy.

The steward's expression became serious, "Do you need to call the police?"

If someone dies, that's a big deal.

The bartender hesitated for a long time, and seeing that a fight was about to start, he still whispered something in the steward's ear.

"He belongs to the Duke of Moron, and he was taken away by the Duke of Moron last night. According to my observation... well, he will not fall out of favor in a short time."

The steward's face changed drastically, and he immediately rushed up as if his butt was on fire, and stood in front of Feng Qiwu like a hero, with his chest raised and his head raised, full of momentum: "Come on, get rid of this guy from the management committee who is messing with the guests!" !"

"what?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, watching a good turnaround.

After the well-trained subordinates in charge sent Minister Lige, who kept cursing, out of the gate, he put on a respectful smile, bowed to Feng Qiwu, and said, "It's our oversight, you must bear with me. , drinks are free tonight."

The people around had already seen the mystery at this time, and they were secretly speculating how amazing the background of this beauty in red would be.

But as the protagonist of the matter, Feng Qiwu knew nothing about it.

As if he wasn't the one who was almost besieged just now, Feng Qiwu continued to look for the person he wanted to see in the crowd.

"What are you looking for?" the steward asked.

Feng Qiwu stopped and said, "Do you know Mo Lun?"

It really is the Duke's man!

The steward clicked 1 likes for his wit, and replied, "Master Morun didn't come here today."

"Oh." Feng Qiwu felt lost, "Then do you know where he lives?"

The steward wiped away his sweat secretly—living in the palace.

But no matter what, he dared not reveal Morun's identity easily. If Morun wanted to say it, he would naturally say it.

"This... I don't know, but Master Morun will come here on the tenth of every month. Today is on the second. You can wait until the tenth." The steward said.

Feng Qiwu left without saying anything more.

He came to the hotel he had just left this morning.

"I want to book a room for last night." Feng Qiwu said.

The same waiter, after seeing Feng Qiwu, said with a smile: "Sorry sir, it's a privately booked room for a long time, you can change it."

"What about the one next door?" Feng Qiwu asked.

"Sorry, there is only one vacant room on the lower floor, and the others have been booked." The waiter said.

"Just that one." Feng Qiwu chose the next best thing, although he was not satisfied, but there was no other better choice.

After entering the pupil membrane, Feng Qiwu said before leaving: "If he comes back, can he inform me?"

The waiter hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said with a smile, "If I'm still here, I'll definitely tell you."

The message will be left on the intercom device in the room, exclusively for guests and waiters to communicate.

"Thank you." Feng Qiwu said.

The waiter blinked at him, then extended his thumb: "Come on."

What oil?

Confused, Feng Qiwu moved into his "new home."

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (6)

Every morning, Feng Qiwu would send a message to Mo Lun on time, but nothing would ever come to fruition.

He was very worried about Morun, just like he was worried that his brother would be bullied, and he was anxious and impatient.

"No, something must have happened to Mo Lun!" Feng Qiwu finally made up his mind to find Mo Lun one evening.

As a genius who was able to create Smart One on his own, Feng Qiwu didn't take long to crack Morun's terminal firewall and rushed in to find news about Morun.

In his whereabouts records, he found that Mo Lun was on the "Planet of the North". He went to a certain garden area yesterday and went to the Beiling Military Academy the day before yesterday.

It turned out to be travel.

Feng Qiwu was a little relieved, and planned to leave a message directly to Mo Lun on the interface, but saw a few recent exchange messages in vain.

The content is very common, but the information itself is enough for Feng Qiwu to understand something.

He immediately called up Morun's contact list, searched it from top to bottom, but couldn't find his name.

In the end, Feng Qiwu found the messages he sent in the trash can, which were kept in the same state as when they were sent, without any trace of opening.

Likewise, he saw the lone "Jack" dragged into the blacklist.

It was the first time Feng Qiwu knew the pain in his chest, and he sat in front of the light brain for a long time in a daze before silently exiting from the Morun terminal.

He forgot to clean up the traces.

At the same time, Mo Lun also visited his mentor and the principal of Beiling on the northern planet, and returned to Emperor Star.

In the past few days, he occasionally thought of Feng Qiwu, and his mood was still calm.

Is it really a momentary mood throbbing?

It will be able to reach Emperor Star that night, Mo Lun closed his eyes and rested.

When his terminal rang, the airship had landed in the tunnel.

"My lord, I'm sorry to disturb you."

Morun looked at the face on the light screen that shouldn't appear in his contacts, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The head of the security department said respectfully: "We detected that your terminal was hacked two hours ago by two people. He checked your whereabouts, trash can, and contact list."

Morun was startled, his terminal was already the highest level of defense system, yet it was invaded silently!

but……

"Just checked those things? What about the information and encrypted files?" Moron asked.

"There are no traces, it should be just that," the security minister said.

Something flashed through Mo Lun's mind, he stood up suddenly from the sofa, and said in a deep voice, "What did the other party invade through? Can you find out the location?"

"Sorry, we haven't found it yet, we will do our best to track down the intruder, don't worry."

Mo Lun thought of a person, only he could hack into his terminal so directly.

The suppressed emotions surged again, and Morun sat down again with his forehead supported, and said, "There is no need to investigate."

"Well, no need?" Finally, the Minister of Security was a little surprised.The royal family attaches great importance to the privacy of the terminal, and it is impossible not to trace it.

Moron repeated: "I know who it is, stop chasing him."

"Well, if you insist."

"Also..." Moron paused, then calmly said, "I don't want more people to know about this."

Especially his imperial brother.

He didn't want anyone to interfere with Feng Qiwu's matter.

No matter how stupid he is, Feng Qiwu should have found out that he deliberately dragged him into the blacklist, right?

How will he react?Are you angry?fury?Question him?or something else?

The driver's voice interrupted Moran's thoughts.

"My lord, where are you going tonight?"

Mo Lun said without thinking, "Go back to the palace."

The driver said, "Today is the tenth."

Opening his eyes, Mo Lun's mood was suddenly disturbed and anxious, and he felt an indescribable sense of emptiness—it was the tenth of every month again, a day that seemed like a nightmare to him.

After a while, Moren said, "Go to the old place."

"Yes."

The car turned a circle in the sky and drove straight in the other direction.

Mo Lun pushed open the door of the bar, and as soon as he entered, he was greeted by the steward.

"grown ups."

The steward bowed deeply, then bent down and approached Moron, and reported to him what happened during this period in a low voice.

"He comes every day?" Moron was a little surprised.

His eyes passed through the crowd, and he easily saw the figure with his back facing him in the quiet corner.

As if his heart had been grabbed by something, Morun was angry, puzzled, helpless, and secretly delighted.

"He said he was your friend, so I didn't stop him." The steward said.

That bar is exclusive to Mo Lun. Although he likes to relax in noisy places at night, he doesn't like to be disturbed.

Mo Lun said softly: "I see, you don't need to worry about him."

Although he knew that he should turn around and leave, and never see Feng Qiwu again, Mo Lun still couldn't help walking through the crowd towards the upright but lonely figure.

I only met Mo Lun once, and we spent only a few hours together, but Feng Qiwu was already able to tell who it was from the sound of footsteps.

With a glass of seaweed-green wine in his hand, Feng Qiwu paused while shaking the glass, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

"I heard you were waiting for me."

Mo Lun sat on the high stool beside Feng Qiwu, put one arm on the bar, and looked at him sideways.

The tone was neither close nor distant, without the cordiality of the first meeting.

Feng Qiwu knocked on the table and said, "Eight glasses of wine."

The bartender hooked his lips towards Mo Lun, and said casually: "Your friend drinks the same wine here every day, eight glasses each time, no more, no less, just right."

Those were the eight glasses of wine Moran had given him when they first met.

Soon, eight glasses of bright and different colors of wine were placed straight on the table, and Feng Qiwu put down the empty glass in his hand and looked at Mo Lun.

With a pair of black phoenix eyes, with persistence and innocence, he said very seriously: "I invite you to drink."

Mo Lun did not refuse, with a flirtatious look on his brows, slightly raised the corners of his lips, picked up the first glass of dark red wine he invited Feng Qiwu to drink, and put it on his lips to sip.

The sweet and sour taste is mixed in the mouth, and it is hot to the heart along the throat.

"Why did you invite me to drink?" Mo Lun looked at the other party with deep eyes.

Feng Qiwu's voice was a little soft: "I didn't intend to take advantage of you. When I woke up the next day, you couldn't find it. You didn't give me the chance to invite you."

It took three full minutes for these words to be translated by Morun into something he could understand.

Mo Lun felt incredible, carefully collecting evidence: "You think... I am because of this reason?"

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes, looked down at his hands, and said, "You are angry, you have dragged me into the blacklist, and you don't want to continue to be friends with me. I was very happy that night, so I accidentally ignored it." You also need the same care from your friends... It's the first time I drink alcohol and make friends for the first time. I don't know how to make you happy. If I don't do well, you can tell me, but don't do that..."

He is very sad.

That's right, that kind of feeling is sadness, even if his younger brother had a baby with another man, he never felt so uncomfortable - after thinking for a long time, Feng Qiwu finally realized that it was the feeling of being abandoned.

Moron was completely stunned.

But the bartender who heard all this was laughing out loud——

"Hahaha, how can there be such a lovely beauty in the world? Emma made me laugh so hard!"

But Mo Lun didn't find it ridiculous at all. Instead, he felt mixed feelings and rushed towards him.

He was ready to be questioned and accused, but the answer Feng Qiwu gave him was beyond his imagination.

Compared with Feng Qiwu, Mo Lun felt that he was such a despicable and dirty person.

He found that the cup in his hand weighed more than a thousand catties, like a burning flame, which made him unable to hold it firmly.

"Friends don't care about gains and losses."

Mo Lun stretched out his hand, and gently pinched Feng Qiwu's chin that was almost lowered to the collarbone.

Feng Qiwu seldom had physical contact with others, and he didn't like being touched, but the feeling of being touched by Morun's fingers was not annoying, so he didn't refuse.

Mo Lun's fingers moved up from his chin, stroked Feng Qiwu's face a few times, and then retracted.

"I'm not angry, I don't blame you, and I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye."

"Really?" Feng Qiwu asked suspiciously: "But you got me on the blacklist, and you still don't read the messages I sent you."

"I just...have some serious things to do."

Moron slowly made up a white lie: "For some reason, I can't let more people know that I am friends with you. When I do certain things, your news will affect me, so I Just temporarily clear them out of sight."

The clumsiness of this kind of lie made even the bartender despise it.

However, what makes the bartender feel that the world is full of evil is that Feng Qiwu easily accepts it.

Not only did he fail to expose Morun's clumsy lies, but he was relieved and asked with concern, "Do you need my help? I'm very good."

Morun didn't change his face, stared at him with those bewitching affectionate eyes, and said with a smile: "I've already solved it, and I will be free for a while, so I can show you around."

Feng Qiwu's eyes instantly lit up twice, that's great!

"The imperial capital is not fun at all. I have been walking up and down along the main road these days, from morning to night, and then sit here for a while, and then go back to sleep."

Feng Qiwu quickly betrayed himself completely.

Mo Lun drank the glass of wine and said, "There are actually many interesting places in the imperial capital."

"Yes, I found one."

Feng Qiwu's eyes crooked with a smile, and a small toy was conjured out of the baggy clothes like magic.

He waved it in front of Morun like offering a treasure, and said, "It's fun.

Looking at the red rattle in front of him, Morun finally couldn't help laughing.

"Where did you get it? A baby store?"

Toys for little dolls!He never knew that Feng Qiwu was so lucky.

"It seems to be." Feng Qiwu nodded, stuffed the rattle into Mo Lun's arms, and said generously: "Although I am very reluctant, I still give it to you."

Morun really took it or didn't take it, he couldn't laugh or cry: "But I don't have a child."

"There will be some in the future!" Feng Qiwu said.

"You will, too."

"Probably not."

Feng Qiwu pursed her lips, "Xiao Feng'er said that being pregnant with a baby will be very tiring and hard, and it will still hurt when giving birth. I am afraid of pain, so I don't want to have a baby."

"Give birth to a baby?"

The bartender covered his face with his hands and opened his mouth wide. What did he hear?

Mo Lun was also stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on Feng Qiwu's lower abdomen involuntarily. He thought of the child of Feng Changmo and Feng Qitong, but to be honest, he never doubted that the child grew up from a gene petri dish. of!

"You can... get pregnant?"

"It should be possible." Feng Qiwu rubbed his belly and said, "Both my brother and I are fine."

Mo Lun didn't know what expression to make, but in the end he could only hold Feng Qiwu's hand, move it down, and stop at the correct position.

"The place you touch is the stomach, and the baby will not fall in the stomach."

"It turned out to be like this." Feng Qiwu said in amazement: "The people I studied can't have children. It seems that I will study myself someday!"

Moron: "..."

"Moron, you are so smart!"

Moron: "..."

He really felt that he couldn't afford Feng Qiwu's praise!

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (7)

After Mo Lun and Feng Qiwu discussed the child's problem, the bartender was already laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

Over the past few months, Mo Lun has come to this bar almost every few days, and the people he brings are different each time, but everyone Mo Lun takes a fancy to is well-behaved, petite, and understands people's hearts , like a clever little fox.

Only Feng Qiwu in front of him has a very unique personality and temper. Although he looks cold and arrogant when he is not speaking, his innocent and silly nature is completely exposed when he speaks.

Mo Lun rubbed the red rattle with his fingers and said with a smile, "Then I will accept it."

The corners of Feng Qiwu's mouth curled up like melting snowflakes.

"It's too noisy here, let's move to another place."

As Mo Lun said, he stood up and stretched out his left hand, spreading it out in front of Feng Qiwu.

Feng Qiwu didn't quite understand what this meant, and looked at Mo Lun with puzzled eyes.

"Give me your hand if you want." Morun's voice was soft, like a lover's whisper.

For some reason, Feng Qiwu suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart - this feeling was very strange and unique, but he knew it very well - he liked it very much!

The two hands overlapped up and down, tightly fitting and intimate.

Morun tightly held the fingers resting on the palm of his hand, and the cold touch made him frown slightly: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Feng Qiwu took Mo Lun's hand and shook it back and forth a few times, "I don't know, it's been cold since I was a child."

"People with cold hands..."

Mo Lun stopped talking, and hid the remaining half of the sentence - people with cold hands are even more distressing.

But it's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't.

After leaving the bar, Mo Lun did not take Feng Qiwu to other places with bright nightlife in the imperial capital, but went directly back to the hotel next door.

Seeing the two people coming together, the waiter secretly gave Feng Qiwu a thumbs up, thinking at the same time, these two guests are indeed lovers.

"I live downstairs from you." Feng Qiwu said to Mo Lun in the elevator.

Mo Lun already knew everything about Feng Qiwu's recent situation, so he knew his residence well, but he still looked surprised and said, "That's great, we live very close."

When the elevator reached the floor where Feng Qiwu was, Mo Lun let go of Feng Qiwu's hand.

Walking to the door of the elevator, Feng Qiwu looked at the empty hand suspiciously, then at Mo Lun, and asked, "Aren't you going with me?"

"I'll go up and change," said Moron.

"Then I'll wait for you in the room, see you later." Feng Qiwu got out of the elevator with a smile, and waved to Mo Lun with a naive gesture.

When the elevator door was about to close, Feng Qiwu pressed another paw on the switch and forcibly opened the alloy door.

"What's wrong?" Moran asked.

"Do you like tea? Juice or coffee?"

Feng Qiwu grabbed the long hair in front of him, looked at Mo Lun expectantly, and said, "You like drinking tea, don't you? The tea I make is delicious, and it can be served with the fancy snacks I made. Don't try it?"

To be honest, Feng Qiwu is not good at juice and coffee, he sincerely hopes that Mo Lun doesn't like that kind of drink.

Mo Lun couldn't help being teased by Feng Qiwu, and said softly: "Yes, I like drinking tea, especially black tea. It would be even better if there are snacks, thank you."

Great that he has the same hobbies as mine!

A lamp lit up above Feng Qiwu's head, he was cheering in his heart, but his face only showed one-tenth of his heart--but this one-tenth was enough for Mo Lun to see him Mood.

Opening the room that hadn't been occupied for more than a week, Morun knocked on the door, leaned against the door, closed his eyes for a while, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fengqiwu, Fengqiwu, Fengqiwu...

His mind is full of this name and this person all over the world, Feng Qiwu's words and deeds and even every tiny smile are lingering in his mind, he has a feeling of being addicted to love——

"I am done."

When these words were blurted out naturally by the murmur, Morun slipped from the door with his hands covering his face and knelt on the ground.

"The most special thing in the Keldenton family's genes is not the inheritance of a strong foundational force, but love at first sight."

Morun has heard this sentence from the royal family uncles more than once, even he heard his father say it - but his father fell in love with more than one woman or man, so Morun never They all took this sentence as a joke.

But he saw Feng Qiwu.

The joke became him.

It doesn't matter, it's just emotional, maybe if we get to know him deeply, I will find that this person is not as simple as he shows, and he is not as unique as he is now that fascinates me. I will treat him a little lighter every day, a little lighter every day, In the end, I will definitely become strangers to him.

Mo Lun planned everything for him and Feng Qiwu in just a few minutes, changed into a set of loose and comfortable home clothes, and left the room.

When he came to Feng Qiwu's room, the other party had already prepared a coffee table with tea and snacks.

The magnificent room was filled with the light tea fragrance. Mo Lun hadn't studied tea, so he couldn't help being attracted by the refreshing smell at this moment.

Feng Qiwu also changed his clothes. The pure white wide-sleeved gown trimmed with gold thread made him more elegant. The waist seal vividly outlined the thin and flexible waistline. Added a bit of charm.

The teapot is very small, and the teacup is also matched, and the lotus is printed and dyed in the white glaze.

Mo Lun knelt down on the cushion opposite Feng Qiwu and watched Feng Qiwu carefully and skillfully cook tea and pour water.

"Are you from a family in ancient China?" Mo Lun asked.

"You can say that."

Feng Qiwu put the teacup in front of Mo Lun, and said: "The Feng family is a big family in Zhongweng City. I have checked the records of the Galaxy Empire, and the Feng family should also have our blood. But the Chinese survivors of the Galaxy Empire are not The essence of culture has not been passed down.”

Mo Lun picked up the teacup, sniffed the aroma, and said, "It seems that you have inherited the essence."

"I am the son of Feng's parents, and all these are things I must learn." Feng Qiwu said.

He put a small flower cake that was just made this afternoon on a small plate, and handed it to Mo Lun: "Taste it, there are blue irises in it."

Moron picked up a petal and put it in his mouth.

The fragrance is wrapped with a slight sweetness, which dilutes the astringency of the tea in the mouth, and it melts in the mouth. It is so delicious that people want to swallow their tongues.

"How is it?" Feng Qiwu was a little apprehensive.

Mo Lun sighed: "I'm afraid I will never be able to eat food from the cake shop from now on."

It means it's delicious!

"I'll make it for you in the future." Feng Qiwu put a small cake from the big plate into a small plate, and pushed it to Mo Lun.

"What kind of life did you live before?" Moron asked.

Feng Qiwu didn't think about it, and said: "From the time I can remember, I have to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, classical poetry and books, family etiquette, as well as ancient martial arts and biological sciences. Knowledge of code design and warship manufacturing and piloting... There are still many, many, until my brother and I leave the family."

Mo Lun can no longer describe his admiration for Feng Qiwu in words - he is called a genius, and he has never learned one-tenth of Feng Qiwu's!

Much to his surprise, "Did you enjoy learning that stuff? Haven't you done anything else?"

"Some like it, some don't like it, but it's easy to learn them all. What are the other things?"

Feng Qiwu propped his chin, blinked his eyes, and suddenly lit up: "Does raising a younger brother count? This is my favorite thing to do."

Speaking of Feng Qiwu, he opened up the chatter box, and was so excited that he almost danced: "...Little Feng'er grew from a small white jade dumpling to a big white jade dumpling, all thanks to me! I still remember when I just At the age of 11, I carry this milk doll to the laboratory every day, and I have to go to see Xiao Feng'er after doing experiments for a while, and he will cry if he doesn't play with him! It's so pitiful to cry!"

"That time I carried Xiao Feng'er to the laboratory bench, and Xiao Feng'er defecated, ruining the whole program, and almost made the bearded tutor almost have a heart attack!"

"Little Feng'er is obedient and smart..."

While Feng Qiwu was talking, Mo Lun just listened quietly with a smile, sometimes interjecting a word, but most of the time, he just watched the subtle changes on Feng Qiwu's face, which could make him feel the other person's mood changes easily. expression.

"...Xiao Feng'er is with someone else and gave birth to a baby, but he didn't tell me before..."

Speaking of this, Feng Qiwu felt somewhat overwhelmed.

Mo Lun had already sat beside him at some point, and said with a light smile, "He is your younger brother, and he will leave you one day."

"Xiao Feng'er and I have made a hook. Even if we are together with someone else, we will buy a house opposite each other, and we will never be separated for the rest of our lives."

Feng Qiwu refused to admit that he was abandoned.

Mo Lun rubbed Feng Qiwu's hair distressedly.

He really wanted to ask: You have said so much, it is all about your younger brother, but what about you?Have you ever lived for yourself?what do you like?What don't you like?He finally understood why Feng Qiwu had such a naive and ignorant mind. It turned out that in Feng Qiwu's life, he was always associated with experiments, and his contacts were limited to his younger brother.

"Your brother's name is Xiao Feng'er, so what's your name?" Mo Lun asked.

"My name is Dafeng'er." Feng Qiwu said, "But very few people call me that. I used to be my mother. After my mother passed away, only my father remained...but now my father is gone, and no one has heard of this name for a long time. mentioned."

"Da Feng'er...Da Feng'er..."

Mo Lun murmured the name in a low voice, his beautiful eyes stared at Feng Qiwu's reflected eyes.

"In the future, can I call you that?"

Boom, boom, boom!

Feng Qiwu found that his heart started beating wildly again.

"Well, of course. You're my good friend."

"Big Fenger."

"Ok?"

"Big Fenger."

"Ok?"

"Big Fenger."

"..."

"Gene experiments are very troublesome and time-consuming. If you want the gene of a certain alien animal to enter the body and become a hereditary gene, it will take 20 or more years of experiments..."

As Feng Qiwu spoke, he felt his shoulders sinking, and his neck was slightly itchy with his slight breath.

"Moron, Moron?"

Feng Qiwu gently shook Mo Lun's body, and the latter had already fallen asleep.

"Is it that boring?"

Feng Qiwu began to reflect, and was just about to wake Mo Lun up, but felt a little bit reluctant to part with his warm body temperature.

Since his younger brother left, it had been a long time since anyone was so close to him - many people wanted to kill him, and many people were afraid of him, and he himself didn't like those people.

Moreover, the faint tiredness on Mo Lun's brow made him a little bit reluctant to wake up this person.

Pulling over the blanket that was stacked next to him, Feng Qiwu skillfully covered Mo Lun's body, letting him change into a comfortable position and lean against his arms.

Then, Feng Qiwu turned off the lights controlled by the terminal, took the pillow and put it behind him, relaxed and leaned against it, and fell asleep not long after.

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (8)

Morun's sleep was not stable. If it weren't for the long-distance travel and the overwork and exhaustion brought about by his psychological burden, it would be difficult for him to fall asleep in an unfamiliar environment.

When I woke up, the sky was just getting bright, and the curtains cast a dark color on the room.

He soon discovered that the posture was too intimate for him - he was lying on Feng Qiwu's lap, his head only needed to be turned slightly to the side, and the tip of his nose was brought to an inappropriate place.

Feng Qiwu leaned against the pillow folded by the pillow in a crooked and uncomfortable posture, her red lips were slightly parted, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

Mo Lun got up from the opponent's body. Although he had deliberately slowed down his movements, he still underestimated Feng Qiwu's vigilance.

A pair of black eyes opened suddenly, and Feng Qiwu's eyes were full of guard, but when he saw Morun reflected in his pupils, the guard turned into joy, and then into confusion.

Apparently he had somewhat forgotten how Moron slept in his room last night.

"Sleep in a different position, or your back will hurt."

Mo Lun bent down and brushed a mischievous strand of black hair away from Feng Qiwu's face.

"Not too sleepy."

Feng Qiwu yawned, propped himself on the carpet to get up, and immediately felt a chilly soreness in his waist.

"hiss--"

Mo Lun quickly supported Feng Qiwu's body with his eyes and hands, seeing his face wrinkled into a ball, with one hand still supporting his waist, he immediately understood.

"Yesterday you should have woken me up."

Mo Lun pressed Feng Qiwu's waist, skillfully relieving his muscles that had been stiff all night.

"I called you, but you didn't wake up." Feng Qiwu squinted his eyes, and said: "Wake him up when Xiao Feng'er is asleep, he will beat people!"

The distance between the two was very close, Feng Qiwu naturally leaned on Mo Lun's shoulder, relaxed his body and obediently cooperated with each other's movements.

Morun froze slightly, then changed the subject and said, "Do you have something to do today? If you're free, how about I go to some interesting places for you?"

"Okay!"

Feng Qiwu rolled his eyes—Mo Lun is so kind!

"After meeting Xiao Feng'er, I will introduce you to him."

To be honest, Mo Lun didn't intend to get to know Feng Qitong, not only because from Feng Qiwu's description, he could easily draw an image of an old fritter that was completely different from Feng Qiwu's innocence, but also because Feng Qitong can make Feng Changmo obey him just because of Feng Qitong's hostile identity.

Feng Qitong's methods and mentality are not indomitable.

Although Morun didn't plan to do anything to Feng Qiwu so far, he didn't want any unexpected changes between him and Feng Qiwu.

Mo Lun thought of a way to get the best of both worlds, without arousing Feng Qiwu's suspicion, and without having to meet Feng Qitong face to face.

"If you have enough time, would you like to take a trip with me to another planet?"

According to Mo Lun's understanding of Feng Qiwu, he should not refuse.

In fact, Feng Qiwu's thoughts are very easy to guess, as long as you bring in the child's thinking, you can follow the clues to grasp his preferences.

Sure enough, Feng Qiwu's eyes lit up, and his waist straightened up: "Another planet? Shall I go with you?"

"Yes, just the two of us, would you like to?" Moron asked.

Feng Qiwu