law of courtship

The refitted fd150 is as violent as its appearance. It is speeding along the airport expressway. The engine is roaring and the momentum is breathtaking, just like the other name of this pickup - Raptor.

Song drove fast, but very steadily, and Zhilan's airsickness did not reappear. After feeling better, he secretly looked at the three strangers present with his big round eyes.

Dr. Yu, with gray hair and a golden frame, is similar in style to Grandpa Mao, which made him feel quite friendly.The assistant is an ordinary middle-aged male, whose appearance and temperament can be classified into the category of "passerby".

The most special thing is of course Song in the driver's seat. Zhilan is like a primary school student who has just been bullied by a senior classmate. He wants to find out the details of his "opponent", but he dare not make it too public. He can only secretly look at the back of the bully's head.

Long hair, big, wild, fierce.

This is Zhilan's first impression of Song.

"I'm really bothering you today, Song, if it wasn't for your car, the luggage wouldn't be able to fit." The assistant's words interrupted Zhi Lan's thoughts.

"It's okay, drop by." Song glanced at the rearview mirror lightly, still speaking concisely, as if it would take a lot of effort to say one more word.

Only then did the assistant remember that he was going to make an introduction to the guests who came from afar, and hurriedly spoke up to enliven the atmosphere:

"Mr. Zhilan, this is the chief researcher of our Bazhou Institute, Dr. Yu Qing, and I am his assistant. My surname is Liu. You can contact me for all your needs in the institute from now on."

Zhilan had never participated in such a social occasion before, her lips murmured for a while, and she didn't think about how to answer, and finally said in a low voice: "Hello."

The clear and immature young voice is like whipped cream, sweet but not greasy, soft and sticky, passing over the eardrums, the itching can go from the ear canal to the apex of the heart.

Song glanced at the rearview mirror again without leaving a trace, his fingers clenched the steering wheel loosened, and he moved his index finger twice, seeming to be quite happy.

Xiao Dou knew that the introverted Zhi Lan couldn't bear this kind of situation, so he took over the conversation naturally:

"Thank you. I am Zhilan's nurse. My name is Dou Dou. I will contact you as a contact person in the future. If you have schedule arrangements, you can directly notify me."

"Definitely, we will arrange the best accommodation and food conditions for Mr. Zhilan. You don't have to ask for anything, even though you tell me that the five major research institutes are all one family."

Assistant Liu and Xiao Dou chatted enthusiastically, and Zhi Lan continued to secretly look at the long-haired uncle in the front row.

When the other party turned his head to look in the mirror on the right, a strand of bright red hair appeared in the messy black hair, as if it had been carefully dyed.

Zhi Lan was a little puzzled. Hair color and eye color are important basis for distinguishing between humanoid species and native humans. It can also be judged from details such as nails, skin color, ears, etc., but it is not so obvious.

There is an unwritten unspoken rule in human society. Except for performers, few native humans dye their hair. Black hair and black eyes are a symbol of the noble status of native humans. They don't want to be treated as aliens.

Why did Song dye her hair?Or, he is also some kind of rare humanoid species.

Zhilan was thinking about something, unconsciously staring at the strand of red hair for a long time.

When Song glanced at the rearview mirror again, he caught Zhilan's sight. He freed up a hand to smooth his long forehead hair, and the bright red was immediately hidden in the black hair, as if it had never appeared before. .

Song raised his eyebrows, and his thin, lotus-colored lips lifted slightly, with a hint of playfulness.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at its destination.The architectural styles of the Bazhou Research Institute and the Huaxia Institute are basically the same, with blue and white as the main color, and low buildings with pointed roofs. The appearance of each building is different, revealing a cutting-edge post-modern style.

"Song, it's enough to get here. You can go to work first, thank you very much." Assistant Liu greeted the security guard at the entrance guard of the research institute. The metal gate opened, and the courtyard was lush with vegetation, and the sound of gurgling water could be heard.

"Okay," Song replied unceremoniously, pulled the handbrake, and got out of the car to help them with their luggage.

After everyone got out of the car, they encountered a new problem——Zhi Lan fell asleep.

"Xiao Lan, wake up, we are here." Xiao Dou stepped into the car and patted his cheek lightly.

Zhilan experienced more than ten hours of long-distance flight, and was dizzy due to airsickness. He didn't close his eyes all the way, and finally fell asleep. How could he wake up so easily?

The sleeping little blue-haired smacked his lips, breathing gently, but his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes stretched, as if he was in some grotesque dream, and a small shadow fell from his thick eyelashes, making his pale cheeks look more translucent .

Seeing Zai Zai sleeping so soundly, the breeder Xiao Dou felt soft-hearted, and couldn't bear to wake him up again, so he had to discuss with others: "How about you help me carry my luggage, and I'll carry him in?"

"No problem," Assistant Liu had just finished speaking and was about to pick up the suitcase when he was stopped by a slender and powerful arm.

"I'll hold him, and you each carry a suitcase."

It is rare for Song to utter such a long sentence, coupled with his deep voice, every word is irresistible and domineering.

Xiao Dou was a little confused. Although Zhilan was thin, he was still a 19-year-old boy, heavier than the two suitcases combined. The uncle driver looked cold, but he didn't expect to be so enthusiastic and quick-hearted.

"You don't need to bother, thank you, he fell into a deep sleep, just let me hug him." Xiao Dou declined politely.

"I'll hug him," Song Yan succinctly emphasized again, and without waiting for Xiao Dou to react, he handed a suitcase handle into his hand, leaned over and stepped into the carriage to carry Zhi Lan out.

Song embraced the sleeping Zhilan, strode towards the door, and took advantage of the opportunity to shake the weight in his arms, his brows gradually frowned:

I heard it is a national treasure, why is it so light?Huaxia Institute is the head of the five major research institutes, can't even raise such a pup?

After finally satisfying the weird idea of ​​"holding a national treasure with my own hands", Song is a little distracted:

This little cub is soft, with a faint fragrance on his body, like the first ripe cherry on a branch in early summer, sweet and tender, wishing to gather the softness and fragrance of the whole spring on himself.

Is this what it feels like to hold a national treasure?

It's okay, it's a good hug.

Zhi Lan was jolted slightly with his steps, her tender cheek rubbed against the button of her shirt, and a red mark was rubbed against it, which was a little painful.

The little blue fur in his sleep thought he was being held by the breeder, and burrowed into the other's arms in an absolutely dependent posture, trying to avoid that hard thing.

Croissant is not a careful Xiao Dou, he didn't notice this detail at all, and still walked with big strides.Zhi Lan couldn't bear it anymore, she pouted her lips in protest while half asleep and half awake: "Xiao Dou...my face hurts."

The originally clear voice was soaked in sleepiness and became hoarse and soft, like a cheese candy wrapped in glutinous rice balls, which made Song's originally steady pace mess up the rhythm.

Such a precious and delicate brat is quite difficult to raise, it's wrong to blame Huaxia.

The assistant led them to the pre-arranged residence, motioned Song with his eyes to put them on the bed.

Song moved his fingers, grabbed Zhilan's shoulders and legs, bent over and gently placed him on the bed sheet.Zhilan, who was used to being hugged, still firmly grasped his collar, muttering "walnut... drink", and refused to let go no matter what.

Xiao Dou smiled awkwardly and explained: "He drinks a glass of walnut milk every night before going to bed, it may be a conditioned reflex."

"Go and get it," Song kept leaning over, holding Zhilan in his arms, tilting his head and watching Assistant Liu with his eyes.

"We also have it here, wait a minute, I'll go to the logistics side to get it!"

Assistant Liu walked out of the room quickly, and returned seven or eight minutes later with a cup of warm walnut milk.

Song took the glass from Assistant Liu, put one hand on Zhi Lan's back, lifted his upper body, and then handed the glass to his mouth.

Zhi Lan's small nose twitched twice, smelling the familiar fragrance, instinctively opened her mouth to hold the rim of the cup, and sipped the warm milk in small mouthfuls.However, drinking milk while sleepwalking is too difficult, and Zhi Lan choked after taking a few sips.

He pushed away the cup and coughed violently, woke up after coughing and coughing, looked at Song in front of him with a confused face, his big eyes were full of moist mist.

Song was even more confused than him. For the first time in his life, when he experienced raising a baby, he encountered Waterloo—the baby choked on the milk.

At the critical moment, a professional breeder had to be on top. Xiao Dou walked quickly to the bedside to pat Zhilan on the back, took a tissue to wipe away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes, and did not forget to turn his head to appease the bewildered Song:

"It's okay. Birds belong to humanoids and their throats are more developed in the front, so it's easy to choke. Just pat it."

Song Sansan withdrew her hand, stood up and said goodbye to them: "I'm leaving first, goodbye."

Zhi Lan just woke up from a sleepy cough with flushed cheeks. He still hasn't figured out what's going on in front of him. Why did he see the fierce long-haired uncle giving him...

breastfeeding? ? ?

The author says:

Father Song: I heard you care about my vest?Come here, I'll take it off for you to see.

Little Blue Hair: Parrot, no???

Note: Huaxia—Huaxia, Bazhou is not Brazil, it is about the same as Bashu (hot pot + rabbit head?) This is an overhead world of Chinese people all over the world, don’t get too deep into it, hey