law of courtship

After Zhi Lan cleaned up the kitchen and came out holding the eggs, she found that there were guests at home.

Milena turned her head from the sofa and called him affectionately: "Honey, I'm here to see you."

Zhilan's hand tightened unconsciously, grabbing Danding's neck hair, the big white cat scolded him a few words, jumped off the ground and quickly slipped away.

"Sister...Sister, why are you here?" Zhi Lan was at a loss for what to do.

Milena handed the bouquet to Zhilan, and touched the top of his hair distressedly: "I heard from Lao Yu that you have begun to divide. Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"No...no," Zhi Lan avoided her scorching gaze, shrank her neck awkwardly, and glanced at Song on the other side of the sofa from the corner of her eye.

As he expected, Song's face was surprisingly ugly, like the bottom of a burnt pot, which was at risk of cracking at any time.

Zhi Lan secretly raised her hand, and made a "four" to him, the fourth of the family rules, don't get angry casually.

Song said nothing with a sullen face. He only knew that Zhilan's parrot beak was comparable to a crow's beak, but he didn't expect that he also had this function.

What I said not long ago, "When did you see her come?" is now fulfilled.

This female bird came with bad intentions, what is a "future husband"?

Song pinched his finger bones with a crackling sound.

"How's life here? Did Lao Song bully you?" Milena started the cloud raising cub mode, and was enthusiastically concerned about the current situation of little blue hair.

The other party's attitude was kind and gentle, Zhilan gradually relaxed, and whispered, "Uncle is fine."

Milena blinked: "Did you feel something different from before? Is it... a sign of differentiation?"

Zhi Lan's face was full of question marks: "What is the precursor of differentiation?"

"For example... the canine teeth become sharper, and some parts become thicker and larger..."

As soon as Milena spoke halfway, she was thrown into the study by Song by the back of her neck.

Song slammed the door hard and warned her with a black face: "Don't say this in front of children."

Milena was not convinced, and confronted him with staring eyes: "I am discussing common sense of physiology seriously!"

Milena is indeed concerned about Zhilan's physical condition. In the process of gender differentiation, there will be some obvious precursors——

The alpha's canine teeth and x organs will develop again, and the height and physique will grow rapidly. In addition, the muscles will gradually become firmer, and the body hair will increase in various parts.

The omega is affected by hormones, the skin becomes more delicate and smooth, the genital cavity develops rapidly, most of them will have frequent mild abdominal pain, and the body will also slightly widen the pelvis in order to cope with the future reproductive process.

These are the basic contents of the physiological enlightenment course. In Milena's view, it is not a pornography at all, but it touches Song's sensitive point.

It's not that Song doesn't want Zhilan to know about it, but he doesn't want an outsider to talk about it, which makes him feel that his territory has been violated.

"Why do you care about this?" Song frowned displeased.

Milena stared at him for a while, and the corners of her mouth curled up playfully: "I still want to ask, why are you so nervous?"

Song tried his best to suppress his anger, and said lightly: "You men and women are different, it is not convenient to discuss too private topics."

Milena had a smirk on her face, and deliberately prolonged the sound: "He is my 'fu-coming-husband', why is it inconvenient?"

"Ridiculous!" Song couldn't help choking: "The research institute is doing stupid things, and you also join them?"

Milena saw some clues from his overly nervous reaction, and raised her eyebrows: "Wait, you won't..."

Song straightened his shoulders and pushed his overly long hair behind his ears: "What's the matter?"

"You don't want to rob me of your husband, do you?" Milena suddenly realized, her eyes curved and she smiled slyly.

"What a mess," Song said with deep eyes, "seriously, I know you and the institute are not on the same side, I will find a way to solve this matter, as long as you don't make trouble."

Milena smiled even more playfully: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, you and the old house here are on fire. Why, you want to 'compete' with me?"

Song didn't bother to pay attention to her implication, and said seriously: "You have lost too much, someone must stand up and break this shackle."

Milena was stunned when she heard the words, and her expression became serious: "He is from the Zilan family, he is different from us."

Song lit a cigarette and passed his lungs deeply: "I know."

"Are you sure you can protect him?" Milena looked suspicious.

Primitive humans have kept rare species in captivity in research institutes for many years, and a small number of opponents who advocated the spirit of humanitarianism have stood up and spoken out for the personal freedom of humanoid species.

However, it is far from simple to overthrow the status quo. This shackle is not only the shackles imposed on humanoid species by the outside world, but the product of internal and external echoes. It is themselves who really trap rare species.

Most of the rare humanoids are used to a life of getting something for nothing. They are proud of their high-level bloodlines, and think that being protected by the research institute is a dream benefit.

Once a few rare humanoids rebel for freedom, they will become the target of many parties. Even if they fight hard, they can only change their own situation, be expelled from the research institute, and be rejected by their own kind. It will be difficult to integrate into human society and cannot be changed. The whole environment.

Very few successful cases are limited to rare humanoids of A-level or below. So far, no S-level endangered species has escaped the control of the research institute, let alone a national treasure like the Zilan family.

Milena is deeply skeptical about this. An A-level blood like her will face many difficulties if she wants to "betray" the institute. How can the little blue hair at the top of the S-level fight against it?

"Give me a cigarette too," Milena poked Song's elbow with a worried expression on her face.

Song opened the cigarette case and shook, and said solemnly: "There will always be a way."

Milena took the cigarette and lit it, and skillfully exhaled the smoke ring: "I didn't expect that your granite Bodhisattva would also be able to move mortal hearts."

Song flicked the ash into the crystal jar on the table, and ignored it with a calm expression.

Milena seemed to think of something, she lowered her head and laughed twice: "It's too early for you to grab me now. If he is an alpha, do you think the institute will let him go?"

Song glanced at her coldly: "Stop joking, I know you're not interested in him."

Milena puffed out a puff of smoke and coughed twice with a smile: "Who said I'm not interested? I really like this kid. If you're willing to let him out, I'll take him back now."

In fact, she didn't lie, wanting to be a little blue hair's mother is also an interest, and she has a strong interest.

"Go ahead." Song put out the cigarette butt, turned his head to look at her with a warning in his eyes, and then turned and left the study.

Song answered a phone call and needed to go out to deliver goods temporarily. He looked anxiously at the sofa. Milena was pulling Zhilan to chat, from hair care to the taste of cereal. It would take a while to finish.

Of course Song was worried about leaving the two of them alone, the old man was very possessive.

"You come with me, and I'll take you back to the institute along the way."

Milena snorted lightly: "Go your way, I'll stay and talk to Xiaolan for a while."

"Don't talk about it." Song lowered his face.

Milena didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, turned her head to look at Zhilan, and continued the topic just now: "My sister taught you how to play with your mobile phone, okay?"

Zhilan nodded excitedly, then looked at Xiang Song with lowered corners of her eyes, begging him to let her sister stay.

Song saw Zhilan's moist eyes filled with anticipation, like a seven-inch snake being caught, he really couldn't do anything with the coquettish little thing, so he smoothed his forehead irritably, picked up the car keys and went out.

As soon as the parents left, the remaining two people relaxed a lot. Zhilan briskly ran back to the bedroom, took out his mobile phone and handed it to Milena:

"I haven't used it yet, my uncle has been refusing to teach me."

Milena pouted in disgust: "It's okay, old-fashioned, my sister will teach you."

Milena turned on the fully charged mobile phone and quickly downloaded a few apps for him. Seeing that WeChat was in the "installed" state, she opened it suspiciously, and found that a login prompt box popped up on the main interface, and she hadn't registered yet. It may be that the mobile phone was shipped from the factory. Bring your own.

"Xiao Lan, this is a commonly used chat software. I will drag you into the group chat of our Bazhou office. You can chat with everyone at ordinary times. What name do you want?"

Zhi Lan watched her operation eagerly from the side, and said in a daze, "I don't know either, why not... just call her Xiaolan."

"Okay," Milena cut out and took a look at the number of this machine, registered the account in a hurry, set up the basic information and name for him, raised the camera and clicked, and captured Zhilan's blank expression as the profile picture.

In the photo, the teenager has beautiful blue hair, milky white skin, red and tender lips like cherries, a pair of cat-sized eyes that are pure and moist, and is ignorant of worldly affairs.

Milena unconsciously smiled at her aunt, took out her mobile phone, and quickly completed a series of operations such as adding friends and pulling groups.

The group chat name of the Bazhou Research Institute quickly attracted Zhilan's attention——

【Six animals are thriving】

"Sister, what does this mean?" Zhi Lan tapped the phone screen.

Milena smiled awkwardly: "Cough...it means that all kinds of livestock and poultry are thriving, and I wish you all good wishes for many babies."

"Oh," Zhi Lan nodded: "Can I talk to you here in the future?"

"Well, you have learned pinyin, you can just type, and you can also post emoticons."

Milena wanted to download a few cute emoji packs for him, and after searching for a while in the emoji store, she actually found Zilan's q-version emoticon pack.

The name of the emoticon package is [Good Boy Little Blue Hair], and the author's signature: Little Blue Hair Support Group.

Milena was pleasantly surprised: "It's incredible, there is also a group of fans who support you to make emoji packs for you. Take a look, does it look like you?"

"I know this," Zhi Lan showed a shy smile, the bookmark Xiao Dou gave him was this little blue bird, not only that, many of his personal items had similar patterns.

As a national treasure, Zhi Lan actually has no concept of the number of his fans.

Due to Zhilan's precious bloodline, Huaxia Institute took good care of him and never allowed him to do business outside. At most, he would only take some daily photos and post them on the official blog to appease the fans.

Zhi Lan has never interacted with fans, he only knows that every year on his birthday, he will receive many gifts from all over the country.The research institute will carefully screen, leave safe and harmless gifts, and seize all letters. Naturally, he has no way of knowing how much fans love him.

Milena thought of something from this, clicked on Weibo, entered the full name of Huaxia Research Institute, found the official blog channel, and handed it back to Zhilan:

"Your fans are all here, more than 1000 million, baby is really amazing."

As the most popular "treasure of the town hall", the number of fans of Zhilan determines the number of fans of the official blog. The more than 1000 million, minus the odds, is the actual total number of the little blue hair support group.

Zhilan imitated Milena's hand gestures and flipped through the pages, and sure enough, he found a lot of photos of himself, from a point of view, probably from the hands of Xiao Dou.

"Is more than 1000 million a lot?" Zhi Lan blinked in confusion.

Milena knocked on his forehead: "More rice than you have ever eaten."

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