the castration plan

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when Baymuir woke up.

Lu He actually left breakfast for him, a toy polar bear sat upright on a seat in the dining room, and the handwriting on the small beige square brick in the kitchen perfectly looked like a copybook: "The buns should be steamed in a pot, and the eggs cannot be steamed." Warm it in the microwave."

This is obviously a wrong prediction, as lazy as Bemuir, where will it be re-heated.

After swallowing a whole meal, Bemuir leaned against the door frame of the balcony and quietly watched Lu He's gardening treasures.

The Egyptian blue water lilies and Indian red water lilies he raised are really beautiful. The disc-shaped flowers sprinkled with gold are radiating stars, and the huge land even covers the mouth of the pot, which shows how gentle and thoughtful the people who cultivated them are.

He was lost in thought for a while, and then dialed the headquarters: "Get me Dr. Shen Lu."

The man in the holographic projection is wearing a white lab coat. His appearance is surprisingly similar to Shen He's, but his facial contours are softer, like Beta.

"Xi Lu! Is everything okay and smooth for you in China?" Shen Lu looked at him in surprise, with endless words in his eyes.

"Have you fixed Blue Blood Seven?" Bemuir didn't blink his green eyes, obviously not intending to greet him at all, "I hope you removed that stupid emotional center truthfully, you ask two questions The inhabitants of the entire hemisphere would think it was stupid."

Shen He also appeared in the projection, he looks like Shen Lu's more handsome and masculine twin brother, he is a size bigger in every respect, he lowered his head docilely: "Yes, teacher, I'm next I will come back to you in a few weeks."

"Oh, I'm so happy." Bemuir twisted a lock of brown soft curly hair around one finger, his eyes were always full of smiles, looking at Shen He deeply, sweetly and obsessively, with mature and possessive With the passion of desire, two seductive lips whispered softly, "You have no idea how much I miss you."

The honest Shen He fell into the trap completely and blushed immediately.

"Oh! Dr. Shen, this is what you mean by successfully removing the emotional system? It's great!" With a light and thin sneer, Baymuir seemed to have heard a bad joke, expressing extreme disgust and exhausted.

"I just need a smart man with accurate guns, a weapon, and a dog, do you understand? Excess emotion will only become a weakness. He can change my inducer one day, and rescue my prey tomorrow, good name It said to persuade me to change my ways, do you understand? You will ruin everything! What are you doing?" Baymuir was furious.

"It's not like this, Xilu, listen to me, you, you know I can't hurt you." Shen Lu took a long breath, "I just want him to not only protect you, but also understand and take care of you .Because you have been exposed to too many dark things. I know that you are evading the pursuit of Interpol every day in fear. There must be a big mental problem, you know you already have mild to moderate bipolar disorder..."

Baymuir smashed directly at the button, cutting off the communication.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu He came home suddenly, and walked over worriedly.

He happened to see Baymuir lighting his cigarette angrily, the smoke coming out of his nostrils like fangs.The lack of pigment in the skin was terrifyingly waxy, and the knuckles of his hands were red with anger.

Baymuir opened the refrigerator and held a large glass to mix pineapple juice. The joy of soda with ice cubes might have a slight soothing effect.

He closed his eyes and slumped in the easy chair, his hands and feet spread out like starfish, his legs crossed over the armrests of the chair, the upper part of his spine stiff and aching from the anger.

"What's the matter, Xiaolu?" Lu He put his hand on his forehead and asked softly, "Have you got a fever again?"

"Snapped"!

Baymuir swung the back of his hand and hit him, and his well-proportioned and powerful legs also kicked over, kicking him in the middle of the waist, extremely arrogant and unreasonable.

"It's fine if you don't feel uncomfortable." Lu He stepped back a little, accustomed to this temper without a barometer, and picked up the crushed paper cups and a few pieces of crooked milk bottle broken glass that Bemuir threw everywhere. , looked at his depressed lips and two indifferent eyes, and said after a while, "Let's have dinner together tonight, what do you want to eat?"

These sudden upheavals of attitude, like a polar storm, threw Baymuir into turmoil.

He is a death row prisoner, and he should have jumped off the abyss of crime alone, but the faint stars of love on the happy blue sky sweetly made him helpless. Want to fall into the arms of the person you like, and whisper sweet words in his ear all night, the kind of sincere joy that is dreaming is terrifying.

"No, I have a date tonight." In the end, reason prevailed, and Bemuir held his head up, with the arrogant and mischievous expression of a little girl, "Or you beg me, maybe I can put you in line, number 999 Alpha man."

He purposely dragged the series of numbers very long, then relaxed his posture, and spread out his hanging palms slowly, exposing the underside of his thighs to the slit of his pajama pants. Lips are also glowing with a strange red light.He made the best coquettish appearance, like a contemptible whore, trying to make Lu He shrink back in disgust.

"Okay." Lu He's thinking time was surprisingly short, and he sat a little closer calmly, focusing on the lazy Bemuir, "The others will talk about it another day."

Baymuir stared at him with wide eyes in surprise at first, and the cap of the fountain pen he bit into his mouth broke in half. He had never seen Lu He's tough attitude in this regard.

He frantically hunted for words in his brain, and with a dizzy panic, he stood up and turned to walk away.

"So, can I invite you to accompany me now?" Lu He grabbed his wrist, looked up slightly, and smiled tenderly at him, "Today is my birthday."