Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

The bright moon was in the sky, and from time to time a cloud drifted past, either completely covering it, or revealing half of its face.

Bright and dark, deep and shallow.

Jialan stood on the open-air balcony, wearing a light-colored nightgown, holding a goblet filled with amber liquid in her hand.

The wind gently brushed his long smooth hair, and the watery moonlight sprinkled on the soft and charming face, giving people an ethereal feeling.

On a peaceful night, the shadows of the trees flicker, and everything is silent.

However, Jialan's heart was not so peaceful - it all came from Feng Changmo who had dinner with him a few hours ago.

Yes, many years ago, when he was rescued by Feng Changmo from hunting and fleeing, he fell in love with the youngest marshal of the empire.

Even if iron and blood are ruthless, in Jia Lan's eyes, it is also the quality that a real man should have, which makes Feng Changmo look radiant and unique.

Feng Changmo has a precious son who is very outstanding. Although his appearance is similar to Feng Changmo's but not in appearance, he also has a sense of sight that makes people know "oh, they must be the real father and son" at a glance.

"I think Xiaoli's mother must be a beautiful woman."

When Jialan said such words, her heart was filled with envy, not jealousy.

He is the head of the Frank family, so he naturally has his own pride and dignity, which makes it impossible for him to be jealous of a person who gave birth to a child for Feng Changmo and is no longer alive.

Even that person, he got Feng Changmo before him.

The long-term contact and Jialan's step-by-step methods have slowly drawn the relationship between him and Feng Changmo a lot.

Feng Changmo never mentioned his wife, but he didn't mind mentioning his son.

It seems that his son is everything to him.

But his mind is as clear as blue, how could he not see that Feng Changmo's heart reaches out for the "woman" who gave birth to him, that kind of unspeakable affection?

Feng Changmo lowered his eyes to cover the abyss-like black pupils without any impurities, which made him look very gentle.

"Xiao Li is very similar to him."

He only said one sentence, which was the only sentence Jia Lan heard about his ex-wife.

In Jia Lan's eyes, Feng Changmo is actually a very gentle person.

Although the aura exuding all over his body and the cold expression make it difficult for people to get close to him, but once he is divided into the circle of "friends", a wonderful chemical reaction will occur.

"I think my feelings for you are not as simple as friendship."

Jia Lan has never confessed his love before, but he is not timid, and he is also moved and excited by the result that will happen after the confession - no matter what the ending is, he needs Feng Changmo to know that he likes him.

Feng Changmo only looked at him indifferently for two seconds before giving his answer.

"Xiao Li is still young, I don't want to talk about it."

At that time, Feng Jianli was only seven years old.

Jialan smiled unpretentiously, and said: "I'm glad you didn't say you don't like me, I can wait until when you think Xiaoli can live independently and won't be affected by his parents' marriage, then we can talk about it." Marriage is about marriage."

As Mr. Jialan, who talks and laughs in the negotiation field in the vertical and horizontal business world, he has absolute conversation skills. He knows how to make the other party less defensive, has the greatest affection for him, and knows how to get along with others.

Even if he confesses, it won't make Feng Changmo feel embarrassed towards him.

However, he set up a trap, and Feng Changmo said shamelessly, "I really don't like you."

Click.

The invincible Jialan felt struck by lightning.

"But I don't hate you." Feng Changmo made a timely rescue.

Jia Lan touched her heart, said with a low smile, "You really... make me want to stop."

Many people felt that Feng Changmo was an irresistible man, including the aristocrats far away in the imperial capital, they all regarded this young man who held great power as a treasure to be chased after.

There is even a saying in the imperial capital - "When you can let Marshal Feng take another look, you can prove that you are really attractive."

A cold man, a rich, powerful, beautiful and dangerous man, is like a mandala with poison, which makes people intoxicated.

"I don't mean to force you, I just want to tell you that I am not satisfied with just being your friend, I can wait."

Jia Lan flipped the page lightly, but he knew that from then on, in Feng Changmo's heart, he was completely different from others no matter whether he was good or bad.

Yes, he was going to be that very different person.

"So, don't be strange to me, it will make me sad."

Under Jia Lan's deliberate emphasis, Feng Changmo was indeed still the same as before, treating him like an ordinary friend, neither close nor too alienated.

The main home of the Frank family is in Emperor Star, and similarly, the head office is in the most prosperous business district of Emperor Star.

Jia Lan has a certain amount of control, and will meet with Feng Changmo every once in a while, perhaps for afternoon tea, or for some business issues between the Frank family and the military.

Slowly infiltrate, slowly influence.

Jialan is like a patient hunter, he uses himself as bait to catch the man he likes bit by bit.

At Feng Jianli's coming-of-age ceremony, Jia Lan presented a limited edition 3S whirlwind of the Frank family.

Feng Jianli liked it very much, the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and said, "Thank you Uncle Jialan."

Jia Lan liked this child very much, and he even accompanied Feng Jianli for a while.

"As long as you like it." Jialan said with a smile.

Feng Jianli was like a little adult, his ears were slightly red and he whispered: "If you want to be my father, I don't mind."

After speaking, he left in a hurry without being polite.

Jialan's heart, which had been silent for a long time, thumped, like a seed breaking through the ground, sprouting after the rain.

He never thought that he would get his son's approval before Feng Changmo's approval!

Overjoyed, Jialan invited Feng Changmo to dance under the bright lights.

He hugged his shoulders, mixed with elegant and beautiful pure music, leaned over and whispered, "Your son said that he doesn't mind me being his father."

Feng Changmo took a wrong step and stepped on Jia Lan's foot, but quickly regained the most appropriate step.

As soon as the dance was over, Feng Changmo's black eyes showed a deep apology, which was especially precious to him who rarely showed his emotions.

"Sorry," he said.

"It's ok."

That was all he could answer.

However, that day was like opening Pandora's box, so that Jialan could no longer lie to herself—he wanted to get Feng Changmo, especially.

The soul that thought trembled.

One piece and one relaxation, the Huairou route has been passed, so it is natural to speed up the pace.

From then on, Jia Lan changed from her restrained attitude when facing Feng Changmo, and instead asked him every time she saw him, "Marshal Feng, when will you marry our country?"

In fact, over the past few years, Jialan has learned more about Feng Changmo, and she has more admiration than love, and gradually, she also takes it as a half-joking, half-serious opening statement.

When Jia Lan knew that Feng Changmo was also on Red Saturn, he was very happy and invited him to his home as usual.

"I saw a boy who looks very similar to you, but his face has much more expressions than yours." Jialan fiddled with the food on the plate, jokingly said: "I thought he was your illegitimate child gone."

Of course, this is impossible. According to Feng Changmo's calm temperament, it is impossible to have an illegitimate child, not to mention that Nan Jing was born and raised on the planet Solo.

Feng Changmo's knife and fork made a sound on the plate.

"What kind of person do you think that child is?"

Jia Lan finds it a bit inconceivable that Feng Changmo would care about an irrelevant boy.

However, Jialan replied very seriously: "He is very enthusiastic and cute, and he helped my nephew—well, he is Jane Ante's younger brother."

Feng Changmo put down the tableware, picked up the napkin at hand, and wiped it on his lips, "I'm done eating, take your time."

Jia Lan didn't take this episode to heart, and after he finished dinner, Feng Changmo said without warning: "Jia Lan, would you be willing to marry someone who has no feelings?"

Feeling something, Jialan put down the after-dinner tea in her hand, "Why do you ask that?"

Feng Changmo's expression was no different from usual, still so cold and inviolable.

However, his words were like a depth bomb that exploded Jialan's heart——

"I've done emotional deprivation experiments, about the direction of love."

The emotional deprivation experiment is no stranger to Jialan, because in this experiment, there is the participation and support of the Frank family.

This experiment is prohibited from being used by hospitals, and only the military department, and only the military department, has permission to use it.

Jialan has seen those emotionless man-made machines. They are not afraid of life and death, have no scruples, and are indifferent. Other than that, they are no different from ordinary people.

But on Feng Changmo, Jia Lan found it too difficult to accept!

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

Jialan could hardly find her own voice.