The whole universe is worried that the general will get a divorce

In the early morning of the next day, before the sun was shining on the ground and there were no pedestrians on the road, Carlos greeted his silly lieutenant Antonio with some helplessness.

At that time, he had just opened the door, and before he saw the sun in the sky, he saw Antonio squatting in his garden, trying his best to shrink his 1.8-meter tall man into a ball.

He didn't even shrink out of a shape and didn't say anything. He poked the ground with his fingers and muttered something, but he didn't know what he was talking about.

Carlos glanced at him, then looked at Xiao Hua who was poked down by his finger, and was poked down again before he could stand up.

He searched in his mind, and found that this flower was the lightest and heaviest among the many rewards given to him by His Majesty the Emperor Freire——

The never-falling flowers of the planet Gamael.

It is said that it only blooms once every few hundred years, and it is rare to see it in the interstellar with an average age of more than five hundred.

Because many people have never seen it bloom, so it was named Bukai.Later, it seemed that it was changed to Buluo because it was ugly and not suitable for recommending to others.

Uh, Carlos frowned and thought about it, it seems that Buluo is not so pleasant.

But it doesn't matter if the name sounds good or not, Jingui is really Jingui.

This flower has been growing in his garden for 100 years, and now let alone the flower bones, even the leaves have not been found, they are bare and grow like grass.

It took 100 years for this flower to grow like this. It is delicate and difficult to survive. It really shouldn't be tortured by his lieutenant general.

So he sighed and called out, "Antonio, what are you doing squatting there? The flowers I raised are almost killed by you."

Carlos originally just wanted to attract his attention, but Antonio immediately trembled when he heard his voice, and his whole body shook like chaff.

Before he could understand what he said that scared his lieutenant general, Antonio rushed forward with snot and tears.

Carlos was taken aback by this. Just as he was about to escape, he saw Antonio's aggrieved expression like a puppy abandoned by his master, weak, helpless, and pitiful.

Carlos struggled a little in his heart, paused, and was hugged firmly.

To be honest, he really wanted to throw Antonio off.

His adjutant didn't know the severity of the attack. Although he was a little shorter than him, he was still an adult male alpha. If he rushed over like this, do you know how much impact he would bear?

Just by embracing him, Carlos dared to judge that his adjutant's relationship was not going well, and the blind date he found for him last time was of no use.

Which omgea could bear this kind of bear hug, it would have been hugged to death long ago.

What's more, Carlos only likes to hug his wife, and he doesn't want to hug anyone other than his wife, let alone being hugged.

The thought of throwing Antonio down rolled over and over again in Carlos's mind, but in the end he suppressed them all.

There's nothing he can do about it, whoever taught him that this lieutenant general is a bit stupid, but after all, he is one of the few people who treats him sincerely.

"Okay." Carlos patted Antonio on the back, motioning him to shut up, "It's just a few words, you don't feel tired, take your hands away, I'm almost out of breath."

"Ah", Antonio was stunned for a moment, and quickly let go, "General, general..."

Before he could finish speaking, Carlos interrupted.

"I have something to say in the room," Carlos squeezed his wrist, and then stretched his muscles.

How old is he? After all, he can't compare to these half-grown youngsters. He really can't stand this kind of cruel embrace.

However, Antonio is not too small.

Carlos glanced at him again, "He's 150 years old, and he's not a child who hasn't grown up. It's not embarrassing to hold his boss and cry in broad daylight."

Antonio sniffled: "Ah..."

Alas, it looks even more stupid, Carlos sighed silently in his heart.

Although Antonio repeated those few words over and over again, without speaking incoherently, and knew how to cry, he still understood what Antonio was crying about.

After all, it was the last time Lard used his optical brain to send him a message, but he didn't stop Lard.

This is actually not to blame Antonio.

In order for him to have a full vacation almost all year round, Carlos unilaterally blocked the optical brains of Freire and Lard after taking the wedding leave, and blocked the people close to them by the way.

Under such circumstances, it was perfectly normal for Lard to find Antonio and force him to hand over his optical brain without being able to contact him.

It's a pity that Antonio obviously doesn't think so, otherwise he wouldn't be squatting at the door of his house early in the morning, not even daring to knock on the door.

It is estimated that according to the brain circuit of his lieutenant general, it is right for him to swear to protect the light brain and prevent Lard from succeeding.

But how is that possible?Lard is an old fox that he has to weigh. Isn't it normal that a child of more than 100 can't beat Lard?

Thinking of this, Carlos turned his head and glanced at Antonio who was standing still, "Aren't you coming in?"

……

When Carmen returned home, the black and heavy curtains had not been opened, and the early morning sunlight was firmly blocked out, without a single ray of light passing through, and the whole room was pitch black.

Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for ordinary people to move an inch, but Carmen did not turn on the light, but stood at the door and got used to it for a while, until the furnishings of the room became clearly visible to him.

He put down the things in his hands, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then turned around and walked all the way to the sofa.

As expected, Lalder was lying on the sofa at this time, with his eyes closed, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

For so many years, the Interstellar Alliance has been advocating the equality of people, but the top executives of the governments of various countries are, without exception, held by spiritually awakened people.

As the leader of Anbu, Carmen is no exception.

Even in the dark, he could clearly see Lard's gray eyelashes, which were long and dense, like delicate and beautiful butterflies.

This kind of description is actually not inconsistent at all when applied to Lard.

Compared with General Carlos' cold and hard face and Emperor Frere's handsome face, Lard's appearance can actually be said to be beautiful.

Especially the moment he woke up, when those gray eyes opened, they were so beautiful.

But only for a moment.

I don't know if it's because birds of a feather flock together, but no matter how different the emperor's and his three's looks are, and how good-looking they are, they all have an aura of calmness and prestige.

Teach people not to look at their faces face to face, let alone comment on them.

If it was really mentioned earlier, he, Carmen, would probably be the only one who felt from the bottom of his heart that Lard was born beautiful rather than handsome.

But this is his sincere words. He still remembers the day when he first met Lard, and he appeared in front of him like a god who descended suddenly.

Such a good-looking man is completely different from him who is dirty and looks pitiful and ridiculous.

In fact, at that time, his focus was a little crooked.Otherwise, how would you think a person who is killing people looks good?

Perhaps it was from that day that he was destined to embark on such a ridiculous path.

As the saying goes, people die for wealth and birds die for food. There are many people in the world who die because of money and power and then blame them on beauty. But he is lucky. superior.

Not only is it planted, but he is also the one who delivers it to the door.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Lard was able to handle him so well, and they couldn't communicate with each other for a long time.

But what's the use of thinking about it?

Can he deceive others, and can he deceive himself?

In the end, he was just a poor and ridiculous liar, who was not qualified to be loved like this in the first place.

Carmen twitched the corners of her mouth, smiled lightly, and then prepared to lift up the quilt that Lalder had dropped.

But before he could make a move, someone scooped him up and fell into someone's arms.

Lalder closed his eyes, leaned on the sofa, wrapped Carmen's waist with one hand, and pinched the back of his neck with the other hand, "Is it all over?"

"Well," Carmen responded, and adjusted her posture, "Why don't you go to bed and lie down on the sofa?"

Lalder shrugged, and said indifferently: "Forget about the time until you finished your work, I thought it would be better to wait for you on the sofa, but in the end I fell asleep."

Carmen responded, "Oh."

Then there was no sound, and the room fell into silence again.

It's always like this, Carmen thought, it's always like this, they embrace each other in the most intimate position, but they have nothing to say, nothing to talk about.

He didn't like it, not at all.

Really.

In the silence, Lard slowly said, "The same sentence, do you have anything to say to me?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Carlos: The moonlight is so beautiful today

Eagle: Huh?

Carlos: I like you