atlantis

Morris returned to the office and dealt with the work at hand as usual.His eyes were heavy, he stared at the data on the light screen coldly, his brows furrowed suddenly, his fingers supported his forehead, and he seemed a little upset.

Uncontrollably, the intimate scene between the two flashed through my mind from time to time...

Morris didn't mind at all, but it... was like a silent breeze, blowing circles of faint ripples in the calm sea of ​​glass.

Morris lowered his head, his indifferent face showed a rare emotion.

Cathy knocked on the door from outside to ask for instructions: "General?"

Morris raised his head, his handsome face was as indifferent and serious as before.He looked at Cathy who walked in, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

Cathy smiled and said, "Today is Friday, General. I want to leave work on time, and I have sorted all the documents. Do you need to send them over now?"

Cathy has assisted Morris for many years and is familiar with Morris' temperament, but she is not as afraid of Morris as others.

Morris thought for a moment, and the pale face appeared in front of his eyes again. He frowned, and his eyes trembled a little.

"Send the most important urgent documents, and the rest...will be discussed next week."

Cathy froze unexpectedly, it was the first time in so many years that she saw the general slow down the work at hand.But she quickly said calmly: "Yes, General. If there is no other order, I will go out first."

Morris nodded, erased all distracting thoughts in his mind, and focused on the light screen again.

After sending out the few urgent documents, Cathy went on to deal with other trivial matters, thinking about her husband whom she had not seen for a long time and her three-year-old daughter.She took out a photo frame from the drawer, and in the middle was a happy photo of herself and her husband hugging their daughter. She couldn't help but softly gazed at the photo with her fingers, lost in thought for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard a mechanical beep, and Admiral Morris walked out of the office early.Wearing a straight military uniform, with silky blond hair and a very indifferent expression, he walked past Cathy's desk coldly.

Cathy looked curiously at Morris' office, and found that it was dark inside, and the general left earlier than herself?

Cathy shook her head again and again, she couldn't believe it, but the general has changed slightly recently, he is not as cold and heartless as before, and there is a trend of getting better?

Cathy smiled. She still liked Morris from half a year ago. Although she was also indifferent, it was just the aloof and arrogant temperament unique to nobles.

Standing on the transparent transport elevator, overlooking the radiant ROEDLAS area, the field of vision becomes wider, and you can see the deep blue sea far away.

Morris sighed softly and walked out of the elevator, not understanding why he wanted to go back to ROEDLAS?But when he opened the door and saw Han Jing with messy hair, he didn't feel annoyed at all.

The house was in a mess, with manuscripts scattered everywhere.Han Jing crossed his legs and sat on the sofa. The pen in his hand was calculating crazily. Even his usual spring and gentle face became serious, and he didn't have any thoughts to think about other things.

As soon as Morris took a step, Han Jing lowered his head, didn't look at himself, and said angrily, "What are you arguing about!? I'm at a critical moment!"

Morris couldn't help being startled, it was the first time he saw Han Jing being so strong.But he didn't get angry, and didn't even make a sound. Instead, he walked lightly, bent down and picked up the manuscripts on the ground.

He picked up more than a dozen manuscripts, stood quietly at the side, carefully read one after another, and slowly, his blue eyes shone with light.

It took a long time before he finished reading the last one, and picked up a dozen more.

Finally, Han Jing's face showed ecstasy, as if he had a flash of inspiration, he raised his head with a big laugh, and slammed into Morris in front of him.

'How did he come back! ? Han Jing suddenly got up like a fool, looked at the messy living room, and said embarrassedly: "You, when did you come back? It's so early?"

"I'll clean it up right away..." Han Jing hurriedly put on his slippers, and awkwardly picked up the manuscripts scattered on the sofa and on the floor.When he picked up a thick pile of calculation drafts and was about to make way for Morris, he suddenly saw a slender hand holding several calculation drafts and handing them in front of him.

"Your idea is very innovative."

"You understand!?" Han Jing looked at the indifferent Morris in surprise.

Morris said lightly: "Some things are still unclear, if you are willing to tell me."

Han Jing was pleasantly surprised, but hesitant: "I have thought about it, but I can't break your principles..." In the past few months, he has really thought about it and wanted to complain to Morris.But considering Morris's principle of distinguishing between public and private, he rejected the idea again. Even if he just wanted to complain and confide his troubles to the closest people, he didn't want to bother Morris.

Morris's tone was no longer so cold: "I will give you a chance to write a report of your thoughts to me and explain to me as a subordinate. If there are reasons and evidence, I will deal with the following matters."

"Morris..." Han Jing said quietly, staring at him intently, his depressed heart suddenly became warm.He couldn't help hugging Morris, and kissed those soft icy lips.

Morris tensed his body instantly. Although he kissed Han Jing every night, he was still very resistant before it was late at night. It was not what he wanted, and late at night, it was only because of the bondage of Atlantis...

Morris raised his brows coldly, and quickly knocked Han Jing down on the sofa before the fire of desire arose, his cold eyes were sullen.

Han Jing smiled cheekily, obviously this is not the first time this has happened...

Morris sullenly saw that Han Jing was fine, and wanted to return to the office, but was suddenly called by Han Jing: "Are you...do you have something to do tonight?"

Morris was taken aback, and looked back at him coldly: "What's the matter?"

Han Jing tried to speak, but didn't have much hope: "Senior Roger invited guests tonight, invited me, and invited you..."

If Roger was present, he would definitely yell, and he would never invite Bingshan Morris!But Han Jing didn't lie, Roger did invite Han Jing to a dinner at home, and ordered Han Jing to bring his significant other, so that he could help Han Jing to have a look.It's a pity that he doesn't know that the person his junior likes is actually his highest boss, the Bingshan Morris he doesn't want to meet the most!

"Rogel?" Morris said coldly, seeming a little surprised.

"It's just a simple family banquet..." Han Jing couldn't help feeling anxious, thinking about how to persuade Morris, but he didn't expect Morris to agree succinctly.

"Okay, you can wash your face first, and take care of your hair." Seeing Han Jing's sloppy appearance, Morris frowned.

"What!?" Han Jing was ecstatic, he couldn't believe his ears in a daze, it went smoothly like a dream! ?

Morris' eyes were cold and sharp as a sword.

Han Jing suddenly recovered, smiled and said, "Wait for me, Morris!"

Seeing him rushing into the bathroom in a funny way, the corners of Morris's lips seemed to twitch slightly, but his eyes became dark for a moment, thinking of Roger's report, showing a thoughtful solemnity.

The two came up from base No. 9 and walked in the heavily guarded cargo base.At this time, the setting sun was like blood, and it was evening, and the waves of the sea in the distance were crashing against the shore, and the air was filled with a faint smell of the sea.

Han Jing was in high spirits all the way, with a deep smile in his clear eyes and a little indescribable nervousness.

'After all, this is my first date with Maurice? Han Jing pursed his lips, looked at Morris with a smile, and suddenly frowned, "What's wrong with you? Morris?"

Morris resisted and frowned, his face was a little ugly, adapting to the inexplicably disgusting, faint smell of the sea.

He managed to endure it, and Fang said lightly, "It's nothing... Are you driving? Or let me do it?"

Han Jing opened his car door, looked at his broken car, and smiled embarrassedly: "I know the location of the senior's house, if you don't mind...?"

Morris intuitively felt a little uncomfortable, and got into Han Jing's car without any objection.He put on his seat belt, concealing his inexplicable discomfort with habitual indifference.

Han Jing took a breath to relieve the cold aura coming from the pressure from the side.

After a harsh sound sounded, Han Jing smiled awkwardly at the cold Morris, and drove to the Highway.

The Highway, which spans [-] kilometers, is like a straight line on the coast of Florida, never bending, and sinking into a brightly lit place in the distance.

As the day fades away, the color of the sky changes from salmon red, to dark purple, and then to blue... The earth is silent, only the sound of the waves of the sea keeps ringing in your ears, and the cool sea breeze blows from outside the window, bringing with you A mild sea smell.

Morris has been silently enduring it, and the inexplicable nausea lingers and never fades away.But he was getting colder and colder, as if building a thick ice wall to preemptively strike, afraid of being noticed by others, and refused to show a little bit of weakness, the same way as imprisoning one's own lust

Han Jing felt an increasingly terrifying chill, thinking that Morris was in a bad mood and didn't want to go to tonight's banquet.He struggled for a long time before he opened his mouth a little glumly: "I don't want to force you... If you don't want to go..."

Morris suppressed his nausea and said coldly in a commanding tone: "It has nothing to do with you, keep driving."

Although his tone was very tough, Han Jing's mood was as if he saw the sun through the clouds, seeing the bright lights in the distance, and felt infinite warmth and joy.

Han Jing smiled softly: "It's a rare weekend, don't think about work anymore, just relax."

Morris frowned slightly, not in the mood to respond to Han Jing.

Han Jing continued to search for topics as usual: "What song do you like to listen to? Morris?"

"Is it classical music? Or pop music?"

After enduring a burst of nausea, Morris said coldly, "It's all right, I don't have any research on music."

"Hmm... then I suggest you listen to ancient oriental songs, you probably haven't heard much of them?" One of my favorite songs in the Korean scenic spot, I turned around and wanted to ask Morris if he would accept it, but he saw Morris slightly tilted his head. Turning his face, his face was a little pale, his messy blond hair was scattered on his body, and he didn't have the cold aura in his impression.He no longer sat in a very formal military posture, leaning against the car window unexpectedly, his fingers resting on his forehead quietly.

"What? Isn't it uncomfortable!?" Han Jing finally noticed and asked nervously.

Morris intuitively felt that he was making a lot of noise, like a crow croaking in his ear.He turned his head suddenly, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and a little annoyance flashed across his cold eyes.

"I said that you must concentrate on everything you do, and driving is no exception." Morris was really angry, and there was never a trace of fluctuation in his voice, showing a trace of anger.

Han Jing was taken aback. Although he didn't know why Morris got angry, he closed his mouth obediently.Maurice's ears finally calmed down, but the lingering nausea still bothered him.

The car drove into Florida's Gold Coast, and it was already dark at this time. The bustling area full of high-rise buildings was full of people.

Han Jing parked the car at GoldCoast and walked towards Morris in military uniform.

Morris just stood on the side of the inconspicuous street, but his long blond hair, straight and slender figure, and his handsome face carved out of ice immediately attracted the attention of countless people.Someone wanted to strike up a conversation, but as soon as he approached, he saw the golden military rank on the military uniform and the pair of icy cold green eyes, and immediately lost his courage.

Han Jing rushed to Morris, feeling the pressure, and smiled to relax the atmosphere: "I want to buy some gifts, I can't just go to the senior's house empty-handed."

Breathing the clear air, Morris felt much more comfortable, and he was no longer so cold.

"Where do you want to go?"

Han Jing touched his head: "Senior Roger seems to like top brands. I want to go to Santa. It should be good there?"

"Santa? Santa is mainly for mid-end consumption, and the grade is definitely not good. You can go to Monica." Morris suggested coldly, and he seemed to be very experienced in this in his speech and demeanor.

"Monica?" Han Jing was startled, and smiled wryly, "I haven't been to Monica yet, Morris..." In the human year of 2011, his lifestyle can be described as "otaku" in one word.

Morris was not surprised: "Monica is not far from here, just beside the sea view of GoldCoast."

The two walked along a sea view avenue, and the appearance of Morris attracted everyone's attention.Han Jing followed and could hear the whispers of the people around him. Apart from marveling at Morris' beauty, it was more about Morris' invisible aristocratic temperament.

People with outstanding looks, especially in 2300 AD when cosmetic technology was advanced, were not uncommon.But the natural elegance is so natural that there is no artificiality, which requires the long inheritance of several generations of nobles.

"I'm like a toad that ate a white swan..." Han Jing satirized himself with tenacious nerves, but his heart was full of warmth.