geneticist

Chapter 36No.18, since you are a first-time offender, you are exempt from punishment, please be careful not to make similar actions, otherwise the supervision system will automatically impose a fine on you. "

The information instrument vibrated, and suddenly a gentle reminder sounded.

However, the content made Sucher freeze in place.

Punish...a fine?

Did you make a mistake!

It's just a cold, I am the master of this body!

Excuse me, Mr. Sucher, do you think all you have lost is the right to use your body for twelve hours a day?

you are wrong!

From the moment you put your name on the contract, you say goodbye to a lot of rights without knowing it!

For example, the right to catch a cold at will.

The author has something to say: I wish everyone a happy old age O(∩_∩)O, eating and drinking these two days, oh, I am really exhausted, especially sleeping twelve hours a day, it is really hard work!

Put a picture of the gene dish, cool

welcome meal

The reminder from the monitoring system made Sucher finally understand the fact that he is no longer a free bachelor who feeds the whole family by himself, and has his own responsibilities.

Accepting the reality with a bitter face, Su Che began to clarify his thoughts.

Renting out his body wasn't a one-off deal as he had imagined.

If renting a house is an example, then as a landlord, in addition to successfully renting out the house, he also shoulders the responsibility of maintaining the house.Whether it was a clogged toilet or a broken heater, he had to rush to the front line to fix it.And the contract of renting out the body is even more cheating. He has to take care of the other party, be considerate to the other party, give the other party love and warmth, and heal the other party's soul traumatized in the war with a kind heart like a virgin.

Thinking of this, Su Che couldn't help shivering.

Fortunately, the experience of living alone for many years has taught Sucher to face the reality bravely, isn't it just a guest role as a nanny.

Su Che cheered himself up, looked at the time, fell asleep because of being too tired yesterday, today he needs to communicate with the tenant, after all, the two of them will spend half a year together, this is the real day and night under the same roof Relatively.

With the help of the general, he quickly tidied up the house, and Su Che looked at everything in front of him with satisfaction. It was clean, tidy, and full of the warmth of home.

However, all this was not enough. After checking the time, Sucher rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.

The pots and pans were clanging and clanging, and after a while, a seductive fragrance wafted from the kitchen that made the index finger move.

After putting the food on a plate, he took out two half-cut candles and lit them. Su Che picked up a marker pen and wrote a line of writing on the whiteboard that the General wiped clean.

With the last deal done, Sucher threw away the marker, took two steps back triumphantly, and sat down on the cushioned chair.

Didn't you say it?The road to the tenant's soul goes through the stomach.

Moreover, this dinner is very good and the cost is low. It is the NO.1 of the top ten most lethal ways to please this year in the magazine "How to Train Your Unbecoming Dog into a Loyal Dog" this year.As for why Sucher has this kind of free magazine provided by the transfer center in his hand, ah, because Sucher, like a creature called a hamster, likes to drag everything back home.

Under candlelight, the small room is filled with a romantic and warm atmosphere.

Su Che looked at everything in front of him triumphantly, making small calculations in his heart.It cost less than 10 euros to set up this welcome meal, and he managed to use up the peanut butter and onions from the supermarket that he hated the most, if not for all the food that ended up in his stomach, Sucher wished he could put out the food that was about to expire, even so, the deal couldn't be more cost-effective.

If Suche had a tail like a hamster, it must be upright now.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the clock on the wall struck.

Su Che's shoulders sank slightly, and then he slowly raised his head...

Arslan kept a straight face habitually to cover up his inner uneasiness.

He grew up in the base among a group of rough men who laughed and scolded without restraint. Although he had always been suspected of suffering from facial nerve necrosis and had never been expressionless, he was also branded deep in his heart as passionate and caring about face.Failure is absolutely unacceptable to him, however, on the first day of the mission, he made a mistake due to lack of self-control.

Although he racked his brains to comfort himself for a long time, Arslan felt that the mission target must be very angry with him.

what to do?His task is to gain the favor of the target!

Arslan, who woke up with this kind of anxiety, began to emit oppressive low air pressure reflexively. This is his unique self-protection mechanism that will be activated when he is nervous.

However, this time, his murderous intent was in vain.

Arslan blinked, and blinked again, and the tips of his fair ears slowly turned red.

In the middle of a small dining table covered with a blue and white checked tablecloth, there is a beautiful apple with two short candles on it, on a clean white plate, onion slices, fried golden pasta topped with peanut sauce It was carefully placed into a cute smiling face, and next to it was an opened electronic notebook and a cartoon electronic pen.

There is an extra writing board on the wall directly opposite the dining table, on which is written in black marker: "Welcome home, dear friend".

Arslan heard his heart beating happily, and the heat on his face was getting hotter and hotter, almost to the point of scalding.

Is it a fever?Ah, this body is really fragile, but...but the original owner of this body...really...really...

Arslan felt as if his heart had turned into a plum, which was soaked by the steaming water, expanding unscrupulously, gurgling and bursting out sour and sweet bubbles, it was... a wonderful feeling he had never had before .

He held his breath, carefully looked around, and then reached out to the electronic notebook.

On the first page, there is a drawing of a silly-looking robot, and the poor drawing skills make it difficult for Arslan to compare it with the current one who is wearing a baby bear lace apron and a maid headdress, holding a mop happily in the room Tin robots that slide around link up.

"My most loyal servant, of course, it also belongs to you now, please don't use it carelessly, you can call it General. Your friend, Sucher." The slightly scribbled handwriting came into view, Arles Lan carefully read it several times, her eyes resting on "your friend".

The blush starts from the tip of the ear and spreads down.

He calls me friend, the friendliest quest target I've ever seen.

Arslan thought so with red ears, and turned to the second page.

"I hope you like the dinner I prepared for you O(∩_∩)O~"

The blush spread from the ears to the neck.

Holding the plate, Arslan turned on the information device on his wrist almost happily.

Daily task report:

I have successfully got in touch with the target and gained the favor of the target. The task is going very smoothly. There are no questions that need to be consulted. The report is over!

After typing the last few words, Arslan thought about it a little dissatisfied, and pointed the information device at the smiling pasta on the plate.

With a sound of "snap--", the pasta, the notebook and the writing board with the welcome words were photographed, and the image was named "Evidence of Successful Obtaining the Goodwill of the Mission Target" and sent out together as an attachment to the mission report.

After finishing all this, Arslan put on a straight face, held up the smiling pasta contentedly, and carefully sniffed left and right like a big dog, until his stomach started to growl, and then Yiyi Reluctantly picked up the fork, carefully picked up a piece of noodles and started eating.

After eating this dinner for more than an hour, when the last drop of cold peanut butter entered his stomach, Arslan narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a while, and then picked up the pen with only Hazelnut in his arms. The electronic pen of the cute little hamster, imitating Su Che's appearance, wrote awkwardly behind his message: "Thank you."

After finishing writing, he looked at his handwriting with some dissatisfaction. The other party wrote a full 13 characters, and he only wrote two characters. Would it make the other party feel that he was too arrogant?

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "It's delicious."

It's only five words now.

Hold back another sentence: "I won't lie to you."

Eight characters.

There are still five words.

Ah, this is more painful than writing a mission report!

Arslan stared fiercely at the notebook for a long time, then stretched out the hand holding the pen again...

A secret base far away.

"Captain, the little wolf cub's mission report is here, do you want to come and see?" Skye's loud voice rang out.

"Oh, is that so? I don't know how his relationship with that little apprentice is going." The group leader's elegant voice came from afar.

On the screen, Arslan's short mission report was clicked.

"Hey, it looks like the two of you get along well." Scalio exclaimed in surprise, rubbing his chin and muttering, "Ahh, I actually smelled something called showing off from the brat's report. The smell, it must be the wrong way for me to open the report!"

"Skye, open the attachment of the report." The leader's calm voice interrupted Skye's contemplation.

A gigantic smiley spaghetti instantly fills the screen, accompanied by Skye's gasping.

Unlike Arslan, the veteran leader immediately grasped the point from the image.

"This kind of thing," he pondered, "should belong to breakfast."

"And the price is very cheap, it is the garbage that will not appear on our table at all