Alien Office

"What would you like to eat?" Qin Que asked me.

I propped my chin and looked out the window, and said lazily, "It depends on how much you are willing to pay for me."

I only have one dollar and twenty-five cents in my pocket, which is enough to buy a pair of fried dough sticks tomorrow morning.

"How about ramen?" Qin Que suggested.

I began to ask and answer with my own tone: "Honey, what am I yours?" "You are my ramen." "Ah, so I am only worth a bowl of ramen." A lump of flour smashed into a bowl of noodles and eaten viciously, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

Apparently Qin Que didn't appreciate my sense of humor very much. The car drove past the ramen shop and headed towards... his house.

"What did you bring me to your house for?" I asked curiously.

"I'll make ramen with my own hands and serve it to you." Qin Que gritted his teeth and pulled me out of the car.

I held my face shyly: "So you love me so much."

There was a bang bang bang bang bang bang bang in the kitchen.

I think I probably know why he wants to make ramen.

I called my dad and told him that I was spending the night at the boss's house, and my dad worriedly asked me if I would be too much trouble for him.Obviously Liang Rui troubled me, and I troubled Qin Que.I looked at Qin Que who was busy in the kitchen, and then kindly lied to my father.

"Do you need beef?" I leaned on the door frame and asked the people in the kitchen.

Qin Que said without turning his head, "I'm suspicious about the source of the raw materials."

I feel a little regretful looking at the beef in my hand. I have such an easy-to-use raw material supplier. I can make beef with my left hand and use a knife with my right hand to cut meat into the pot. It is a versatile kitchen helper.

It's a pity that Chef Qin doesn't appreciate me as a kitchen helper very much.He doesn't even have a kitchen knife at home, and when cutting vegetables, he uses the blade embodied by his mind power to work there—I have to praise his mind power micromanagement is really top-notch.

Two bowls of ramen came out of the pot, and I was sitting on a chair waiting for supper, smelling the aroma of ramen.

Qin Que glanced at the chopsticks on the table: "This doesn't belong to my family."

"The disposable chopsticks I provided kindly." I picked up the chopsticks and said with a smile.

Qin Que went to the kitchen to change a pair without hesitation, he never trusted the source of the items I provided.

Unexpectedly, Qin Que's craftsmanship made me feel very satisfied. I swallowed a whole bowl of ramen. Qin Que didn't eat much, and most of the time he looked at it with thoughtful eyes. I.

After eating the ramen, I drank all the soup, then wiped my mouth and asked, "Are you thinking about how to propose to me later? Don't worry, I will reject you very gently."

My sense of humor can't please Qin Que, this is a consistent thing.He gave me a cold look, took the bowl and put it in the kitchen sink, and I asked behind, "Do I need to make two new bowls?"

He ignored me.

I feel very lost.

"You can go home," he told me after checking the time.

I propped my chin and dove into the magpie's nest and lay on the bed: "No, I told my dad not to go back."

"Then go and sleep on the seat next to the road." He said without mercy.

I cried sadly: "I'm only ten years old, I will be taken away by the strange uncle."

He sneered: "That really benefits all mankind."

I don't doubt his authenticity at all, but in order to get the right to stay overnight, I repeated the old trick: "Anyway, it's the same as before, I will jump out of the window if you force me, this time I will shout an extra insult."

He had a deeper understanding of how shameless I was, which helped us communicate with each other.He succumbs to my tyranny - I love the way he looks like he's been raped.

The two of us share a big bed as usual. I lay down on the stall like a snake spirit drinking realgar wine, showing my original shape. Qin Que rarely sees my true face, but this does not prevent him from hating me.

"You know that I like men, but you still sleep in the same bed with me so carelessly?" He frowned and asked incredulously.

I yawned: "I have nothing to be afraid of, as long as I don't want to, no one in this world can do anything to me—you can't even find a hole."

He was speechless at my vulgarity and shamelessness, and decided to take a shower to calm down.

"Don't lie on my bed like a woman." He warned me before leaving.

I shrugged, "I'll try my best."

The sound of water in the bathroom came, and I yawned boredly. Qin Que is not interested in TV programs. I don’t even have a TV at home. I still want to watch it. It seems that there is a live program on Mars today.But in fact, whether you look at it or not, Mars is not a place suitable for intelligent life forms to live in. It may have been there before, but it is not now.

I went to the study to find a book to pass the time. When I passed the full-length mirror, I stood there for a while. The face that has followed me for 18 years is a little different from the memory. It is obviously the same appearance. The change may be the expression, or it may be more elusive. things, such as the soul.

——You are a splinter, an incomplete Slem star.

Lal's words suddenly sounded in my mind, are the Slem Stars... I thought for a long time, Liang Rui and Lal's words both revealed the same message, this should be a warlike and aggressive race with a natural nature Brutal and bloodthirsty, with great deceitful instincts—such as my mother, Zhan Lin.

I have a similar instinct, but I can overcome it.I don't know why I recall wanting to suppress my instinct, maybe... I don't want to disappoint them, my dad, Liang Rui, Crazy Yang, and Qin Que.

I don't want to stand against them, I want to stand with them.

But I still don't understand what a splinter is, and I don't know why Lal said that I am an incomplete Slem star. Maybe I have some kind of defect, and it is this defect that makes me and my people different.

I don't know what that is.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Que had already come out of the bathroom, seeing me standing in front of the full-length mirror in a daze, he couldn't help asking.

I turned around and faced him with a face without facial features: "Where is my face? My face is gone... lend me your face!" As I spoke, I made a gesture to pounce on him, Qin Que's usual silly tricks towards me were gone Tired—maybe he's never been keen—twist my arm easily and throw me on the bed: "Don't mess around, go to sleep."

I lay on the bed with my face up, squeezed out my facial features again, then got up and continued my efforts.Qin Que was leaning on the bedside and flipping through magazines, while I teased him with words: "What do you think of cat ears? Are they cute? What about fox tails? It's very comfortable to touch."

Qin Que reprimanded calmly: "Quiet."

I started to rub his chest with the fox tail. After 5 minutes, Qin Que, who couldn't bear it any longer, picked up my fox tail and dragged me to the kitchen.

"What do you want to do to me?" I covered my chest and asked tremblingly, looking like a hard-working girl who met a hooligan.

Qin Que looked at me condescendingly, still holding my tail in his hand, and asked with a sneer, "What can I do to you?"

I thought for a while and replied: "You know, the metabolism of mimics is very different from that of humans, so I have always omitted the mimicry of the excretory system. Anyway, no one is free to pick my pants-but today it seems There is."

My decent explanation angered my colleague, Qin Que pursed his lips and told me coldly: "Even if I go to fuck a slug, I won't come to you!"

I looked at the ceiling: "It tastes so strong. The slug on Ravenous Star is not a mating partner in the eyes of ordinary people, whether it is the main body or the charred corpse host. No matter how you look at it, I am more suitable."

Mao Sui's self-recommended behavior would either arouse the other party's animal nature, and the sky would catch fire; or it would arouse the other party's anger, and it would be a fat beating.

I'm ready to be beaten, it doesn't hurt anyway, I can be beaten as I like.

To my surprise, Qin Que was too lazy to beat me up, he just picked up my collar and squatted in front of me, looking at me with a cold look, as if he wanted to whip me with those dark black pupils. My soul.

"You don't like men at all, why bother to provoke me?" He squeezed out the words from his throat, like a question, but also like a hint to himself.

"How do you know?" I asked him back, staring back unwillingly.

He sneered—the kind of sneer I'm used to, the corners of his tightly pursed lips curved slightly, and his eyes were cold, as if it was a kind of contempt, but also like a kind of indifferent mockery.I hate that kind of look the most in my life. Why, why should he look at me with this kind of look? !

I hate such indifference, and I also hate his indifference. I know that all his tolerance is because he doesn't care. I think he looks at me.

The fierce kiss fell on my mouth, like the bite of a beast, the tongue roughly pressed against the lips, like an arrogant lord patrolling his territory, I fought back angrily, biting harder than him It was more vicious, and finally we had a bloody smell in our mouths, as well as rich tomato sauce, the taste of these two similar-colored liquids mixed together, as if we were still eating tomatoes overwhelmed when we were bleeding , This taste of cheating.

Bad location, bad first kiss, bad partner, it all just sucks.I should turn on the computer and watch the new show in my bed, with endless snacks in my mouth, instead of competing with a man who is not pleasing to the eye at this wrong time, in a messy kitchen-the most unforgivable thing is me Also lost completely!

"Now, you know, this kind of relationship is not what you want at all, you deserve to live your life in your own world, don't provoke me!" Qin Que threw me on the cold floor, turned around Just out of the kitchen.

"What are you afraid of?" I stood up holding the sink and asked him coldly.

His back paused for a moment, then continued to walk forward.

"I only do what I want to do, no one can stop me." I said softly.

It was very soft, but I knew he could hear it.