Alien Office

Qin Que's affirmative answer made my mood suddenly uplifted. Even the unlucky experience of being drilled into the sewer for an hour, being trampled into a mouse cake, and being chased around by wild cats could not lower the full value of the mood gauge. Half grid.

I couldn't wait to crawl out of Liang Rui's pocket on all hands and feet, screaming excitedly and pounced on Qin Que until I was nailed to the wall.

"Rat." Qin Que shot me on the wall with murderous eyes.

Liang Rui smiled innocently: "Really, you dare to climb into my pocket, how audacious."

Crazy Yang scratched his cheek and looked at the ceiling to express that he didn't know anything.

Qin Que walked towards me step by step, and I had already fallen to the ground, lying on my stomach half dead.He lifted me up by the tail.I managed to find my voice: "Qin Que, you really..."

Before I could finish speaking, Qin Que carried me into the bathroom with a dark face, threw me into the bathtub, then brought a bag of starch from the kitchen, poured it all into the bathtub, and then turned on the water.

I happily swim in a sea of ​​starch on mouse limbs, tail flicking.

I finally cultivated from a mouse to a human, and then I sighed with satisfaction and moaned lewdly: "Not enough, I want more."

With a dark face, Qin Que went to carry another bag of starch and came back.

After bathing and eating at the same time, I changed back to my own form, got a starch coat and came out.

"It feels so good to be alive." I took a deep breath and said to Qin Que who was standing outside the bathroom.

"What's the matter with you?" Qin Que frowned and asked me.

I shrugged: "I was caught by my hard-working brother, he forced me to fit, I think I am a principled person, I can't fit with others casually, so I came to a dead end and escaped. It’s better to do this kind of thing with the person you like.”

"..."

"However, if this goes on like this, sooner or later I will be caught by him and forced to fit together. It's such a disgusting feeling." I looked at the ceiling and suggested irresponsibly, "Why don't we fit together first, so that we don't have to fit together later."

The search for integration failed.

I chased Qin Que who was walking away and shouted: "Hey, hey, as the saying goes, 'begging for pleasure doesn't make you righteous', I won't rape you!"

My head became the target of the Psychic Blade again.

I shouted very persistently: "I won't give up, even if you chop me into meat paste, I won't give up!"

Anyway, I can resurrect in situ with full blood, my father believes in Brother Chun.

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Creating a big explosion and then reshaping a body for myself has exceeded my mental capacity, and now I have to lie in a guest room on the second floor of the flower shop and play dead.

The energy core is consumed too much. If I don't rest well, I will fall into a state of suspended animation. This is not acceptable. I have to go home to have dinner with my father at night. If I don't support him, he must be very disappointed.

"Why did you rush to the coffee shop so suddenly in the morning?" I asked Qin Que while lying on the bed.

Qin Que peeled the oranges aside, and replied, "You're late, so I'll drop by to have a look."

"By the way, what a wonderful word, as wonderful as a coincidence." I looked at the ceiling and said recklessly.

Qin Que pretended he didn’t hear me as usual, but now his ability to turn a blind eye to me is getting stronger and stronger, and I feel more and more that even a shapeshifter can’t fight a human with the shielding function turned on. On the face of it, I am much better than him, but he is specialized in fighting monsters, and has a specialization in art.

"I want oranges, ah—" I opened my mouth and begged for food.

Qin Que stuffed the orange into his mouth one by one.

"Is this how you take care of patients?" I asked angrily.

He is such a good listener - he stuffed orange peel in my mouth!

Although I am not a human being and have no human rights, even a simulated creature should not be treated as a trash can. I did not put such an obscene slogan "I want you to feed me" on my forehead, well, I am directly Speak up.

Qin Que took a can of starch from the kitchen and stuffed it for me, then turned on the computer by himself.

I looked at his side face, it was a hateful face, with distinct edges and corners and a stern temperament, as if he would not be shaken by anything.

I don't like this calmness. This kind of unsmiling and seriousness has always made me feel that it is a lack of fun in life. This guy is obviously not good at making fun of himself.

But I am good at it.

I disregarded my "sickness" and got out of bed to entertain my colleagues.

"Come on, guess which one is the index finger." I squeezed one hand into the other and played Qin Que a trick that children often play - guessing fingers.

"What's the good of guessing right?" He asked me without looking back.

"If you guess correctly, you will get my verbal reward, if you are wrong, I will reward you with finger biscuits." I proposed a generous reward.

Qin Que glanced at me like a fool: "Why would I play such a foolish trick with you?"

"Because if you refuse, I will now turn into a woman with big breasts and call you to moleste me."

"..."

Qin Que was defeated without any suspense. He glanced over my fingers with the picky eyes of a grocery shopping aunt, and then raised his eyebrows: "As far as I know, there should be five fingers on each palm of a human being."

"Yes."

"But you only have four." Qin Que looked at me accusingly, "So please explain where the missing index finger went."

I sighed: "Cheating failed, let's have a serious game." Then I turned around and adjusted my hands, and handed them to Qin Que again.

Qin Que continued to look critically at my hand, at least the number this time was correct.

He pointed to one of them uncertainly: "This."

I smiled smugly: "Are you sure?"

"determine."

I let go and announced the answer.

"..." Qin Que was silent for a long time, and finally asked me in a vicious voice, "What is this?!"

I pretended to sigh: "This is just a twin of the middle finger, a deformed middle finger that is in the wrong position. As you can see, I still don't have an index finger." I jumped up happily, showing my joy unscrupulously to Qin Que.

Anyone who plays finger guessing with me is doomed to a bad end.

"What kind of food do you like?" I asked Qin Que gleefully.

Qin Que looked pale, but he still kept his promise: "Dark chocolate."

I conjured up a small knife, changed the base of my fingers, and easily chopped off the extra middle finger, then blinked at Qin Que: "Please."

Qin Que's expression was like a martyr's, but the result would probably be beyond his expectations, this taste is very normal.

"Actually, I still like chocolate. Since I was able to produce it myself, I have a lot of pocket money left." I said to Qin Que, "But I always want to buy it and try it out when I see new flavors."

Qin Que ate the chocolate finger, and then gave me a strange look: "I thought you would make a strange taste."

In his eyes, I was indeed a bad and accustomed person.

I shrugged: "I promised you that it's dark chocolate, but it won't be almond flavor."

Qin Que seemed to be smiling, and then turned his gaze out of the window.

And I persistently harassed him: "Actually, after I knew I was a mimic creature, I had an idea."

"Ah."

"If one day I can find someone to spend my whole life with, it must be someone who can share fingers and eyeballs of all tastes with me." I looked at Qin Que quietly, and he also looked at me, with a kind of expression I am not familiar with the eyes.

I continued: "Now you can answer me, am I right?"

He gave me a kiss.Some are unwilling, some accept their fate, and some are calm.

I think I won my bet.I'm not the best, but I'm the only one.