Laid-off guide is a cat wife

—The first time they met was at his mother's funeral.

The younger sister of the chief of the Semitic family was sent back for burial, and a funeral was held in a decent manner. The black and white interstellar dignitaries gathered and stood in a dark crowd, with a layer of standard and polite regret floating on everyone's face.

In fact, it was not the goal to pay tribute to the Semitic "princess" who had left home for a long time. Gou Yun, the head of the Semitic clan who presided over the funeral, and a certain new member of parliament who was invited to attend the funeral were their goals.

As the patriarch and brother of the deceased, Gou Yun was welcoming the guests at the gate of the cemetery.

Seeing Xue Fang arrive as scheduled, his calm eyes flickered, and just about to put on a smiling face, thinking of the current occasion, he quietly stretched out his hand again: "Thank you for coming."

Xue Fang paused, and shook hands with him politely, "My condolences."

There is no intersection between the two of them on weekdays.Although Gou Yun is the head of the clan, it is not enough compared to Xue Fang's background.

A wandering tribe that is not recognized by the two major interstellar alliances, the Empire and the Federation. If they want to establish a country, they still need to submit a land application to the Federation for permission. Restricted, no right to speak.

But the newly appointed cabinet member in front of him happens to hold great power.

The Rong family of the Interstellar Federation, the political and business black market takes everything, like a towering giant tree with intertwined roots and deep roots.

When Mr. Rong was young, he almost held the three divisions of power in the federal system in his own hands, and he could subvert the political arena if he really moved. In the generation of his only son Xue Fang, he became the Minister of Administrative Affairs at a young age. Sit firmly in the third seat of the shadow cabinet.

As for why not the first one?

It's just because Xue Fang is a low-key person and doesn't want to show his edge too much.

It's a pity that everyone is not blind. It is self-evident who will hold the Federation's throat in the future.

Shemixi and Rong have a little overlap in business, but only a little.Gou Yun did not expect Xue Fang to honor him by attending the funeral.

"Mr. Xue, please choose the dishes for the dinner. If you have any taboos, please tell us." The Semitic tribe sent someone over to ask.

Xue Fang didn't speak.The secretary behind him shook out the itinerary, opened it to today, and replied dryly: "Mr. Xue will be on time at 7 o'clock tonight to discuss the next quarter's budget with the chief of defense and military affairs."

The secretary almost put "Are you worthy" on his face.

Xue Fang's voice was soft, but very kind: "Let's eat the meal another day."

The person who came to inquire was relieved, and was going to take this sentence back to the business.Since it is said to be another day, it at least shows that there is no complete rejection.

Before he left, he looked back again. Mr. Xue was indeed very young, with a tall figure outlined in an iron-gray suit, with a gentle and restrained temperament. Although he had a handsome appearance, he was not aggressive, and he could blend in gently when sitting in a crowd. Feel.

——Inexplicably makes people look...very comfortable.

I heard that this person is also a senior guide.

I don't know how many high-ranking sentinels are going to break their legs in anger. They wish Xue Fang could be born in the grass nest of civilians so that they can be tied back and used as a mental repair tool.

While the funeral was still going on, some people couldn't hold back and wanted to join Xue Fang one after another.Even if you can't chat, it's good to give a name to get familiar.

Xue Fang calmly led the secretary to stand where there were few people.

He doesn't like the atmosphere here much.People's complex emotions trickled down to him along invisible lines, including boredom, impatience, sleepiness and indifference, none of which fit the atmosphere that a funeral should have.Some prying eyes glanced over from time to time, and he felt bored, so he wanted to temporarily close his senses.

……sorrow.

A trace of emotion suddenly fell into his information network.

...fragile and helpless, enduring the pain that could not breathe out.

Xue Fang turned his gaze to search the crowd, and Gou Yun was calmly delivering a eulogy.Only then did he notice that behind Gou Yun stood a teary-eyed child.

The child's complexion was different from other people's, it was a gentle and palatable light honey color, standing in the crowd, like a small piece of butter caramel in a white porcelain plate, it would completely melt if it cried again.

Xue Fang seemed to have no intention of asking in a low voice: "Who is that?"

The secretary hastily flipped through the roster.He replied: "It is the son of the deceased, Gou Yun's nephew, who was left by Gou Yun's side to be raised by his mother."

Xue Fang: "Well, not bad."

Unfortunate life experience, but love and righteousness, may be the only thing that can be called "humanity" in this funeral.

Many sentinels with sharp eyes and ears heard this sentence.

Xue Fang didn't expect it, and he flapped the butterfly's wings with a casual compliment.

After the funeral, Gou Yun was ecstatic when he got the news, and felt that his relationship with Xue Fang had finally found a breakthrough. Within a week, the boy who was rated as "good" by Mr. Xue even packed his schoolbag and packed it into the hospital eagerly. Rong family.

It was night when he was sent to the door, and Gou Yun's person was very knowledgeable, and he only conveyed: "I hope to help Young Master Rong solve his problems." There was no other superfluous words.

The meaning is obvious.

——No title is required, it is purely given to the young master for resolution.

As for what was used to solve it, Gou Yun didn't ask, and no one would pursue it afterwards.

The Rong family settled the person down calmly, took blood for testing, and the preliminary genetic matching results were very good, so they stayed and waited for Young Master Rong to come back.

Xue Fang didn't get home until noon the next day.

He had just returned from an interstellar business trip, his face was a little tired, and when he was about to take a rest, Master Rong said, "Gou Yun sent you something."

Xue Fang turned his head and frowned slightly: "What?"

Rong Huan didn't change his face: "It's in the quiet room, I heard it's what you want."

Xue Fang turned his eyes, "Is it a person?"

Master Rong said directly: "The degree of fit matches you. The other party doesn't want credit, so it's just right for you to fill up the spiritual vortex. Afterwards, give him some compensation and send it back."

The fate of "things" has been arranged in both words and deeds.

Although Young Master Xue is a top-level spiritual guide, he suffers from intermittent mental escape, and relies on taking medicine for rehabilitation to maintain his energy every day. When Gou Yun heard about this, he felt that sending someone here was just for what he liked.

Of course, Xue Fang is not a gentleman.

The exchange of benefits is not uncommon in the upper class, and the Rong family also uses this dirty method in private.When others ask him for "healing and health care products", he can just eat them, and there is no reason to refuse them.

The detached courtyard is remote, surrounded by wind drums and bamboo forests, and the leaden sky is about to brew a heavy rain, helping to cover up the imminent traces of aggression.

Both generations of the Rong family are top guides.The silent chamber in the yard is dedicated to the mate sentinels.

It's a pity that what is locked inside now is a plaything with a bad name.

I took off my shoes and walked across the ground made of straw mats. The house that has not been used for a long time has been cleaned, leaving a faint smell of decay.Such an environment, to be honest, was not suitable for invading a Sentinel's mental domain.

But since they are all invaded, what environment should we consider?

Darkness and silence are entangled together, and there is no sound of breathing in the heavy air. The door is opened a little wider, and the gloomy sky outside reaches into a corner, touching the young man's white socks and thin ankles.

Soft honey color as imagined.

Smooth, warm, the color that will trickle into the throat and eyes when heated by body temperature.

Stepping in with the footsteps of an adult man, the 25cm-thick anti-riot steel door automatically closed and locked. To the sound of rapid breathing.

He wanted to say "don't be afraid", but after thinking about it, he turned on the low-temperature all-round light first.

The lamp that sneaked into the gap between the wall and the floor was shining brightly. The lamp invented to protect the manic sentinel could only illuminate the calf, and then it was faintly visible, and the silhouette appeared vaguely.

The walls in all directions are filled with silver sand and coated with sound-proof materials. It is a strong fortress for the sentinel to heal each other.And now, it's an iron prison.

Xue Fang and the little sentinel in front of him don't have any basis for trust.

Nor is he prepared to take the time to build.

Just as he was wondering why the other party had no other reaction, he turned up the brightness by two scales, and the warm-colored dim light exposed the device that clamped the sentry——

A pair of blindfolds, a pair of handcuffs, a muzzle tied behind the head and an iron chain around the neck.

The Semitics are well-informed, and they packaged him completely, and even attached a thoughtful instruction manual.

[Suggestions for using the small gift: He is still vicious, please don't listen to his smooth words to open the locks, I wish you a happy use~]

It means that he is not good enough, he is not willing, and maybe there has been bloodshed before.

Xue Fang became very interested.

He wanted to take the shackles off and see what would happen.

So, he unfastened the boy's shackles, threw the saliva-stick ball aside, and lowered his head to open the handcuffs.

When the handcuffs were opened, the body of the little sentinel shook.He pursed his dry lips, covered his eyes, and said intermittently: "I, I... want to drink, drink water."

Maybe it was because the tone was too pitiful, Xue felt relieved and said, "I'll get it."

The boy shrank his shoulders, as if he was afraid of his voice, but what he thought in his heart was: he is a young man.

"No... can you, can you give me the schoolbag? I brought water, water..." There was an ordinary backpack in the depths of the platform where he was sitting.

"Yes." Xue Fang agreed.

The young man fumbled to open the bag, Xue Fang looked at him quietly, took out the water glass, unscrewed the lid, took a sip with trembling and numb hands, drank too fast, and the water fell on the front of the white school uniform shirt.

"Cough...cough cough..." He seemed to be choking, bending over to cough.

Xue Fang wanted to help him.The sound of the clothes corners rubbing against each other was particularly harsh in the ears of the sentinel. He judged the direction in a second, and the needle pressed on the palm of his hand pierced Xue Fang's eyes without hesitation——

"Ding!"

Glasses cracked and ceramic needles fell to the floor.

Xue Fang grabbed his wrist with one hand, and took off his plain glasses with the other.

The young man breathed heavily, and the moment he failed to succeed, his expression turned gray.

He has no chance.

The powerful consciousness of the adult guide broke through the weak barrier, and overwhelmingly propped up mental images in his brain.All thoughts were exposed, brushed and swept away, like removing stones from a river, followed by a frenzied parade of spiritual power like the opening of a dam——

This level of spiritual intrusion is difficult for experienced criminal sentries, let alone a small sentinel who has not yet been bound.

"Ah, ah ah!... Woo..."

He couldn't hold it any longer, his brain hurt like it was bursting, he clenched his palms tightly, and unconsciously broke out in cold sweat and his teeth chattered.

Even Xue Fang began to feel a little impatient.

In order to distract him, Xue Fang tried to guide: "What's your name?"

He thought there would be no answer.After a while, the boy forcibly stopped shaking, and exhaled, "Woo... Miao, Miao Xun."

"How old?"

"Ten, fifteen..."

Xue Fang gently asked about daily topics: "Is there anything you like to eat?"

"I don't know, I don't know."

Xue Fang asked softly, "Where do you go to school?"

He answered in fragments: "Chengnan... high, high school... woo!"

"Let's stay for dinner later, and I'll take you back to school in the afternoon. Let me know if you feel unwell."

Miao Xun stammered, "No, I won't..."

Maybe it was because the man's tone was too gentle, or maybe it was the young man whose mother had just died, who was hit by that little bit of "caring" emotion. Before the end, Miao Xun secretly cried aggrieved.

He was wearing a blindfold, crying very carefully, biting his lip all the time so as not to choke.

There is no way to say no.The Semitics have repeatedly told him that he must never cause trouble in front of this person, and he must be obedient and listen to the other person's words.

Although he still caused trouble, he took a needle, escaped the security check by chance, and was only close to killing this guy.

Miao Xun didn't know that his every move and thought were openly exposed to the guide.

When Xue Fang withdrew his mental power, he gave him a faint imprint, so that Master Rong could check it later and keep it as proof.

He looked down at the boy, from an adult's point of view, it was really pitiful.

——At his mother's funeral, he was selected because of a casual sentence, and his uncle organized it, and sent it to serve as a container for repairing his spiritual vortex.

No one ever asked him if he wanted to.

The man asked him, "Did your mother give you a nickname?"

The boy replied hoarsely: "No..."

The man sighed and said, "Then I will call you Miu Miu, is that okay?"

The boy choked his throat, "Follow, whatever you want."

Xue Fang thought, why is he so afraid of himself?Even talking intermittently.

Just when Miao Xun thought that the spiritual plunder was finally over, in the dark and invisible perspective, a burst of broad warmth suddenly surged.

He opened his red and swollen eyes under the blindfold, and he was stunned for a while before he realized that the strange man hugged him and stroked his back gently, as if to comfort him.

His heart was beating wildly. Compared with the first spiritual plunder, such a close hug made him tremble more violently.

He shivered and pushed the other away, moved to the side in a panic, and when he heard the man laughing nearby, he uncontrollably imagined the other's appearance.

"Go to class well."

The other party left this sentence gently, opened the door and left.

After a while, a servant came to undo his blindfold, took him out to eat, put him in the flying machine, and rushed him to the school for the second class in the afternoon.

But he had expected the man to give him... at least, a show.

In the evening he returned to the Semitic.

Gou Yun was not surprised to see him.This man can't express anything when he sees it, Miao Xun is already used to it.

He lay on his little bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt, recalled the past two days with his eyes open, always felt that the time spent in the small dark room was difficult and long, and the moment when he was hugged by a stranger was so fast.

Thinking of him just because I saw him cry at the funeral, this kind of behavior——

Really bad!

Miao Xun turned over and hid under the blanket. After struggling for a long time, he still took out the terminal from under the pillow, squinted his eyes and searched for keywords:

【The first time with the guide in the silent room...】

Many answers popped up, among which the most liked one is:

[It was the first time that I completed the great harmony of life with my guide in the silent room. His movements were very gentle, and I tried my best not to resist. After all, that guy’s mental body is a snake, and it’s too cold to wrap around him. Will my sentinel physique be good? Stop fighting the cold war... But the ending is still very satisfying, our pheromones have been scattered for a day and a night after opening the window (show off.jpg)]

Pheromones?

...he didn't seem to smell anything noteworthy on the way.

The health class of the supernatural person in high school said: For the person you like, pheromone will automatically overflow, which is the natural instinct of the supernatural person to seek a spouse.

Miao Xun was silent for three days, even at school, he didn't say a word.The teachers and classmates all knew that he had language dysfunction, and they had long been used to it, so they didn't ask much.

On the fourth day, he got the answer from Gou Yun.

Gou Yun smiled and told him: "I am very satisfied with you there, I hope you will go there again."

"...What, what are you satisfied with?"

"Cure that person. Your mental domain is wide enough to accommodate the other person's mental body, and he will try it step by step. You are ready."

Sounds like some sort of honor.

So, just satisfied... not... happy...

"it is good……"

Miao Xun agreed.

On Saturday afternoon, he was tied up again and sent to the small dark room in the deep house.