Laid-off guide is a cat wife

One year later.

This summer has been extremely hot.

The green leaf logo of the 205th Interstellar Ecological Climate Conference flashed on the screen at the corner of the street, and the business of cold drink shops and refrigerated clothes became more and more prosperous.The federal government has artificially snowed the capital star three times, but it still doesn't work. Many non-governmental organizations are already preparing to take the Ministry of Environment to court, demanding large amounts of high-temperature lost wages and subsidies for supernatural beings.

——If a guide with a weak body and a sentinel with keen senses go out to work in such a scorching heat, their lives will be even shorter!

They played the above slogan.

"How can it be so exaggerated? I have a super sensitive physique, so I still go out."

Seeing the noon news projected on the wall, Miao Xun couldn't help complaining.When he turned his face away, his guide was looking up at him, "Switching hands."

"Oh." Miao Xun obediently handed over the other half of his arm, and let him squeeze a thick layer of creamy sunscreen molecular film on his light honey-colored skin.

The sunscreen film has been squeezed out of three bottles by Xue Fang as if he didn't spend any money.

"...I still have to wear shorts to go out." Director Xue muttered as he squeezed the fourth bottle on his long, soft-colored legs.

"The wind is very comfortable on the legs." Miao Xun stretched his muscles and bones on the tatami, stretched a little, and then lay on his side, propping up his chin with his elbows, looking at the guide's slender white fingers. Follow the direction of the extension of your own muscles, warm, soft and greasy, slowly cruising.

Xue Fang's expression was very devoted, and his eyes were a little empty after being invested in the lens.

When others are under pressure, they will watch videos of plush pets to decompress; Councilor Xue is under pressure, so he will play with foam cream sunscreen on his little lover.

What can be more decompressive than pinching a young and healthy body unscrupulously and aboveboard?

Since Miao Xun discovered this, he began to wear shorts frequently, generously creating opportunities for the other party to commit crimes.

"By the way, I bought sunscreen lipstick, would you like to apply it?" Miao Xun took out his pocket and took it out.

"I sit in an office, so I shouldn't need it."

"But your lips are peeling." Miao Xun lifted the lid, applied transparent lipstick on herself, and licked it.

Xue Fang was taken aback, and touched his upper lip subconsciously, but he didn't even notice, "Maybe it's because the light reflected from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office is too strong. I'll ask the secretary to open the blackout curtain later."

Miao Xun sat up, his almond eyes gleaming and invited: "Let's put one on."

"...Okay." Xue Fang couldn't bear to refuse.

He was about to pick up the tube of lipstick, but Miao Xun smiled slyly, retracted his hand, and threw it aside.

The innocent lipstick rolled to the corner of the wall, and Xue Fang was thrown down by the enthusiastic little house cat with an "ah".The fat that had just been applied on the fresh lips of the young man was fed into Xue Fang's mouth, melted in the lip cavity, and rushed into the stomach along the dry throat. Wet hot sweat.As time passed, he exhaled with difficulty, and his lungs were filled with sweet air. Gradually, he became out of breath.

"Huh...it's so hot." Miao Xun lay on top of him, her cheek pressed against her chest, her cat ears were so hot.

Xue Fang didn't slow down for a while, the gold-rimmed glasses were crooked to the forehead, his arms covered his hot face, he couldn't stop panting, and he didn't forget to order the room system: "Cold...the temperature of the air conditioner is lowered by 3 degrees."

The chilly wind was blowing around, and Miao Xun hooked his calf with the back of his foot, "Are you still going to the meeting today?"

"go."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Go too."

Miao Xun remained silent, and did not continue to ask him about his arrangements for the day after tomorrow.At midnight the day after tomorrow, his identity information will be officially changed, and for the two of them, the ban will be completely lifted.

"I'll be back early the day after tomorrow." Xue Fang raised his neck and kissed his forehead.

Miao Xun was slightly soothed, and rubbed against his neck, listening to the rush of arterial blood under the skin, quietly conveying unbearable throbbing.

Soon, soon—he really wanted to say to the blood platelets in the guide's body—waiting for two more days will give you a chance to get hot.

Xue Fang touched his back with one hand, dripping with sweat. It seemed that the sunscreen was white again, so he said helplessly, "Otherwise, don't go out today."

"No, I have to go through the admission procedures today. I'll get up after recharging the battery."

"Charge?"

Miao Xun propped up his body, held the guide's handsome face, his eyes curled up, "Yes, you are my wireless charging station now," leaning on his ear, the peak of his lips almost touching the earlobe, and whispered: "Dear VIP user Mr. Xue, your personal smart Xiaomi is now reporting the charging progress for you: hundred, points, one, nine, ten—"

Before the last word "six" can be said, it has been overturned in reverse.

Half an hour later, Miao Xun wiped the corners of his mouth angrily, and said to Mr. Xue, who was in a good mood and was changing into abstinence-style formal attire, "Can you blame me this time when you go to work with swollen lips?"

The sanctimonious Mr. Xue glanced at him, and replied lightly: "I don't blame you, little fairy."

"…………demon king!"

"Do you still dare to play wireless charging?"

Miao Xun made a sniping gesture at him, narrowing his eyes: "Hmph, wait until I blow up your charging port!"

"Extremely happy~"

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The old men at the top of the Federation are more annoying than Miao Xun imagined.

In the early years, Xue Fang had just begun to infiltrate the upper echelons of the Federation, and he was wooed by several groups of people. He felt annoyed, so he found a point of conflict and let them kill each other slowly by boiling frogs in warm water.

At the heart of the contradiction: taxes.

Mr. Xue's method: come to me?Want to kill each other?Okay, help you increase taxes on the other party's family property, and accidentally disclose the news to the other party, let him know that you did it, thank you.

It's easy to say, but it depends on one's ability to calmly stir up disputes among a group of old men who have already put their black hearts out, and to strike a balance with ease.

Today, the contradictions are snowballing. Except for the faction led by Xue Fang, several other factions have broken their heads, and the relationship has long been precarious.The frogs in the pot finally realized that Mr. Xue, who threw them into the water with his own hands while watching from the sidelines, was not a gentle and elegant guy at all!

Fuck him, drag him into the water!A group of old men had a private meeting.

Xue Fang just smiled when he heard the news. Instead of worrying about their blood-sufficient brains coming up with some shocking stupid tricks, he might as well think about how to stay up all night with his little sentinel tomorrow night.

However, Councilor Xue made a mistake this time.

The old men have few things at hand, and they usually live a regular life. They sleep four hours a day and can still be alive and kicking. Taking advantage of the Interstellar Ecological Conference, the shift arguments take turns to be accountable, and they just stop Xue Fang from leaving. "!"

Xue Fang's indifferent face was faintly angry: "Please stop messing around. It has nothing to do with the Ministry of the Environment to go to the Minister of the Environment."

Arrogant old man No. 1: "Xiao Xue, this is because you are being dishonest. Who knows whether the Minister of the Environment should ask you for instructions whether to use a large cup or a small teacup for us to make tea."

Hypocritical old man No. 2: "Don't be angry with young people, talk again, can the tax increase bill be revoked?"

As he was talking, Xue Fang looked at the buzzing and vibrating terminal, left a group of people behind, opened the door, went out and pressed the connect button.

"Hello? Miu Miu..." Leaning against the wall, he sighed heavily without realizing it.

"Aren't you back yet?" The voice was a little aggrieved.

"I... try to send them away before night."

"Or I'll go with you."

The irritability in Xue Anxin's heart was instantly dispelled by a trace of tenderness.It was a simple everyday sentence, but it acted on him like a curse, it was injected into the bottom of his heart thoroughly, causing waves.

No matter what happens, there are people who are willing to understand you and accompany you.

He exhaled, raised his head and lowered it, subconsciously lowered his voice: "I will go back, don't come here, there are old men here."

"—Xiao Xue, why did you run outside?"

Miao Xun vaguely heard a sentence coming from the background sound.

Before he hung up, he quickly said to the tired guide: "Blow you."

Xue Fang was startled, what about you?What's the meaning?Blow the dust off your mood? ...Be sure to go back early and arrest him, ask him carefully and let him demonstrate it face to face!

As the evening approached, Miao Xun was called out by a group of classmates for dinner.He didn't want to go at first, but he became more and more nervous waiting at home, so he sent a message to Xue Fang and dawdled out.

"Miao Xun, why don't you talk? You always look at the terminal, hey, are you afraid of missing news from your benefactor?"

Miao Xun has long been used to these people making fun of the "gold master". Anyway, it is true that he spent Xue Fang's money. Not only did he spend it openly, but he would also return it in full.

"Hmm, I'm afraid of missing his news. What if he gets angry and won't pay me my living expenses next month? I still want to go out with my boyfriend." Miao Xun said seriously.

Classmates: "?????? No, does your sponsor know that you still have a male ticket?"

Miao Xun narrowed his eyes with a smile: "I know, why don't I know, is there a conflict between my serving the patron and my spending money to support my boyfriend?"

"…………No no."

"That's fine."

All the students changed the topic collectively with understanding.However, when they learned after a long time that Miao Miao's partner was Mr. Xue who was on TV all day, they were shocked and couldn't help thinking: Is Mr. Xue the one who pays for the cuckold, or the one who eats soft food?

After the show, Miao Xun walked alone along the golden harbor.

The night wind was hot and dry, and the faint smell of the sea in the distance climbed up to the shore in waves. He took a deep breath, and the hot wind and the smell of alcohol burned his lungs intensely, making him dizzy.

...I only drank three bottles of beer, how did I get so drunk?

Oh... I remembered, that guy didn't respond to messages all night, and he didn't know where he ran...

He walked onto the square where people gathered, and the huge flickering screens of shopping malls and buildings soared into the sky. Music, human voices, and complex and changeable light pollution turned into a viscous flow of information, rushing desperately into his head.From time to time, couples and people with pets pass by. Everyone has an ice pack on their body and complains in a low voice, "It's so hot" and "The weather is terrible."

After walking for a while, Miao Xun gradually lost his sweat, and trembled strangely when blown by the wind.

It's already 10 o'clock in the evening.The evening news was shown on the big screen in the shopping mall, and Xue Fang was delivering a speech, with a handsome and gentle demeanor, which attracted many people to stop and admire.

Miao Xun also stopped and looked up for a while, and then looked down at the terminal, but it was still blank and did not receive any news.

In the past three years, he has imagined how to spend this day countless times. There may be escape, entanglement, and love, but he has never imagined that that person will be absent.

"Yeah, it's nothing..." Miao Xun comforted himself in a low voice, "Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, it's all the same... It's not his fault that he's busy at work."

Better go back to bed early.

Miao Xun turned around and was caught off guard by a vending machine blocking the way.

It stood absurdly and abruptly among the crowd in the square, receiving curious scrutiny from countless pairs of eyes. If it wasn't for Miao Xun who was still awake, he would have thought that he was having another absurd dream.

The vending machine slowly moved over step by step, and he realized that it was a thick plush doll costume, but it was made into the appearance of an old-fashioned vending machine, which was neither cute nor ornamental, but rather stupid as hell. Children who love to play will not drag their parents to watch the boring look

It is not uncommon for poor people to come to the square in disguise like this to perform.It's just that it's too desperate to be stuffed in a thick sponge under the high temperature and scorching heat.

Under normal circumstances, he would not pay.

But Miao Xun's hearing was very sensitive, and he could hear the heavy breathing of the person hidden inside.

Maybe there is some difficulty, I really need money, otherwise I wouldn't be suffering outside this point.Give some money and let the other party go back earlier.

"...To make money, you have to do market research. Children won't like it if it's made into a vending machine." Miao Xun took out his terminal with a straight face, "How to pay?"

The "vending machine" stretched out his arms and waved his hands, making it even more funny.

Miao Xun was a little upset, "No virtual currency?... Then I didn't bring cash either."

The "vending machine" began to take things out of the belly of the doll costume.

Miao Xun said indifferently, "Oh, we have to perform first."

It's too hot, and the dolls that are so big are even hotter. Just looking at the ball of cotton will make you suffocate.As Miao Xun waited for him to clumsily take out the props, some people gradually surrounded him to watch, and Miao Xun gradually became impatient.

nasty weather.nasty day.nasty people.

He turned his head away, deliberately not letting his peripheral vision glance at Councilman Xue's handsome face on the big screen opposite him.

Just as he was distracted, the "vending machine" stuffed something into his arms.Miao Xun's advanced reaction nerves didn't have time to escape. He was stuffed heavily in his arms by a stranger who didn't say hello, and the dark fire in his heart was completely ignited. items.

——Canned yellow peaches, lots of canned yellow peaches.

In the chaotic summer night, goosebumps appeared all over his body for no reason, and the numbness spread in his blood vessels. There was a heartbeat frequency that he had neglected, or he had been used to for a long time, gradually surfaced from the noisy background sound. Clear and steady, it is the small beat that accompanied him to sleep in countless nights, da da, da da, da...

—It's ridiculous.

Unable to let go of his hands, the canned yellow peach fell to the ground crisply, splashing bright and sweet juice.

—Are you dreaming?

Panting quickly, he took off the big hood of the other party, and in the turbulent pupils, a face that seemed to have been washed by water was reflected, the temples were soaked, sweat dripped from the chin, the skin was flushed red from the boredom, and he was in a state of embarrassment. The delicate and gentle silhouette coincides with the serious and restrained politician on the big screen behind him, which coincides miraculously.

——How stupid...who would bother to do such a thing?

The best way to wash away a piece of Sentinel's nightmare is not to let the wizard cleanse the memory, but to cover it with a picture with a warmer and deeper background.

——This is not warmth, but a fire that ignites his soul.

Without gold-rimmed glasses, the salty sweat would flow into the eyes. The man blinked vigorously, opened his eyes with empty eyes, smiled tiredly but gratifiedly at him, and said in a hoarse and thirsty voice: "Other children I don't care if I like it or not, I want Miao Miao to like me."

—He never, ever had nightmares again.

Because after that, I think of canned yellow peaches, and you are all in my memory.

Passers-by around tiptoed to see the person in the doll costume, the boy quickly pressed down the hood to block it, he squeezed into the sultry hood, let the scorching summer night burn himself, bit the other's lips, and choked brokenly: " Miu, Miu Miu likes you the most!"