Laid-off guide is a cat wife

Miao Xun was awakened by a burst of thirst.

It's summer now, and the climate of Capital Star is still abnormal, as if all the heat was released in one go last summer, and this year is very cool.

Especially in the early morning, the cold outside slowly seeps in through the cracks in the floor, making people's bones swell.

Miao Xun sat up from the bed, feeling angry for no reason.

He has long wanted to buy a bed, soft and thick cushions, the kind with small springs, the sound of movement will not be too loud, and it will be warm and comfortable enough for sleeping. If you are restless, you can roll to the opponent's side.

But the man refused.

Just... Xue Fang.Xue Fang was unwilling.

What do you say he would often wake up to work in the middle of the night, and the two of them had frequent affairs. No matter how good the quality was, no matter how quiet the bed was, it would creak. Reduced lifespan.He also said that home must be the most comfortable habitat for Miao Xun, and it must be quiet.

Xue Fang does have some messy little problems.

He has almost harsh demands on himself, especially when it comes to matters related to Miao Xun, the obsessive-compulsive disorder is very serious.

Miao Xun had never heard of a guide like this.No matter at home or out, as long as he is within Xue Fang's sight, the man must make up his mental barrier until it leaks.

It seems that people who live under high mental pressure for a long time will feel uncomfortable if they don't charge the terminal's battery to 100%.

The same goes for buying a bed.

Even if Miao Xun whispered in front of his ears every day: "Buy a bed, buy a bed, buy a bed, buy a bed, buy a bed."

The man still insisted on his own opinion: "You are still young, you can't be so laissez-faire."

Miao Xun raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Who is letting it go?"

Xue Fang answered solemnly: "You can't let me go like this."

Miao Xun's heart softened all of a sudden, and he rushed over to hug him tightly and said, "Isn't it good to sleep on the bed? The floor is so hard, isn't it uncomfortable for you to kneel?"

"It's okay." The other party answered lightly.

But Miao Xun felt very uncomfortable.

In the past six months, this person would often come home late with a tired body, exhausted energy, and slowly eat two mouthfuls of food. When he caught sight of Miao Xun from the corner of his eye, he stood up from the small table, Uncovering Miao Xun's soft quilt, without even changing his clothes, he eagerly began to devour his "dinner".

Only at this time, Xue Fang's calm appearance will fall apart.

Fierce and fierce, he desperately vented his irritability, as if he wanted to kill eight old councilors, and forced Miao Xun to eat his navel oranges.

At first, Miao Xun would ask him if he wanted to take it easy, since he was not physically strong after all.

Later, when Miao Xun saw him touching him silently, he should read books and play games, let him vent his possessive desire unscrupulously, and gain some breathing space after the mental bombardment of the day.

When he squeezed out the last bit of mental strength, he would put his palm on Miao Xun's neck and stroke it gently.Miao Xun received the hint and knew it was time to take over, so he put down the terminal and pressed the guide tightly until he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Xue Fang got up to take a shower.Miao Xun opened the bathroom door and went in to brush his teeth, quietly observing in the mirror, his eyes moving from his cheeks to his legs.

Seeing that his knees were bruised and swollen again, Miao Xun spit out toothpaste bubbles and muttered softly: "...you are too aggressive, why are you in such a hurry, I, I can't run."

The guide walked over on the water, threw himself on Miao Xun, and relaxed his body in a daze: "Shut up."

Miao Xun grabbed the toothbrush and said vaguely, "Huh?"

"I want to recharge."

"Charge it, charge it."

"...Don't push me." There was a hint of grievance.

Miao Xun said helplessly, "I'm not pushing you, I want to rinse my mouth."

He was a completely different person from last night's condescending, gold-rimmed glasses, with a sneer on his lips, who was so cruel and wanted.

After a while while having breakfast, the man came over again in a daze and said, "Xiao Mi, Xiao Mi, don't go to school anymore, I will take care of you."

Miao Xun and the egg in his hand: "..."

Miao Xun had no choice but to eat eggs in two or three bites, drank a large glass of milk, and then turned his head to hold the guide down to "fully charge him".

It's a good thing I'm young—he often thinks so.

It is a wise decision for someone Xue to wait until he is an adult, eh!

Sending the guide who was unwilling to leave to the spaceship, Miao Xun watched him turn around every step and couldn't help saying, "Why don't you go to work."

Xue Fang: "That won't work."

"Or I'll go with you. You put me in the security room, so you know your sentry is listening to your heartbeat, and you'll feel better."

Xue Fang was stunned, staring at his little lover's anxious and concerned look, lowered his head and looked at him, and slowly let go of the corners of his mouth: "I'm in a good mood now."

When you stand in that position, even if you show a little timidity and take a step back, you will fall off the cliff and never recover.

But as long as he remembered that it was Miao Xun who was waiting at home, he would have nothing to complain about.

Authority is a double-edged sword.

It allows the Semitic tribe to hand over Miao Xun, give Miao Xun a relatively normal life, and guarantee their future.

As long as it lasts for a year or two, it will be fine.

"I must go to work, so at least buy a bed? Buy it, buy it, okay?" Miao Xun mentioned this matter again.

On that day, Miao Xun still did not get a positive answer.

So to this day, he still sits up from the tatami.

Miao Xun doesn't like sleeping on the ground.

Because even in summer, the ground gets cold very quickly, and when he touched that side, he couldn't even pretend that there was Xue Fang's residual warmth there.

The small courtyard was misty, and Miao Xun sat with his legs crossed and was stunned for a while. The peach trees in the courtyard had already shed their petals, and the branches and leaves would be lush and green, with teeth and claws twitching.

So thirsty.

He got up and went to the open kitchen on the other side, poured a glass of water, kicked the cabinet angrily, waited for it to pop open automatically, grabbed the dark glass medicine bottle from inside, and put six wizard guides in the water.

Normally, he can drink it like this, but he can't drink it.

He dug out another large spoonful of sea salt, squeezed a little lemon juice, stirred it, watched it turn into a horrible turbidity, took a sip indifferently, felt that the taste was not right, it should be... almost something...

——If that person is here, and seeing him drinking this stuff, what kind of pheromone will it reveal?

The glass in my hand was put into the microwave.

After 1 minute, take out piping hot.

Miao Xun held it in the palm of his hand, took a sip, and sucked it carefully.

The hot air from the mouth of the cup rushed into his eyes.

——It is salty, a little sour, and it needs to be warm and hot to drink.

He'll have to get used to its taste sooner rather than later because it will replace milk in his routine.

………………

Master Rong has been taking good care of him recently.

It may be because of his young age, and the servants from time to time find all kinds of reasons to inquire about his situation.

Today I even invited a tailor to my home and asked Miao Xun to make a suit of clothes that fit me, and I will wear them in two days.

Miao Xun didn't open the courtyard door, stood very far inside, and gently asked outside: "What kind of clothes do you want?"

The tailor said, "Master told you to make a black suit."

"No, I have. Thank you sir for me."

"But master said you didn't—"

"Thank you."

The last two words are categorical rejection.

The tailor is an old tailor who ordered and purchased clothes for the Rong family. He not only watched Young Master Xue grow up, but also knew about this young man.

Considering the other party's mood, he left silently to tell Master Rong.

Master Rong is checking a long list.In his early years, due to the loss of his wife, he suffered a mental breakdown and almost became paralyzed. Fortunately, his son was upbeat and picked up the burden to carry the Rong family on his shoulders, allowing him to rest in retirement.

Now, his eyes are not doing well either.If you look at two lines of a list, your mind will be distracted, and you will not be able to concentrate.

The tailor walked into the room, saw the white hair clearly, and shouted in shock: "Master Rong! Why is your hair all white?"

Since the accident, there has been chaos inside and outside the Rong's family. How many people used to secretly hate and envy, now how many people want to see each other.The young master is dead, leaving only a semi-crippled old man and a pet with no status, and no one can even preside over the funeral.

How could such a large family business not be coveted?

Master Rong knew it himself.Right now, there are probably countless pairs of eyes staring outside, just waiting for someone to make a thought, and they will immediately gather around to eat the bones and suck the marrow. A fallen Rong family is enough to feed them full of fat.

"give it to me."

When the tailor looked up, it turned out to be the young master's concubine who walked in at some point and took the list from Master Rong.

Two people, a single lamp, relatively silent.

The person who used to maintain their relationship is gone, and together, it seems that there is no more topic to talk about.

………………

The tailor came to Rong's house again, it was the day of the young master's funeral.

The front hall, usually used to entertain guests, was emptied and turned into a mourning hall. Although it was full of elegiac couplets, it was still empty.There is a coffin in the middle, except for some old things of the deceased, there is no corpse.

It is said that on the day Councilor Xue was assassinated, he was bombed into Golden Bay with a bridge.In order to avoid detection, the killer embedded a miniature super-equivalent bomb into his prosthesis, waited quietly for a week, and finally jumped off the steel railing to detonate the bomb on a rainy evening.

Not only Councilor Xue died, but also some innocent civilians on the bridge.

But he was one of the few victims whose body could not be recovered.

The murderer was dead, and Skynet surveillance quickly screened out his identity.

It turned out that the killer was Miao Xun's classmate in the same class at the Sentinel Academy. Therefore, during the three days when the incident happened, Miao Xun was immediately escorted into the White Tower and then sent to the police station. mental torture.

——It is not impossible for the little pet to hold a grudge when it grows up, and it is not impossible to buy the murderer to kill the benefactor.

Miao Xun was tied to a chair and watched the scene of the bridge explosion thousands of times.

How did Xue Fang get on the bridge...

How did Xue Fang get out of the car...

Xue Fang fell into the sea...

Xue Fang...

Then, he has no guide.

After the mental link was broken, he was in a trance for a while.No one cared about his mental state, and he couldn't even say he was widowed because they weren't officially married.

The people in the police station called Xue Fang "your cohabitant".

At that time, he was tortured madly by mental torture, but he grabbed the other party's collar in an instant and said viciously, "It's my guide."

They thought he was insane.

Out of humanitarian and legal requirements, after they confirmed that Miao Xun had nothing to do with the murder case, they hired an intern guide to give him spiritual counseling.

Miao Xun refused any counseling.

But the rumors that he was suspected of murdering Young Master Xue still spread, and among the people who came and went to mourn, it was inevitable that they pointed at him.

"I heard that they have been bound long ago."

"Ah? No way! Once Xue Fang died, the mental link was broken, why didn't he cry?"

"Why is he crying? I guess he's still laughing behind his back."

"How do you say that?"

"Little Hu Meizi, who has been raised by seducing men from childhood to adulthood, a little stutterer will pretend to be pitiful."

"Isn't that Tong. Bride-in-law?"

"It was originally. But the young master just likes it so much that he is usually reluctant to bring it out, and even if he dies, he will not be given a share of his property? The Rong family's properties on more than [-] planets should give him at least a star and a half."

"That's not necessarily the case. He has no title. You see, he knelt on the side of the dishonest person, not daring to lift his head."

The people who spoke looked towards the right side of the mourning hall.

On the right is the position of the family members of the deceased. Xue Fang has no brothers and sisters, nor a wife and children. The old man Rong is not around, and the only person who can barely get along with him is this little concubine.

The little concubine is young and beautiful, with a rare light honey-colored skin.Some people didn't believe his rumors before they came in. After they came in, they looked at the northeast corner and saw the little concubine kneeling silently on the mat. She had long legs and a thin waist. She bent slightly to show a slender figure, which was indeed very attractive capital.

His forehead was drooping, and his body had the collapse and compromise of a widow. His back was bent heavily and his bones were crushed. Mixed with the green and astringent meaty fragrance from his beautiful appearance, he was strangely entangled with the breath of death in the mourning hall.The people present could smell a bit of bitter sweetness in a trance, the umami lingers on the teeth, cold and sad, the light in the mourning hall is cold, the black clothes on the body are solemn and clean, and the skin of the little concubine is as soft and sweet as honey.

He just knelt there, hugging the young master's photo, which caused countless dirty reveries.

The unfortunate death of the young master seemed to have turned into an obscene mourning.

"No wonder Xue Fang is so early...hehe..."

"In the past, I saw that Xiao Xue was in poor spirits, and I asked him what was wrong. Oh, now it seems... I didn't expect it."

The little mistress rested her chin on the photo frame silently, as if resting on a man's shoulder.

At this time, a man with a big belly rushed in. He was the boss of the Interstellar Shipping Corporation, and he was leading a group of sentries. What about people? Where are they going to die—”

The little mistress slowly put down the photo frame, "Shut up."

The shipping boss raised his voice: "What the hell? Who are you talking to!"

"You quarreled with him."

He finished speaking softly, not stuttering as rumored.

People around were waiting to see the joke, and the shipping boss's face turned pale, feeling that he couldn't stand it, and he was going to get a big slap in the face if he went up.

No one saw clearly how the little concubine stood up, kicked the boss's ribs to pieces, and fell to the ground like a dead pig.

But they all heard the crisp sound of being loaded.

The honey-colored fingertips can be said to caress the LunaA2 shotgun tenderly, and the barrel is thick and cold.

——It was once a small gift from Master Xue.

"Lock the door." He raised his sharp jaw and ordered the filthy hands outside.

The door fell in response, and the people who came in without weapons were completely panicked.

"What do you want to do! We are all high-level officials, you are not stupid enough to lock us here and threaten us?"

Miao Xun thought it was funny, so he burst out laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

"Bang——!!!" The blood flower exploded, and it was the first firework to bloom at Young Master Xue's ceremony.

He walked over, stepped on the corpse and smiled brightly: "I know you, you and Xue Fang quarreled on the news, and you called him shameless for pretending to be a gentleman."

"Boom--!!"

It's good practice to shoot first and answer questions later: "I won't blackmail you."

As he spoke, he brutally pulled out a "little green card" from the neck of the corpse with his bare hands, turned his head and called softly, "Bring me a box."

The mercenary held it in front of him respectfully, he shook his finger, and threw it in carelessly, the metal collided with the cardboard box, and there was a small "click", but it made people tremble with fright.

They explained all kinds of unimaginable things to their little concubine, but they only forgot one thing.

How can there be any sense of reason when the sentinel of the guide is dead?

"I am very young, so I have a good memory."

Whoever has a bad mouth, who has edited the young master's words and sentences, and scolded him, he remembers them clearly.

"I'm fair too."

If you swear a few words, you will be shot a few times.

Enough bullets.

No way, who asked the young master to spoil him?Not only did they send organizations and guns, but they also bought a military factory for him to play with.

The coveted and beautiful widower opened the coffin lid with a "swish", and golden bullets filled the entire space, replacing the dead lover, and became the wanton firepower in his hands, sweeping the entire mourning hall.

The mourning hall has become a new burial ground.

Excessive blood soaked the shoes and socks, and the remaining few people were frightened crazy, kowtowing violently in the middle of the corpses: "Master Xue, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't kill me, don't kill me!!"

The little concubine stood in front of him holding a bloody gun.

"Don't knock it, I think it's dirty." The arrogant and indifferent expression actually resembled Xue Fang.

He raised his head, his eyes widened in horror, as if he was watching the demons descending from the world.

The young face was stained with warm blood, and it became extremely beautiful, as if it was really a ghost crawling out of a coffin, and it took people's souls away.The little concubine smiled at him with her head tilted, raised the overheated muzzle, and pressed the trigger.

…………

The door opened slowly, and a strong smell of blood rushed towards the face, causing people to squint their eyes.

Master Rong's wheelchair drove in slowly, corpses were neatly piled up in the corner, and the perpetrator was leaning against the coffin, wiping the barrel of the gun indifferently.

Seeing the master come in, Miao Xun turned around and bowed deeply to him, with precise angles and etiquette.

This is a sign to the old Patriarch as the leader of "Dirty Hands".

The wheelchair crushed the rotten flesh, Master Rong said: "Xue Fang taught you well."

This is the first time that Master Rong has really praised him since he entered the family four years ago.It was also the first time in 15 days that he mentioned that person's name in front of him.

He bowed again, his spine straight and sharp.

This time, as Xue Fang's spouse, he expressed his opinion to the elders.

But when he turned around and walked to the mat, when he carefully picked up the portrait of the young master, his waist was deeply bent.

The black suit outlined the curve of his waist, and the sleazy mercenaries were startled, but in just half a month, this lunatic was almost out of shape.

Master Rong glanced at his suit, the size was not suitable enough, the mother-of-pearl buttons were low-key, it was not his clothes, but a set of old clothes that the young master used to wear.

Rong Huan looked away and said nothing.

Miao Xun handed a whole box of "little green cards" to Master Rong, hugged the photo frame, and walked back to the small courtyard the way he came.

Walking up the corridor, his calf staggered and he accidentally fell to the ground.

The picture frame flew out, and the shattered glass pierced his hand.He hurriedly picked up the photo, stroked it, the blood from his fingers painted the lips of the black-and-white photo red, Xue Fang's gentle and delicate portrait had a touch of beauty, it looked like he was smiling at him.

Miao Xun closed the door, hid in Xue Fang's closet, and called Xue Fang in the darkness. When he heard a "di" on the other side, he immediately complained: "Hello? I beat a lot of old men today... They are so good Annoying, annoying."

The man's voice was still gentle: "Hi, I'm Xue Fang—"

Miao Xun asked tentatively, "Did I do something bad?"

The man said gently: "I can't answer now, this is an automatic answer—"

Miao Xun interrupted him and said quickly, "That's a good thing. So can we buy a bed?"

The man replied: "If there is something urgent, please leave a message after this sentence..."

There was a dead silence in the closet.

There was only the sound of his rapid breathing, and the electromagnetic hissing sound in the communication.

He waited for a long time, and no one continued to talk to him, and no one opened the closet door to warm him with their own body temperature.

When he realized this, he suddenly trembled all over, as if he was gradually suffocating in the ice cave.He hugged his knees and buried his face in, suppressed, trembling and sobbing bit by bit.

"I'm in a hurry……"

"Really, something urgent..."

"Don't go to work... I, I fell..."

"Stay with me, stay... stay with me..."

If that morning, Xue Fang had lied like this when he stepped back three times.

Could it be that he still hugs a warm body and listens to the other party's final compromise:

—Okay, let's buy a bed, we won't go to work today, we'll do it right away.