Mr. Phil, please don't bow your head

We've been married for three years—"

"Three years of bullshit, three years, he hasn't visited the door once, the first time he came yesterday, just—"

While talking, Buonarrotti couldn't help getting angry again, and wanted to do something to Sheng Lin, but was stopped by Field, "Dad, can you not get excited? Sheng Lin injured his hand, let me bandage him. "

"You are still facing him!"

Buonarrotti yelled at his son with hatred, making Field tremble with fear, his eyes showed fear, he immediately became honest, and carefully comforted him, "Baby, don't be afraid, Dad is not angry anymore, don't be afraid."

As he said, he got up from the ground, not daring to speak harshly to Field, and Field also heaved a sigh of relief, and got up to look at Sheng Lin's hand.

The table knife was not sharp, but the serrations on it pulled out a bloody hole in the palm of his hand.

Field called the servant who hid outside the door to come over with a medical kit, and carefully lifted Sheng Lin to help him sit down at the dining table. Sheng Lin pulled out his hand calmly and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, don't worry."

As he spoke, he looked at Buonarroti, who was staring at him with resentment, and said, "I haven't come back with Phil to visit my father. I was too young and ignorant. Please forgive me."

"However, I don't regret what happened last night!"

"You——!" Buonarotti gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, turning his head angrily, unwilling to see his son treat Sheng Lin with care.

After the wound was bandaged, the three of them calmed down, and the servant served breakfast on the table.

After the meal was full of worries, Sheng Lin said he wanted to take Field back, but Buonarroti sternly rejected it.

But Field was worried that his father had been hurting him with his sarcastic remarks to Sheng Lin, so he offered to go home with Sheng Lin, and since this morning, Sheng Lin's attitude towards him was very strange, saying some things he didn't understand, he also wanted to find out What exactly does Sheng Lin mean?

Now that his son and this alpha who doesn't love him are dead, even if Buonarrotti wants to stop him, he can't help but see Field's unconcealed eagerness and expectation.

The driver had already gone outside the yard. Buonarrotti sent Field out, and before getting into the car, he told him worriedly: "Remember to keep the keys of your mother's home."

After he finished speaking, he looked at his son hesitantly, his eyes full of worry.

Field nodded seriously, "Don't worry, Dad. I know."

Patting him on the shoulder, Buonarrotti sighed and urged again, "Remember what Dad said, no matter what others think of you, you must respect yourself, and you are never worse than others."

The quarrel with his wife more than ten years ago did not expect that it would separate them forever and ruin his son's life. Buonarotti regretted it, so he forced Mrs. Sheng when the Sheng family came to him. Promised the marriage of the two families.

Field looked like a father who had aged a lot in an instant, leaned over and hugged him, "Dad, don't worry, I know how to protect myself. Take care, I'll be back with you on weekends."

Buonarrotti nodded, didn't say anything, and watched him get on the hover car.

Sheng Lin bowed to Buonarrotti before getting into the car, as if promising something.

After the suspension car was launched into the air, Field leaned back on the seat exhausted, so tired, even more tired than working overtime all night to debug the machine.

Sheng Lin, who was next to him, got in the car and received a call, then turned on the optical brain and started to deal with things.

Not to disturb him, Field rested his hands on the glass strings and looked out the window.

The aerial rail line in the early morning of the weekend is not busy. Except for the empty rail train departing on time, there are not many suspended vehicles coming and going.

Looking across the track and looking at the sky, Field thought about what to do in the future, whether he should divorce Sheng Lin, and if not, would he and Sheng Lin really have a future?

Also, Mrs. Sheng has such a strong concept of bloodlines, so she probably won't allow a low-quality omega to stay with her son.

By the way, Dad doesn't know what's going on.

When I came back this time, I always felt that my father was explaining something to me.

Field turned on his light brain and looked through the recent military and political news, but didn't see any bad news.

But with Dad's unyielding character, he will never easily reveal that kind of compromise and weakness.

Slightly frowning, Field turned off his optical brain, thinking that he would find Yi Lei on Monday to inquire about the military's internal information. If there is really something, it is not difficult to salvage the relationship between himself and Yi Lei in the military and political circles.

"How is your body?" Sheng Lin asked after finishing his work, interrupting Field's thoughts.

Carefully retracting the hand close to his body, Field sat up straight and looked at the driver's seat in front of him, "Well, it's okay."

In fact, the lower body has been stabbing, very uncomfortable.

The place where the gland was bitten is also a little swollen and painful.

But not intolerable.

Sheng Lin glanced at the hand he took away, and asked again: "Do you want to go to the hospital for an examination? I remember that you have been taking medicine before."

Did he know?

Field couldn't remember whether he had taken medicine in front of him, so he replied: "That is for the treatment of pheromone disorder, it is not a serious disease, I don't have any other diseases, please don't worry."

Seeing that he seemed to easily misunderstand what he said, Sheng Lin turned sideways and put his hand on his lap, "Phil, I want to have a serious conversation with you. If you have something on your mind, you can tell me."

"Okay, okay." The place touched was a little hot, and the roots of his ears were also hot. Field quickly turned his head to hide the expression on his face.

Sheng Lin didn't speak any more, and looked at Field patiently.

Growing up like himself, with the most beautiful woman in the empire sitting beside him, Field knew that he was not qualified to pretend to take on Joe, but he really didn't know how to face Sheng Lin. Muster all your courage.

Seeing that Sheng Lin was waiting for him to speak, Field finally watched the scenery outside the window, turned his head, lowered his head, and asked softly, "Morning, morning, why did you say that?"

Those words gave him a strange illusion, as if Sheng Lin had treated him long ago——

How can it be!

Field was at war with man, and what he said sounded like mosquitoes. Sheng Lin tilted his head to listen carefully but still couldn't hear clearly, so he had to ask, "What?"

-Complete-

9. blind date

After handing over the project at the moon base, take the space ladder to Mingta star after a night's rest.

The final of the mecha competition is scheduled to start at [-] pm the next day, and Field is the assistant coach on site, so there is no need to go there too early.

After graduating from university, Field quit the professional competition team and devoted himself to developing his own humanoid mecha, but he couldn't stand the Central University's mecha team. The university does confrontation training for the team members.

There was a problem with the ladder on the way, and it took three hours to fix it. When they arrived at the competition site, the finals had already started.

Field was quite apologetic, and offered to enter the arena to assist the players in machine debugging.

Several team members who had complained about his late arrival suddenly burst into joy, cheering and throwing themselves on him.

Participating in the mecha competition are not only the teams within the Interstellar Federation Empire, but also several top teams from the Tarsis Alliance and the Mars United Fleet Republic.

Field's Central University team was drawn against the Cerberus Three-Headed Dogs team of the Tarsis Allies.

Field is very familiar with the technical data of various countries' mecha performance, combat skills, tactics, etc. After all, he has spent more than ten years participating in various competitions between various planets.

After reading the tactics and plan formulated by Central University, Field made a few simple adjustments, then changed into the team uniform and entered the field with the players.

The game was more intense than expected, because the opponent's head coach was Field's old rival, Diamond Santos, and both sides were familiar with each other's tactics.

At the end of the game, it became a one-man confrontation between Field and Diamond. The two simply left the players aside and squatted on the edge of the field with their optical brains in their arms to change the control program on the spot.

The last two teams were expelled from the competition field by the referee group who were so angry that their heads were smoking, and they lost their qualifications for the competition.

However, the players on both sides did not lose their will to fight because of this, and quickly circled the field outside the competition field to continue the competition until the last mecha in the hands of both sides was consumed.

Field played so well in the game that he forgot the time of the date. After the battle was over and the two teams met for dinner at a nearby hotel, Field remembered that they would have a blind date today.

However, it was eleven o'clock at night.

After explaining the situation to a few coaches and team members, I rushed to the agreed place alone.

On the way, I turned on the optical computer and found that there was no phone call.

It is estimated that the other party wished that he would not go.

However, Field still politely made a phone call to apologize. After all, he wanted to ask someone to meet, but let others dove, so he couldn't justify it.

The phone was called, but the ringtone rang behind him.

Field wasn't sure if he heard it wrong. After hanging up, he called again, and the bell rang again behind him. After repeating this two or three times, he turned around blankly.

The artificial wind on the satellite was blowing at this time, and the official predicted that artificial rainfall would be carried out in 10 minutes, and pedestrians outside were required to find a shelter from the rain nearby.

Field stared blankly at the man standing under the light, as if the starlight of the entire Milky Way fell into his eyes, mysterious and quiet, fascinating.

The other party released some pheromones to test him, then walked up to Field with long legs, and asked, "Field Buonarotti?"

Field nodded silly.

The high-quality alpha exuding bitter tannin pheromones looked down at the stunned Ome