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Or Randall finished approving the business at hand, got up and went to the coffee machine to pick up a cup of coffee, approached and placed it on the glass coffee table, and asked softly, "How have you been recently?"
He bent down, carefully spread a tissue under the cup while asking, and took out the dessert that the male worm liked to eat under the table, and placed it on the dinner plate beautifully.
Meng Liu suddenly grabbed his wrist and looked at him pitifully with pale gray eyes.
"I miss you so much," said the male, "so it's not going well."
He got Randall's permission, but he couldn't help worrying that coming too hard and too fast would cause trouble to the busy female monarch, so he has been entangled until now.
Meng Liu is well aware of his own personality.
A dead duck has a tough mouth. Even if he cares about him, he likes to appear indifferent and reserved, and it is easy to get entangled in the face of problems. Obviously have the answer in heart, but still have to think twice before writing, whether the answer is really perfect and correct.
This is a habit he has developed since he was a child under the education of his mother.
He has never been confident that his answer is correct, and even if it is correct and perfect, will it cause new problems that he ignores, and cause new troubles to the worms around him.
But the more worried, the more tangled, the more nothing can be accomplished. This is the first half of Meng Liu's life.
He admired Randall, who was seven years older than him. Because he can always make decisions quickly, without dragging his feet, never questioning his own choice, and never allowing other insects to question, and helping Meng Liu to give the correct answer.
Meng Liu has always relied on him like this.
It's just that from a long time ago, Randall began to refuse to give him an answer, and his attitude became indifferent, which made their relationship more confusing, and Meng Liu couldn't tell in which direction the answer was hidden by Randall.
He looked at Randall wistfully, hoping for an answer that would allow him to find his way through this fog.
Randall gently pulled out his wrist, rubbed his hair, and said gently, "I miss you too."
Think why don't I come to see me?
Meng Liu felt that this was Randall's lie. His mistress always knew how to lie perfectly without letting him see any clues and kept it in the dark from beginning to end. But Randall was watching him so deeply and sadly, that Mengliu was once again caught up in the mystery.
Meng Liu was forced to think about the answer a long time ago, but many of the answers he gave before were mildly and secretly rejected by Randall.
The least gentle of them was the last quarrel.
Mengliu didn't know how many chances Randall left him, so he didn't dare to try and make mistakes.
He could only sit on the sofa, hug Randall's waist tightly, hide his head in his arms, and repeatedly admit his mistakes: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."
"It's me who didn't fulfill my promise and tried to get rid of my responsibilities and find faults in you... I'm sorry, it's me who promised to stay with you until old age, never parting, but let other bugs insert into us..."
"I'm sorry, but I'm too weak and incompetent. It's me who can't hold on to the end, can't hold the last line..."
"I've always hurt you over and over again, sorry..."
Randall hugged him tightly in his arms, lowered his eyes, and his long pale golden hair fell behind him with the breeze blowing outside the window. The scene of him holding the black-haired male insect is like a beautiful and sad oil painting.
Randall said quietly, "But should everything be down to instinct, Lord?"
"It's your instinct to be in heat, it's also your instinct not to be controlled by reason, and it's also your instinct to be completely dominated by your body's instinct... Lord, do you want to blame yourself for being a male?"
Meng Liu raised his head from his arms and looked at him sadly.
"But what should we do? There's no reason, nothing to blame, we just... we're what we are now?"
Randall looked at him gently.
His gentleness at the moment seemed so genuine, and it came from his own heart. If anyone other than Meng Liu saw it, he would be amazed at the amiability that the original Marshal usually showed, and the hypocrisy was so obvious in the comparison of his sincerity.
"If you're really to blame, don't blame yourself for everything."
Randall said so.
"You should blame me. It's because I'm injured that I can't bear children anymore, it's because I don't have the ability to resist the pressure of the male protection association and the family, and it's because I value the position of the marshal too much, so I can't appear by your side in time during estrus."
He held the male worm in his arms, lowered his affectionate eyes, and said sadly and decisively.
"Meng Liu, it's my character that ruined the two of us."
Meng Liu couldn't help shaking his head, his eyes desperate: "Can't you save it? Is this your answer? I don't believe it, why is it such an inexplicable thing? Is it all too late? I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."
There was nothing he could do, but he asked over and over again, "Why can't you let yourself go, why can't you let us go, Randall?"
Randall lightly kissed the desperate male's forehead.
"Because that's the answer. The answer that was doomed from the beginning."
I lied to all the worms, but only one truly loves you.
And my madness and paranoia, you know nothing.
Chapter 68
After half a month in the hospital, Gu Yu tenaciously crawled out of the hospital, patted his chest and assured Lu Chen that he had fully recovered.
Then, as soon as he got home, he turned his head and sighed at Lieutenant General Budd, sighing for a long time, and said weakly that he would stay at home for half a month before returning to the military.
Long before the hijacking incident, Gu Yu had imagined that something big would happen to the military, and then he would take a long vacation. As a result, the accident was a blessing in disguise, and he really bumped into it. With the excuse of skipping work, how could he not use it?
Anyway, returning to the military department is now dealing with some minor, but extremely troublesome aftermath matters. He is very good at asking Gu Yu to make troubles, and asking him to deal with the aftermath is more difficult than going to the sky.
Lu Chen was also worried about his physical condition, and even felt that half a month was not enough, so he needed a few more months.