"Brother Chu is out."

Bai Chunian said in a daze: "Well, I'm a good citizen."

"Brother Chu has worked hard. Come to my place for a drink later? Let me catch the wind."

Bai Chunian: "There are tens of thousands of roads, and safety is the first priority. I drank alcohol while driving, and my relatives were in tears."

"Brother Chu, Brother Chu, Brother Chu, let me see how you checked and wrote!"

Bai Chunian: "Don't fucking write it to death, get out."

Bai Chunian didn't remember how he walked into the president's office, how he put the examination on the table, how he walked back to the city apartment after the president nodded, fell into the bed and never climbed again. stand up.

So much so that he didn't realize that there was an extra-large glass fish tank on the other side of the bed, which was full of water. Rimbaud was lying on the bottom of the water to sleep, and only when he heard the movement did he swim up and look out of the water.

Bai Chunian slept soundly on the bed, his face haggard and pale, Lan Bo climbed to the edge of the bed, gently stretched out his fingertips to trace the narrow and straight bridge of alpha's nose, and pulled his eyelashes.

Rimbaud glanced up at the bedroom chandelier, snapped his fingers to turn it off, and the bedroom suddenly became pitch-black.

"en..." Rimbaud stirred the glass fish tank with the tip of his tail. The bubbles that appeared when he stirred the water turned into blue fluorescent jellyfish. The jellyfish gathered and floated in the fish tank, and the glass fish tank turned into a blue light. The color night light warmly renders the color of a deep sea in the bedroom.

Lan Bo climbed to Bai Chunian's side, released a gentle white thorn rose pheromone to surround him, wrapped the alpha in his arms with his arms and tail, and slept beside Bai Chunian in a protective posture.

Bai Chunian hadn't slept completely for five days in a row. He was in a state of severe insomnia and almost passed out. He didn't wake up until the morning of the third day, his body was sore and his eyes were so swollen that he could not open his eyes.

When lying drowsy on the bed, a mushy smell penetrated into his nostrils. Bai Chunian woke up suddenly, and got up in a jiffy: "Is my natural gas turned off?"

He ran into the kitchen without even bothering to pull up his shoes. He didn't expect to see a mermaid inside. There was a piece of tape on the glands on the back of his neck, and it seemed that the suppressor had been removed.

Rimbaud wore a blue polka-dot apron, sat on the stove and wrapped his tail around a frying pan, frying toast with pure electricity that conducts electricity.

There was a handful of ash piled on the plate by his hand, and it was visually estimated that the slices of bread that were directly carbonized due to the excessive electricity were carefully piled into a heart shape by Rimbaud.

There are still a lot of carbonized food in the kitchen. Although the original appearance is not visible, they are forcibly piled into a heart shape, and a table of love breakfast is forced.

Bai Chunian thought of a lot of words of encouragement, but he could barely squeeze out a sentence about energy and environmental protection between his teeth. He walked over, took off Rimbaud's apron and hung it on himself, washed the pot, wiped it dry, poured oil, and cracked two eggs in it.

Alpha didn't wake up for a long time, and his hair didn't have time to take care of it. It was frizzy and messy. He was wearing only a black tight vest and loose shorts. He stood in front of the stove and quietly turned the omelette.

Rimbaud sat on the cupboard next to him, silently looking down at his slender calves. Because he wore a combat uniform for a long time when he was out on the mission, his skin was very white in these areas that could not be exposed.

Bai Chunian fry a hard boiled egg, sprinkle it with extremely fresh seasoning, put it on a plate and push it to Lan Bo: "It's okay to eat, I'm not very good at cooking."

Rimbaud held the plate of fried eggs in a daze, his blue eyes sparkling, and then ate the plate in his mouth. He carefully put away the fried eggs, framed them with plastic wrap, and stuck them on his fish tank as a decoration.

Bai Chunian: "I can endure it until it grows hair at most."

After breakfast, Rimbaud left the kitchen by electromagnetic levitation and took out a police uniform from the closet.

Bai Chunian: "?"

Lan Bo took out a note in the pocket of the police uniform and showed it to him. Bai Chunian took it and glanced at it. It was the president's handwriting.

"I arranged a position for Rimbaud at the Union Police Station to help him get acquainted with the human environment. The salary will be paid to him on time, and your living expenses are also included. After all, after the half-year bonus is deducted, you can't drink the northwest wind. You'd better do some housework during the squatting period, so that you won't be too useless. (Yan Yi Liu)"

"...Still so worried." Bai Chunian touched his nose and looked up to see that Lan Bo had neatly dressed his police uniform. The clothes were black short-sleeved and short leather vests custom-made according to his special body shape, wrapped around the upper body. Moisturizing bandage outside.

"The neckline is so wide that when you look down you can see your chest (which is blocked by a bandage)...and your abdominal muscles." Bai Chunian took a cigarette and lowered his head to tie Rimbaud's tie, "I really don't know what kind of job you can do. ."

Rimbaud sat on the dining table, looking down at Alpha's drooping eyelashes, a few tiny blood vessels crawled up the thin layer of eyelids, and when he lifted it upwards, they piled up like peach petals. Tie the tie in a knot.

Rimbaud suddenly raised the corners of his lips, raised his hand and loosened his tie, revealing a piece of pectoral muscle and collarbone that were tightly outlined by a moisturizing bandage.

Many creatures have the instinct to pursue beauty, and he wanted to watch the action just now.

Chapter 34

"Don't make trouble."

Bai Chunian didn't know why, but he, who was usually the most impatient, was so patient with this fish's small movements.

"Does it still hurt?" He re-tie Rimbaud's loose tie, and glanced at Rimbaud's fins on his lower body. The fins were raised in an unnatural arc, which should be stuffed with cotton wool.

"Em..." Lan Bo pressed his fins in the direction that fits his body. From his reluctant expression, he could tell that the wound had not completely subsided, but he didn't say that, Bai Chunian was not like before. Forcibly lifting his fins embarrassed him.

He no longer wanted to get to the bottom of the matter to find out how these injuries came from. Rimbaud's embarrassed appearance made people feel a little distressed.

"I'm going to work today. How can I get there? I'll drive you there."

Rimbaud took out a note left by the president from his pocket and showed it to him.