He thought that Beta, who heard his voice, would show different reactions, but he did not expect that Beta was calm, but he had no surprise, and even asked indifferently.

Different.

Why is it different.

Is it that Beta is still angry with him?

At the same time as Alpha's brain fluttered, his entire face was mixed with ink painting paper, which overlapped each color, which was strange.

No one speaks for a long time.

This also caused the silence to be stretched, and Rong Qiu's boredom was catalyzed.

Alas, the most annoying people who call this kind of call and not speak.

If he called him to call him like this, he hung up the phone for a long time.

But now it doesn't work.

What he talked to him was the general commander of the military region, and the allocation of the funding on the top of his top. Even if Rong Qiu did not consider himself, he had to collect his good temper for the research institute.

So he changed a gentle questioning method.

But only he felt gentle.

"That's it. Commander Qin, I have to do experiments during this time, and may not be able to get away. If it is not particularly important, can it be delayed? Or I add your subordinates' signs. discuss……"

Qin Muye's pupils are dark, and their narrow eyes are staring quietly at the white flower pots not far away, and the green leaves of three centimeters of pointed on the flower pot. Hearing the signal of Rong Qiu to add his Beta officer, he suddenly stunned. Change the look.

Alpha's deep eyebrow bone is getting deeper and three -dimensional: "Okay."

Rong Qiu: "Huh?"

Soon, Rong Qiu realized that he did listen to each other's voice.

Rong Qiu officially said: "What is the signal of your Beta agent?"

"Need not."

Um???

No more ??

"Add my number signal, just this number."

The other party hung up the phone.

Rong Qiu: ...

Rong Qiu didn't know what to say.

This call seems to be useful, but it doesn't seem to be. Except for his new number of Commander Qin, what he should say is still not said.

Rong Qiu looked at the communication bar, and really had a "communication application".

Rong Qiu ordered to agree.

But when he looked at the opposite side for a long time, he put his phone aside, and then saw Dean Qian on the opposite side holding his lips, looking like he couldn't ask.

Rong Qiu picked up his chopsticks again: "What does the dean want to ask?"

Dean Qian swallowed his spit: "That one, is it nice to talk to you?"

Rong Qiu tilted his head and thought for a moment: "It's okay."

Rong Qiu tapped in the chat box of the new contact with one hand.

Soon, it will be back in seconds.

- All right, you can talk when you have time.

Rong Qiu thought to himself.

I'm not available, not available these days.

When it was time to get off work, Rong Qiu finally recorded his useful data, and his eyebrows, which had been wrinkled all afternoon, also relaxed.

Change clothes and drive.

Rong Qiu drove past the security booth from the underground parking garage, and Zhao Nanchen, who was off work, was already waiting for him with a large backpack.

The little alpha obviously waited for a long time, because the broken stone in the corner was polished with a lot of white marks by him.

"boarding."

"coming!"

He used to be the only one living in Rong Qiu's small villa, but now there is one more person, and Rong Qiu is not used to it. But he still replied to Zhao Yiqi, and led Alpha to the guest room on the first floor.

"You live here first. I don't have extra quilts. You can buy them online and they will be delivered right away. The bathroom is here, and the hot water is running. , by the way, can you cook?"

Zhao Nanchen nodded again and again: "I will! My brother sent me to a chef school for a year!"

Rong Qiu had just received Zhao Yiqi's "enthusiastic thanks" on his mobile phone, and now he heard "Cook School" from Zhao Nanchen's mouth, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Just in time, you will cook when I'm not free."

"No! I can do it all!"

"..."

"It's all up to you."

This is the first time that Rong Qiu has lived with someone other than his lover. Although Zhao Nanchen is on the first floor and he is on the second floor, he still feels guilty when he looks at the photos of his lover while lying in bed at night.

As long as he silently looked at the photos of his lover, the ring on Rong Qiu's fingertip was turned around.

The moon and stars outside the window are sparse, and it is by the seaside, so there is no need to turn on the air conditioner in summer, and the sea breeze blows through the window.

Rong Qiu couldn't sleep, so he simply sat down at the table and wrote a diary.

He hasn't kept a diary for some days.

When he was still studying, he would take out a diary every night to record his daily life. But now, he only writes when he remembers, and this diary is more often a tool for him to remember his lover.

Even though it's missing a lot of pages, it's still beautiful.

I don't know how many times I've been flipping through it, every time Rong Qiu saw the records in the diary, the aggressiveness of his brows and eyes would slowly dissipate.

This time too.

After reading the diary, Rong Qiu picked up a pen, and line after line of handsome and elegant fonts were left on the plain white page.

Five minutes later, Rong Qiu lowered his head and blew on the diary.

He put away the diary.

He put the black pen back in the drawer together, but when he closed the drawer, the light hit the pen with the black shell through the blue ink bottle on the side, accidentally coating the black pen with a faint bluecoat.

Rong Qiu's expression changed slightly.

As if remembering something, his expression became gentler.

Because he remembered a certain cobalt blue pen, which was a gift from his uncle and aunt who worked in the orphanage when he was admitted to the preparatory class of the A major.

He liked it very much and later gave it to his lover.

And now...

That pen was probably buried with Aye in a certain area of the 13th Military Region.