This Male Was Forced To Support His Family

Chapter 67: blame

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Moore was sitting by the office window, staring at a blank sheet of paper on the table.

"Major Moore." You Woong tapped his desk and handed the document over, "Are you free to chat?"

Moore's thoughts suddenly retracted, he looked up and saw that it was another adjutant, Major Yanmo. He was stunned for a moment: "Talk to me?"

Yan Mo's uniform was dressed neatly, and his cold brows were half hidden under the brim of his military hat, looking inhumane. Moore felt strange, because although they were both adjutants, Gu Yu didn't often use them. Before that, Yan Mo and him couldn't even say hello.

"Well, are you free?" Yan Mo asked with a high pestle in front of him.

Moore paused, but still smiled: "Of course, what do you want to talk about?"

Yan Mo dragged out a chair in front of him and sat down. When he sat down, he also had a neat and stoic manner as a soldier, and said quietly, "Let's talk about Colonel Gu."

Moore's eyes narrowed: "If it's about the colonel's private affairs, I can't comment."

His attitude was like a big enemy and he couldn't talk, Yan Mo paused: "It's also about your personal affairs, Major Moore."

Moore was a little confused: "What about my personal affairs? And what does it have to do with the colonel?"

Yan Mo's pupil under the brim of his hat glanced at him lightly, as if glancing at him, and slowly asked a shocking sentence: "Don't you like Colonel Gu, Major Moore?"

Moer reacted a little too conflicted, stood up with a swipe, and glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Colonel Gu already has Lieutenant General Lu!"

Yan Mo was not flustered by him staring at him like this, and still looked up at him with a pair of cold eyes: "So - it's not that you don't like it, is there already Lieutenant General Lu?"

Mole was a little annoyed when he picked out the gap in his words: "Does it make a difference? What if you like it? What if you don't like it? It's impossible for their relationship to allow any bugs to get in!"

Yan Mo's always frozen face gave a rare chuckle: "How do you know it's impossible, Major Moore? Nothing is impossible. Even if it's impossible now, it's not certain whether it will be impossible in the future."

Mole was overexcited and gasped for a few breaths. He calmed down a little and still glared at him: "Did the Male Protection Association send you over to chat with me?"

Words are noncommittal.

"Then forgive me and you have nothing to talk about." Moore made a gesture of invitation to the door.

Yan Mo got up, but didn't leave, his eyes always looked extremely calm: "Major Moore, I believe you will figure it out in the future, because you are the worm who can turn the impossible into the possible - Colonel Gu is close to him. Many of the female insects in your life are honest, but they are the only ones who can treat you differently, given time, who can guarantee the future?"

Moore thought his words were ridiculous: "Colonel Gu is just treating me as a colleague, subordinate and partner. You look at it with prejudice, and of course what you see is prejudice."

"And you don't know anything," Moore said with a sullen face, "you don't understand at all - what Lu Zhong will mean to Colonel Gu."

And he saw it and heard it.

Whose name was the male calling when he was dying in a pool of blood.

Moore had never seen such a heavy and deep bond between the two insects in his life. The scene shocked him for a long time, and it was destined to be unforgettable even after many years.

Yan Mo took a deep look at him, said no more, moved the chair back to its original place and left.

After walking a long distance in the corridor, Yan Mo stopped in front of the corner window, glanced at the army bug team practicing "one-two-one" on the training ground in the distance, turned on his brain, and sent a message To the director of the Male Conservation Society.

[He is reluctant, and the lobbying program is temporarily interrupted. ]

Yan Mo faces the glass, and the corners of his lips are reflected in the window with a smirk.

The secretary next to President Meng immediately replied to the message, telling him not to give up and persevere.

Yan Mo's expression was indifferent, and he stopped replying to the letter. He opened the chat interface of another strange contact bug, and sent a line of strange numbers to it.

The numbers were deciphered by members of the organization outside the distant galaxy, translated into a simple text, and handed to the dark blue-haired female beside him.

Qi Zhe smiled when he saw the news, and turned it to the beautiful teenager who was bored playing with a pistol.

"Fu, take a look."

The young male worm glanced lightly.

There are only six simple characters on the note.

—[Plans are in progress. ]

Suburbs of the capital star, the military administrative headquarters.

The black-haired male was led by several captains to the front of the Marshal's office.

"Meng Xiongzi." The marshal's adjutant, Evel, got up and greeted the indifferent and noble-looking male worm respectfully.

The male was wearing a tight-fitting suit with a bow tie and looked at him indifferently, but his tight lips revealed his nervousness: "I... have an appointment."

Evil froze for a moment, lowered his eyes and replied calmly: "You can come over at any time, the admiral has already told us."

Meng Liu snorted, lowered his eyes and pondered quietly, unable to discern too many emotions.

The captains stayed behind, and Evel led him in, and went through layers of security scanning to the front of the marshal's office.

Evel knocked on the door for him and left without entering.

Meng Liu slowly turned the doorknob open and took a deep breath.

Randall was correcting official duties behind the desk. He took off his military jacket as usual, only wearing a close-fitting white shirt and black vest, looking up at him with a smile: "You're here."

There were only the two of them in the room. The unpleasant memory of the last time they were alone came back to his mind. Meng Liu didn't know how to start the conversation, so he bowed his head and nodded, went to sit down on the sofa, and took the suit jacket by the way. unravel.

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 but worry 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 I have the answer in my heart, but I 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, it will not 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 delay, never question his choice, and never allow other insects to question, and help 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.

Meng Liu didn't know how many opportunities 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 get inserted 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 in his arms 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 instinct... Lord, do you want to blame yourself for being a male worm?"

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 really want 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 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, only one truly loves you.

And my madness and paranoia, you know nothing.