About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

"No need, today I...wait, it's okay to go together, and Orson can come too, just take it as a thank you for today."

Chen, who wanted to refuse the invitation, thought about it for a while, then agreed to Hoshiguma, and invited Orson along the way.

"Oh? Although I don't know what happened, but it seems that you get along quite harmoniously, so in order to commemorate our Superintendent Chen's new friends, I'll invite you today."

Hoshiguma patted his chest and showed a big grin.

"Don't say such things on the street... So Orson, what do you think?"

Chen sighed, then looked at Orson.

"Then trouble Miss Ghost."

Orson nodded, and he had no reason to refuse the invitation.

the most important is……

——This time I can finally eat authentic Chinese food!

Orson was secretly excited, ready to have a good taste of the long-lost steamed stuffed bun stir-fried vegetables and stewed cold dishes, and show everyone a picture of a gourd when he goes back.

Ten minutes later, a bar somewhere in Longmen——

"...I always feel that it is not the same as what I thought."

Orson sat on the sofa seat and looked left and right, surrounded by rocking sheep with wine bottles in their hands, and he looked like a hip-pulling ghost out of place.

"I often come to this bar to relax after get off work with Hoshiguma. Their chicken wings and duck products are pretty good. Of course, the best thing is the draft beer—you feel a little uncomfortable, Orson?"

Chen, who was sitting across from Orson, was introducing the bar's products, and noticed Orson's awkward yet polite smile.

"Actually... I'm not very good at drinking, so I'm really not used to things like bars."

Orson scratched his head in embarrassment.He always felt that it was a pity that a 1-meter-high macho couldn't drink.

"Is that so, sorry. This is my negligence, we can change to another store."

"No, no, sister Gui has already gone to get a drink. I'll just have some other drinks—wait a minute, I'll answer the phone."

Orson waved his hand to show that he didn't have to worry about himself, then got up and went to the outside to answer the phone.

"I don't know what your amount is, so I'll make a sure shot first...huh?"

As soon as Orson left on his front foot, Hoshiguma came back holding several oversized beer glasses on his back foot.

"Olson answered the phone."

"That's it, so what did you and Brother Orson do today, Old Chen?"

Hoshiguma asked casually, then raised his glass and began to ton ton.

"I made him pretend to be my boyfriend."

"Puff puff puff --!!!"

"Cough, cough, cough...! Old Chen? Although I always feel that you are as outrageous as police officer Shi Huaiya in some aspects, are you too outrageous?"

Hoshiguma almost choked to death.

"Listen to me, Hoshiguma. Although I asked Orson to be my boyfriend in name, we just ate together today, went shopping together, looked at clothes together, and held hands together, that's all."

Chen explained seriously, and Hoshiguma nodded beside him.

"I see, so you're a couple?"

"You understand that you are a ghost...you are a ghost if you don't. In short, Orson and I are not a couple."

Chen retorted solemnly.

"How are you feeling today, old Chen?"

"Mood? It's okay, it feels lighter, and I don't feel bored most of the time."

"Um, uh huh—so it's a date between a man and a woman, isn't it?"

"..."

Xingxiong's interrogative sentence made Chen feel unconfident, and she also began to think about what it is today.

After a short thought, Chen raised his head and looked at Hoshiguma.

"I always feel like I did something idiotic today...?"

"How would I know."

Hoshiguma shrugged.

"Sorry, I just took a call."

After a while, Orson returned to his seat.

"Those who are late will be fined a cup first, brother Orson~"

Hoshiguma, a veteran of the winery, immediately started booing, while Orson waved his hands with a wry smile.

"Beer I'm not very..."

"Oh, you don't like beer, do you? Here's this for you."

Hoshiguma nodded "I understand", and then offered Orson a drink that looked bright red.

"Thank you, is it strawberry juice? It smells pretty good. Then I'll be rude—boom!"

Orson took a deep breath, then passed out at the speed of light, and the second sleep speed was 0.1s faster than Nobi Nobita

"Olson!? What did you give him, Hoshiguma?"

"48-degree cocktail, the latest strawberry-flavored style that young people like, what's wrong?"

Hoshiguma looked innocent.

"... Forget it, let's talk about it when he wakes up."

Chen looked at Orson who was already @[email protected] on the ground and sighed.

a few hours later—

"It's already 12:[-], Old Chen, he doesn't look like he's about to get up at all?"

"Ugh"

Chen and Xingxiong looked at Orson who was being moved to the sofa. The other party was still unconscious, and made an inexplicable grunt from his throat.

"Forget it, I'll take him back."

Finally, Chen made a decision.

"Eh? Old Chen, you two are making some progress..."

"What are you thinking! I don't have any information about his residence, so I can only drag him to my house first."

"Oh...then, are you busy first?"

Hearing Chen's response, expressions of 'surprise', 'unbelievable', 'accepting reality' and 'my child has finally grown up, I'm so relieved' flashed across Hoshiguma's face.

"So it's not what you think!"

Chen complained loudly, and then dragged Orson away from the bar.

"If you are seen by other people like this, it will blow up the headlines of the newspaper tomorrow. Let me give you a paragraph, Old Chen."

Hoshiguma sighed that the young dragon who was in love was really out of his mind, and took out the motorcycle key.

It was already 1:45 when Chen dragged Orson to his home, but Orson was still in Sleeping Beauty mode.

It is called "home", but it is actually just a house that Chen rented in a commuting area around the Jinwei Bureau. Because he only lives in it, and it is only used as a sleeping and showering space, the room is much more spacious than ordinary accommodation.

"..."

After Chen dragged Orson to the only bed, he took a look at the boy by the way.

There is no obvious muscle mass, but the body can be regarded as 'strong', but no matter how you look at it, it still has a childish feeling.

The most striking thing was the radial scar on his throat, which was usually hidden under the collar of his shirt, so Chen only noticed the wound when he unbuttoned Orson.

What has this boy been through?Although he still retains the rare humility and kindness in this era, but in his bones, he also reveals the icy coldness that only "people who have been stained with blood" can exude.

Chen silently stared at Orson, and at this moment she suddenly noticed that the boy in the dream had encountered something, his brows were tightly frowned, and even his body was tense along with it.

"Well, uh... at this time..."

Chen was a little confused. This was the first time he had brought other people into his home, so he naturally didn't know what to do in the situation of "other people having nightmares".

After hesitating for a moment, Chen contacted Xingxiong again.

"Yawn... What are you talking about, Old Chen? 'There is a passerby who has nothing to do with you is having a nightmare', what should you do at this time? Simple."

The other avatar on the phone was Xingxiong who was woken up and slowly offered suggestions.

"First, hold his hand."

"Ah."

Chen held Orson's palm as instructed.

"After that, lie down on the bed."

"Ah."

Chen crawled onto the bed, careful not to draw his tail on Orson's cheek.

"Finally, hug him from the back."

"Um"

Chen stuck to Orson's body from the back, hugged him with both hands, and clasped his fingers together.

"……Um?"

Police officer Chen, the senior superintendent of the Longmen Guards Bureau, who has rich experience in handling cases and can make the bad guys have nowhere to hide, finally noticed something was wrong after a few minutes.To some extent, life in the North was more cruel and difficult than participating in the war.

After all, "death" on the battlefield is only a moment, no matter how unbearable the pain is, it will not become a long-term torture.

But in the North, "death" is a continuous concept.

A man who couldn't move his arms because of hunger, and finally died of thirst at home.

The limbs were frozen due to the cold, and the woman curled up into a ball was buried under the snow.