This Male Was Forced To Support His Family [Zerg]

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

"Major Moore." An insect tapped his desk and handed over the file. "Are you free to chat?"

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

Yan Mo's military uniform was neatly dressed, his cold eyebrows half-hidden under the brim of his military hat, and he looked unkind. Moore felt strange, because although they were both adjutants, Gu Yu didn't use them frequently, and Yanmo couldn't even say hello to him before that.

"Well, are you free?" Yan Mo asked highly in front of him.

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

Yanmo dragged a chair out in front of him and sat down. When sitting down, he also took the regularity and stern look of the army insects, and quietly said: "Talk about Colonel Gu."

Moore's eyes condensed: "If it's about the Colonel's private affairs, then I have no comment."

His attitude was as if he was facing an enemy and he couldn't say anything, and he paused, "It's also about your personal affairs, Major More."

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

The pupil under the brim of Yanmo's hat glanced at him faintly, as if glanced at him, and slowly asked a more shocking sentence: "Don't you like Colonel Gu, Major More?"

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

Yan Mo didn't panic when he was stared at him so much, still looking up at him with cold eyes: "So - I don't like it, is there already Lieutenant General Lu?"

Moore was a little annoyed when he picked out the gaps in his words: "Does it make a difference? What if you like it? What if you don't like it? Their feelings have long been unable to allow any insects to get in!"

Yanmo's always frozen face made a rare chuckle: "How do you know that it's impossible, Major More? Nothing is impossible. Even if it's impossible now, it's impossible to say in the future."

Moore took a few breaths, calmed down, and stared at him: "The Male Insect Protection Association sent you over to chat with me?"

The words are noncommittal.

"Excuse me for nothing to chat with you." Moore made a please gesture outside the door.

Yanmo got up, but did not leave. His eyes were always extremely calm: "Major Moore, I believe you will figure it out in the future, because you are the bug that can turn the impossible into possible-Colonel Gu approached Many of his female worms show no words, but they are the only ones who can treat you differently. In time, who can guarantee the future?"

Moore felt that his words were simply ridiculous: "Colon Gu just treated 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 even understand—what does Lieutenant General Lu mean to Colonel Gu."

And he saw it with his own eyes and heard it.

When the male was dying in a pool of blood, whose name was it calling.

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

Yanmo took a deep look at him, stopped talking, moved the chair back to the original place and left.

After walking for a long distance in the corridor, Yanmo stopped in front of the corner window and glanced at the soldiers training on the "One Two One" team on the training ground in the distance. Then he turned on his brain and sent a message. Give it to the director of the Male Conservation Association.

[He is unwilling, and the lobbying plan is temporarily suspended. ]

Yan Mo faced the glass, and his slightly hooked, mocking corners of lips were reflected in the window.

The secretary next to Chairman Meng immediately returned the news and told him not to give up and persevere.

Yanmo's expression was faint, and he stopped replying, and clicked on the chat interface of another strange contact bug, and sent a line of weird numbers.

The number was deciphered by members of an organization outside the galaxy, translated into a simple text, and passed to the dark blue-haired female around her.

Qizhe smiled when he saw the news, and forwarded it to the beautiful boy who was bored with pistols on the other side.

"Fu, take a look."

The young male worm glanced faintly.

There are only six simple characters on the note.

——[The plan is underway. ]

The administrative headquarters of the military department in the suburbs of the capital city.

The black-haired male came to the marshal's office under the guidance of several captains.

"Meng Xiongzi." Adjutant Marshal Evel got up and greeted the indifferent male respectfully.

Wearing a close-fitting suit with a bow tie, the male looked at him indifferently, but his tight lips revealed his nervousness: "I... have an appointment."

Evel was taken aback for a moment, then cast his eyes down and answered calmly: "You can come over at any time, the admiral has already asked us."

Meng Liu let out a cry, lowered his eyes and pondered quietly, unable to discern too much emotion.

The captains stayed, Evel led him inside, and went through layers of security scans to the front of the Marshal's office.

Evel knocked on his door and left without entering.

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

Randall was reviewing official duties at the table, unbuttoning his military jacket as usual, wearing only a close-fitting white shirt and black vest, and looked up at him with a smile: "You are here."

There were only two of them in the room. The unpleasant memory of the last time I was alone came back to his mind. Meng Liu didn't know how to start the conversation for a while, so he bowed his head and nodded again, went to the sofa and sat down, and took his suit jacket by the way. Untie.

It was Randall who finished approving the official duties at hand, got up and went to the coffee machine to pick up a cup of coffee, approached and put it on the glass coffee table, and asked softly: "How are you doing?"

He bent over, and asked, carefully spread the tissue under the cup, and took out the snacks that the male worms love under the table, and put them on the dinner plate beautifully.

Meng Liu suddenly grabbed his wrist and looked at him pitifully with his pale gray eyes.

"Miss you very much," said the male insect. "So it's a bad time."

He got Randall's permission, but he couldn't help worrying about whether he would come too hard and too quickly, whether it would cause trouble to the busy female prince, so he has been entangled until now.

Meng Liu knows his own personality very well.

A dead duck has a hard mouth, and loves to appear indifferent and reserved even if he cares, and it is easy to get entangled in the face of problems. Obviously I have the answer in my mind, but I still have to think twice before writing to see if the answer is really perfect and correct.

This is a habit he has cultivated since childhood under the education of his father and mother.

He has never been confident that his answer is correct, even if it is correct and perfect, whether it will cause new problems that he has overlooked, and cause new troubles to the worms around him.

But the more worried, the more entangled, the more impossible it is. This was the first half of Meng Liu's life.

What he admired since childhood was Randall, who was seven years his elder. Because he can always make decisions quickly, without procrastination, never question his choice, never allow others to question, and help Meng Liu to give the correct answer.

Meng Liu has always been so dependent on him.

It was only from a long time ago that Randall began to refuse to help him give answers, and his attitude began to be detached, which made their relationship more convoluted, making Meng Liu unable to discern where the answer was hidden by Randall.

He looked at Randall eagerly, hoping that he would give an answer so that he could find his way in this mist.

Randall gently pulled out his wrist, rubbed his hair, and said softly: "I miss you too."

Why don’t I come to see me?

Meng Liu felt that this was Randall's lie. His prince always knew how to lie perfectly, so that he would not be able to see any clues and be kept in the dark from beginning to end. But Randall watched him so affectionately and sadly, making Meng Liu fall into a mystery again.

Meng Liu had been forced to think about the answer a long time ago, but many of the answers he had given before were gently and secretly rejected by Randall.

The least mild of them was the last quarrel.

Meng Liu didn't know how many chances Randall left for him. He didn't dare to try and make mistakes again.

He could only sit on the sofa, hugged Randall's waist, hid his head in his arms, and repeatedly confessed his mistakes: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

"It's because I didn't fulfill my promise and tried to get rid of the responsibility, and picked out the fault from you... I'm sorry, but I promised to stay with you until you grow old, and never separate, but let other insects penetrate us..."

"Sorry, I am too weak and incompetent. It is because I can't hold on to the end, fail to hold the last line..."

"I always hurt you over and over again, I'm sorry..."

Randall clasped him tightly in his arms, and lowered his eyes, his long pale blonde hair dangling behind him in the breeze outside the window. The scene of him holding a black-haired male in his arms is like a beautiful and sad oil painting.

Randall said quietly, "But should everything be blamed on instinct, the hero?"

"The estrus period is your instinct, and it's also your instinct that you don't accept intellectual control. It's also your instinct that you are completely dominated by your body instinct... Hero, do you 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 is no reason, nothing to blame, we just... we become what we are now?"

Randall looked at him gently.

His gentleness at the moment seemed so real, and it was entirely from his heart. If anyone other than Meng Liu saw it, he would be surprised at the affinity that the original Marshal usually showed, and the hypocrisy was so obvious under the true contrast.

"If you really want to blame, don't blame everything on yourself."

Randall said so.

"You should blame me. I am injured and unable to have children, I am unable to resist the pressure of the Male Conservation Association and family, and I value the position of the marshal so much that I cannot appear by your side in time during the estrus period."

He held the male worm in his arms, lowered his affectionate eyes, and said sadly and resolutely.

"Meng Liu, it is my character that ruined both of us."

Meng Liu couldn't help shaking his head, his eyes desperate: "Can't it be saved? Is this your answer? I don't believe it, why is it such an inexplicable thing? Is everything too late? I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

He could do nothing but question over and over again: "Why can't you let yourself go, why can't you let us, Randall?"

Randall gently kissed the desperate male's forehead.

"Because this is the answer. The answer was destined from the beginning."

I deceived all the bugs, only one true heart can love you.

And you know nothing about my madness and paranoia.