dhibooks Chapter 21 Little Aunt
Chapter 21 Little Aunt
Hyperion agreed with his lips, but somehow he thought in his heart that the update he watched at noon today was up.The pheromone in the cockpit of the mecha was so rich that it was intoxicating. He was sitting in the driver's seat, and Quint was sitting on his lap. The two kissed face to face. The hollow in the back of the spine slid down to touch his round waist.
"It's not that the current spirit link technology is not mature enough. After all, Leviathan has been using this since 20 years ago, but I still think that manual manipulation is irreplaceable. I would rather make it more expensive and eliminate all possible accidents. drop to lowest."
Quint said to connect to the spiritual link, but at this time Hyperion was also inside, and the spiritual world of the two was connected for a moment. In that flashing picture, Quint saw——
Two seconds later, Hyperion, whose head was full of yellow waste, was kicked out of the mecha by him.
"I was wrong." Hyperian apologized sincerely, until Quint came out of the mecha display with a cold face and didn't say a word to him, but he was very uncomfortable: "No matter how much you scold me, I will beat you." OK, don't ignore me."
"No, you're right. What you think is your own business. I was wrong and shouldn't look at your spiritual realm." Quint's tone was cold, and he didn't even look at him: "I sincerely apologize to you."
"Don't be like this, everyone is an adult now, I like you and I definitely want to sleep with you." Hyperion tried to defend himself: "Don't you ever think of sleeping with the person you like?"
"I don't want to talk to you now." Quint didn't say anything after saying this. Hyperion was still trying to tease him at first, and he looked sincerely at the co-pilot who turned his head to look out the window, As he spoke, his voice gradually decreased.
Maybe even Quint himself didn't realize that his ears were red.
After sending Quint home, Hyperion went to the military headquarters again. On the way, he opened the terminal and took a look. Unsurprisingly, he saw their names and the photos he deleted on the headlines.
On the way, I met Constance who came to give a report and greeted him. Hyperion opened the door of the office. Hansenton was sitting in his place in a military uniform. The terminal projected on the wall and played EBC Your Guide to Pregnancy.
Due to various considerations, the news of Connor's pregnancy was not made public, only Hanselton told those people in high positions in the empire in his address book, otherwise the current headlines would not still be Hyperion and Gwent up.Connor is in poor health, and there is a high chance of another miscarriage. Hansendon seizes all his spare time to cram up relevant knowledge, and only hopes that their hard-won child can be born safely.
There is no need to worry about the two of them in the office. Hyperion sat sideways on the table and said to Hanselton who was still staring at the projection: "What do you want me for?"
"Let's discuss about your award ceremony." Hanselton paused, "How do you feel now?"
"It's good, the pain is no longer unbearable like when I first came back."
"Then as soon as possible, you are a top general, and you are still a gold star." Hansenton called up the calendar and threw it on the wall: "Then how about next Wednesday?"
"Yes." Hyperion counted the days: "Aren't you going to Milan Star?"
"It's been postponed for a week. Connor has been too reactive these days and can't eat anything. I will accompany him." Hanselton continued to play "Guide to Pregnancy", with a smug look on his eyes and brows: "You Seeing that my child is about to be born, how are you and Quint doing?"
"Steady progress." Hyperion smiled thinking of Quint's red ears: "As long as I have a thick skin, he will have nothing to do with me."
"You weren't so flirtatious when you were in school."
"The situation is different. He was too introverted back then, and he was so stupid that he didn't understand anything. If he didn't pay attention, he would offend everyone. If I didn't teach him to protect him, his days would have passed." Hyperion Kicked Hanselton: "What's the matter with you, are you going to let me stay here?"
"I've read this." Hanselton sighed quietly: "If only I could give birth to him."
"Who told you not to have this ability. Look, I'm going back, don't forget to lock my door before leaving." Hyperion got down from the table, opened a drawer, took something, and left happily.
Hyperion went back to his parents' house. Liz and her husband were both busy with work, and Monica was taken by his parents since childhood.At this point, it is not yet the off-duty time stipulated by the empire, and only Monica, who has just returned home from school, and the servant who is preparing dinner are at home.
"Uncle!" Monica herself was a little familiar. After getting along with Hyperion a few times, she didn't seem to be afraid of him at first, let alone the two of them had a common secret.The little girl was sitting on the stairs reciting a book, her schoolbag casually dropped to her feet, she shook the terminal at Hyperion, and said with great interest: "Uncle, you're in the headlines again!"
"That's right." Hyperion poured a glass of water in the living room, and pointed to her schoolbag: "It's been misplaced again, and grandpa will definitely blame you when he comes back."
"...I'll put it away now." Monica ran to her room with her schoolbag strap, and when she came out, the textbook in her hand was gone. She jumped downstairs in three steps at a time, and asked curiously: "Uncle, when will you bring little aunt back?"
"Your little aunt is shy." Hyperion peeled an orange and gave it to her: "I will definitely bring it for you to see when I have a chance."
"Okay." Monica got a satisfactory answer and changed the subject: "How is your health?"
"It's pretty good. The treatment is going well." Hyperion didn't tell her that his condition was slowly deteriorating, but thought for a while and said, "The doctor said that he will be cured in about a year."
"That's great! Then I will be able to work in a legion with my uncle!"
Hyperion almost spit out the water from his mouth when he heard this sentence suddenly: "What?"
"I've been recommended to the Capital Military Medical University! I can go to the Army Corps for an internship in my junior year, and I will report to your Army Corps. Uncle, you have to keep it secret for me. I haven't told my parents, grandpa, and grandma yet!"
"Aren't you only 15 years old?"
"Yeah." Monica blinked: "I skipped level three."
"You're amazing too." Hyperion didn't expect his little niece to be a genius: "When will you decide to tell them? Then let's go out to dinner and celebrate."
"What are you celebrating?" Hoyle Morse, who opened the door and came in, only heard the last sentence. He glanced at the stairs and said with satisfaction, "That's right, the schoolbag was not thrown around today."
"Congratulations that I'm about to have a little aunt." Monica tactfully threw the topic to Hyperion, and Hyperion cooperated perfectly: "Well, we're talking about my business."
Hoyle was reminded by him: "What the hell is going on with you and Quint, I was there on the day of the Congress, and I can't hide it from you when you deceive others with your statement, and they obviously don't want you like that. "
"I'm still chasing you. Hey dad, didn't you say you wanted Baita to give me a blind date?"
"You're already like this, why do you want to date?" Hoyle took off his suit, rolled up his sleeves and sat at the dining table: "Your mother went to a party, and it's just the three of us at home at night."
"I can let the White Tower operate in the dark. I heard that before I come back, Quint will go on blind dates seven or eight times a month."
"I know about this. In the past few years, many Alphas from noble families have been refused to meet him through the White Tower." Hoyle said casually, "Can you do it?"
"Give your son some confidence, anyway, we also have more than 20 years of emotional foundation."
"You can put it down, you only stayed with him for a year and a half at that time, even if you seized the time in the end and you were in a relationship, 20 years have passed, let alone him, even my own father has never seen you , Even if you have any feelings, they have already been exhausted." Hoyle went to the wine cabinet to pick a bottle of red wine and threw it to Hyperion: "But this matter, if you want to take any action, the whole family will support you of."
"Then you just wait for my good news." Highbury caught it steadily, pinched open the cork with his bare hands, poured two glasses and asked Monica if she wanted it.
"Let me try it? I've never had a drink before." Monica nodded quickly, and Hoyle immediately stopped her when she saw it: "Kids, don't give her a drink."
"It's okay, just a little." Hyperion poured her a shallow cup: "You're not too young at 15, so it's just right to learn how to drink now."
The three of them had a lively dinner. Facing the father who still had a vicious tongue and the young niece who was full of vitality, Hyperion couldn't help but think of Quint.He should be staying at home alone now, and he doesn't know what to do.
Quint's parents and younger brother died in the blitzkrieg launched by the ghost against Zhu Mingsha 20 years ago. Hyperion knew the news three months later because he was in the Seventh Legion.As soon as he returned to Capital Star, before he could appease Quint, he received an order to lead an expedition, and he only had time to invite him to the artificial lake in the back mountain of the academy the night before the expedition.
Quint didn't cry that day, but just sat beside him in silence all night.
Hyperion didn't return to his place at night, he found Monica who was playing games after memorizing books, and asked her what Omegas like.
"Personally, I prefer delicate and shiny things." Monica opened the drawer and showed Hyperion the gadgets she had collected: "But my aunt is getting older, so she must like things differently from me. But , but! There is one thing that is always useful! That is - this!"
Hyperian looked at the pink letter paper in Monica's hand, couldn't help but smiled slightly: "Okay baby, I didn't lie to you, these things are all left over from my playing 20 years ago."