Chapter 72 Shopping Cart

Peaceful and peaceful days always pass quickly.

Just as the fruit trees at the door change every day, and the branches gradually show a light green color.

Before the Fire Crane Flower Festival, someone politely sent Fu Jiao an invitation. The person

in charge of sending the invitation should be a butler of a high-ranking official.

The expensive and luxurious paper with gold thread edges and upper-class English cursive handwriting looks completely incompatible with Fu Jiao, who is standing at the door in pajamas and has not woken up yet.

From a certain perspective, using paper invitations is also one of the ways for the upper class to show their high taste.

"......"

When opening the door, Fu Jiao still had an electric toothbrush in his mouth, and said casually: "Is it for the president? Please wait a moment, he is making breakfast."

Making breakfast.

Who?

The president? The president who just scolded a group of scholars who talked about military affairs on paper at the plenary meeting yesterday?

The housekeeper was silent shamefully for a while, raised his head again, and looked back and forth at the woman in front of him who seemed to have no highlights with a very different look.

Recently, there have been rumors among the federal high-level officials that the president has finally kept a little lover.

Not only is she very spoiled, but she is also as happy as if she were the apple of his eye.

——These adjectives sound like they have nothing to do with the monster-like lantern

-hugging figure. No matter how you look at it, the Chief Inspector of the Court would not be the kind of person who would spend money foolishly like the boss in an idol drama!!

Therefore, the entire high-level social circle of the Federation is ready to make a move.

The Firecrane Festival is not only a grand celebration, but also the starting node of the social season of the Federation social circle.

Everyone is waiting to see what kind of means the rumored lover who dares to cling to this big Buddha has, and who sent her.

...Is it her? The housekeeper thought to himself: It seems so-so.

However, as a well-trained and dedicated butler, he still cleared his throat and smiled kindly: "No, Miss, I think this is for you."

Fu Jiao lowered his head and stroked the name written in English with golden lace on it with his fingertips - FUJIAO. It was indeed her name in the world.

Oh... It should be the invitation that Baoying asked them to send.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work! You have come here!"

The Supreme God took the advice and took off his toothbrush and greeted the butler enthusiastically: "Would you like to come in and sit? Or drink some water or eat something, anyway, come here..."

Well, she is still a wild girl who doesn't follow etiquette. I don't know which remote and marginal galaxy she ran from.

The butler curled his lips secretly, and just as he was about to raise his head to speak again, he felt a chill rising straight up from his spine, as if he was being stared at by some kind of wild beast, which made his fingertips twitch uncontrollably, and an indescribable fear attacked his heart.

In a panic, he raised his head and saw that in the living room inside the house, where the sun could not reach, the shadow of the lamp had stood next to the stairs without knowing when.

Even though he was wearing a simple white shirt, the gilded, sharp beast eyes still fell directly on him.

Calm, indifferent, and terrifying.

"......."

"No... no no," his brain was hit hard, he retreated in a trance, and this time he could only mutter, "No no... you, you should rest, sorry to bother you."

He turned and ran away, not even caring about his dignity. Fu Jiao had just put down his toothbrush and stood at the door for a while before turning back.

The two looked at each other, she paused for a few seconds, hesitant: "You...you scared people away again?"

"He was disrespectful to you first."

Deng Baoying came over, took her electric toothbrush that was still covered with foam, and put a thin knitted jacket on her: "I just did what a family member should do, didn't I? In addition, you came out barefoot without a jacket, and the weather has started to get colder recently - remember to put on more clothes."

"Do you know what humans call your behavior?" Fu Jiao touched the soft knitted jacket on her body and said half-jokingly.

Deng Baoying raised her eyebrows slightly, and before she could say "I would like to hear the details", she heard the Supreme God looking into the distance and said faintly.

"PUA, mind control, keeping a canary."

"......"

The Griffin fell into a rare and long silence. After a while, he said, "......Is it really obvious?" "It's quite obvious

. In fact, it's also quite obvious that Fu Yi instigated you," the Supreme God said in a flat and resentful tone, sounding like he was talking about a harmless little thing. "In fact, I suspect that you two were the ones who got drunk that day, but I really can't remember what happened that night."

"......It doesn't matter. My feeling tells me that I shouldn't have suffered any loss."

Speaking of what happened that night, the Griffin couldn't help but remain silent again, his eyes slightly scattered.

Yes.

Of course you didn't suffer any loss.

I was the one who took three cold showers.

"Okay, I apologize for this," Deng Baoying never spared his dignity at such moments. He lowered his eyes and pulled up the collar of her sweater - after all, this sweater was knitted by him - revealing a faint, melancholy expression, "I emptied your shopping cart for you yesterday. Can that make up for your hurt heart?" "

?!"

Fu Jiao suddenly stood up.

The Supreme God turned around and looked at him in shock, asking incredulously, "You emptied my shopping cart?"

"Well, last night, I had nothing to do after work," Deng Baoying was satisfied with the result, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked like a loyal dog who had succeeded in his trick, "Your card is tied to my account, so I took the opportunity to... well, took a look."

"The express delivery has been signed for you, and they are all piled in the cloakroom... I also helped you choose a few dresses, see if you like them."

A good follower must learn to share the worries of the Lord God.

Anyway, the master dotes on him enough, so even if he crosses the line a little, he will not be criticized.

When he saw the Supreme God in high spirits, wearing a knitted sweater and running to the cloakroom on the third floor, he stood in a corner where the sun did not shine, and smiled sincerely.

The dress was certainly not chosen by Deng Baoying.

It was custom-made by him.

*

As the Fire Crane Festival approached, the work of the lynx became visibly busy.

During a meal on the weekend, the obviously haggard lynx hung on the Supreme God like a large pendant, whimpering and complaining.

"Deng Baoying pushed all the patrol work outside to me so that he could go to the temple with you to participate in the stage play and the party!!"

"The holiday patrol of the entire city center is all my responsibility!!"

The furry big cat ears rubbed her cheeks and made her itchy. Deng Baoying, who was frying spicy black pepper veal in a frying pan, didn't take it seriously and pretended that she didn't hear it with the sizzling sound of the ingredients being simmered. Master of keeping things balanced, Fu Jiao patted the big cat's head as it whimpered and swallowed, and said calmly, "That's too bad! The griffon is too bad!"

"Yes! Too bad! Why didn't they push it to Wu Fuyi, who had the whole institute on holiday, but pushed it to me!!"

"Because our lynx is the best and most capable, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, there is nothing we can do about it," Fu Jiao said skillfully in response to her purring, "Okay, okay, stop yelling, eat a few more steaks today, okay? I'll ask him to give you his share."

After being comforted by his parents, the lynx sniffed and decided to stop there, and cast a provocative look at Deng Baoying.

Today is the first day of the Fire Crane Festival, and it is also the eve of the Fire Crane Festival.

At that time, the scene and layout of the city center, which was supervised by the Institute, had been completed.

Like the carnival of the entire planet, half of the city was enveloped by a huge holographic Firecrane Flower Forest, and even the protective barrier above the sky was adjusted to a light pink. Simulated flower rain fell beside the city center square and main roads, and the short-term street market in Baroque style had been constructed and sealed with translucent guardrails, waiting to be officially opened.

The fiery and carnival-like boiling scene was vividly displayed throughout the entire federal capital star.

It can also be seen from the star network that other side star systems and even more distant marginal star systems have also celebrated this year's Firecrane Flower Festival in various forms.

The traces of the war that were wiped out by the gods more than a month ago disappeared silently from the timeline, replaced by a peaceful timeline that has never been in turmoil.

The Federation is still a prosperous and flourishing scene.

But no one knows what kind of unknown is eroding this prosperous civilization.

Just as in the unknown, a large number of foreign tourists swarmed in from the capital star port, and the security port was overloaded with data calculations, and even had to deploy computing robots.

At a private entrance in a certain port, the robot responsible for security received the wrong release data and pressed the "security check passed" button.

A pitch-black private flying ship loaded with anti-radar detection paint, like a fish swimming in the dark, entered the capital planet that was celebrating a grand festival in advance.

Looking down from above, the capital planet, which should have been azure blue, is now filled with steaming, bright and joyful red. Huge virtual firecrane flower trees stand on the streets of various cities, waving down a continuous rain of petals. The words of firecrane flowers are happiness and well-being, and people have transformed their imagery into a sacred object for the gods to pray.

Even in the interstellar age, there are still a large number of people gathering under those giant trees, busy checking in and taking pictures.

"..."

Guan Jiu glanced down for a few times and looked away with disinterest.

He looked at his reflection in the clear crystal glass, paused for a few seconds, and asked his subordinate lazily, "How do I look?"

"Radiant, Chief." The subordinate who was named answered cautiously.

"...Suitable for seducing people?"

"..."

The subordinate was stunned when he heard the words, and his expression looked a little confused and uneasy.

He raised his eyes and looked at the poisonous jellyfish with long fiery red hair draped over her shoulders and a silk dress that was as gorgeous and beautiful as ever. He paused and whispered, "...Very, very suitable, Chief."

Guan Jiu sneered indifferently and fiddled with his carefully maintained long hair.

"No matter how much you seduce people, it's useless," he murmured, "Sometimes, I really hope that I seduce people."

Not gods.