It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 438 There is no sense of ceremony at all

As Bertrand turned his head to look at him, Sekt made a face, trying to amuse him.

Bertrand stared at him for a few seconds, then reached out and pinched his cheek, curling his lips, "Why do you make such an expression? It's so weird."

Sekt looked at him, chuckled, reached out and pulled him into his arms, nuzzling him, "Oh, although Xiaobai-chan is cute at any time, it turns out that Xiaobai-chan is the cutest when he is happy."

"Ah! What are you doing!" Bertrand frowned, puffed up his cheeks, and tilted his head back to try to stay away from Sekt's touch.

Sekt chuckled, patted his head, thought for a moment and suggested: "How about I take you out to play after you're full?"

After exchanging the air in his mouth back and forth, Bertranci put his arms around his neck, looking like he was compromising, "Well... okay."

Sekt smiled with narrowed eyes, sat directly on the carpeted floor, hugged Bertrand and whispered to him.

"That guy Gin doesn't know how to comfort people, right, Kashiwa-chan~"

Bertrand nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, and put one hand to his mouth as if whispering, but in fact, he didn't lower his voice at all, "That's what I mean, Qin-chan is just a thoughtless ice cube frozen in the refrigerator, and he will only indiscriminately attack anyone who gets close to him."

"That's right, I like the ice cube that shoots people with a gun when they disagree with something." Sekt nodded in agreement and added fearlessly.

Looking at the two people who were saying bad things about him in front of him, Gin clenched the wine glass in his hand, and there was even a click, and cracks appeared on the innocent wine glass.

He exuded a cold and dangerous aura. If Sekt hadn't been holding Bertranci, he would have probably fired a few bullets at Sekt.

Feeling fearless, Bertrand turned his head to glance at Gin, covered his mouth with his hands and curled his eyes and laughed, then he looked at Sekt, and they both burst into laughter.

Gin: "..."

Today is also a day to kill the loyal members of the organization.

As they were laughing, Sekt suddenly felt a dangerous gaze coming from behind him.

He paused in laughter, turned his head to look towards the kitchen, and saw Vermouth staring at him.

Her meaning was clear: gently put my little sweetheart from your arms onto the sofa!

Sekt: “…”

He turned around, rolled his eyes silently, and then hugged Bertrand tightly.

You said I should do it?

impossible!

Bertrand pushed his shoulders with both hands, with a look of disgust on his face.

"Aren't you hungry, sweetheart? Let's eat first~" Vermouth, who cooks only a few times, pierced Sekt's eyes, then switched her voice in a second and spoke gently to the cute boy who was pinching Sekt's cheek.

Bertrand responded, got out of the young man's arms and ran towards her.

Sekt: "...seems to have been ruthlessly abandoned."

After eating to their heart's content, Bertrand went out to play with Sext.

Passing by a municipal building, Bertrand suddenly stopped, stared at that place for a long time, his hand unconsciously reached into the cat's bag, and then the movement suddenly paused.

He muttered quietly, "No, there's no sense of ceremony at all."