Chapter 321 Is There Someone You Like?

At present, in the entire interstellar world, except for the ocean planet Azure Star, there are no natural pearls in other star regions, and they are all synthesized from chemical materials.

Aimoye is convinced that once natural pearls are put on the market, they will be very popular.

The Queen laughed, "It seems you are more interested in making money."

When it comes to money, Ai Moye is a little boring, "How should I put it? When I have no money, I think about money every day. When I really have money, I don't know what to do with the money."

Sure enough, after wealth becomes extremely abundant, you will find that your spirit is so lacking and empty.

It took several hours for Aimoye to finish adjusting all the monitors, and the Queen also finalized some marine life.

Because some creatures are relatively fragile and not suitable for long-distance movement, they will be given to the Luna Kingdom by the empire in the future.

The two countries are now in a state of friendly relations and diplomatic relations, and there will be many opportunities for the Queen and Aimoye to meet in the future.

On the way back to the prison in the airship, the Queen lamented: "There are scarce resources wherever superpowers go, but your empire actually allows them to farm and raise fish."

"There are thousands of water-type superpowers distributed in the sea area, and nearly 200,000 light superpowers have been recruited on the entire 2B planet," the warden joked. "Thank you, Miss Ai, for driving the rapid development of the economy and providing many jobs. ”

Ai Moye is used to being teased, "In these long years, I always have to find something to do. It's easy to have random thoughts when I'm idle every day."

In the future, more superpowers will be dispatched to Planet 2B. After Planet 2B succeeds as a test site, other planets in the empire will also be gradually developed and changed.

If there hadn't been that sudden interstellar war, Aimoye would have a very optimistic attitude towards the future.

When thinking of the current chaotic interstellar situation, Ai Moye's eyes couldn't help but dim.

Obviously none of the citizens were as nervous as she was, but she was the only one who seemed to have a premonition of some bad outcome and was always worried.

When the Queen saw this, she gently rubbed her head as if comforting a cute little sister.

"Don't show such a troubled expression, otherwise your marshal will be worried."

Ai Moye was depressed and glanced out the window, "I hope there won't be any accidents."

On the military satellite, several special operations forces had just finished clearing out the Zerg approaching the defense line and quickly went to the command room to make a military report.

After the report, the other generals left, except Cen Chengcheng.

"The situation is urgent. We need to finalize the plan as soon as possible, Marshal." Cen Chengcheng was covered in blood and exuded the fishy smell of Zerg.

Di Lie raised his head from the pile of documents on the table, and his cold and majestic eyes fell on the wound on his abdomen.

"Go to the infirmary."

"No," Cen Chengcheng said, frowning, "some bastard military doctor is in the medical room."

If Ai Moye was there, he would have gone long ago.

Healing is not the point. The point is that Aimoye will bring out snacks for him to eat.

Di Lie followed him, then lowered his eyes and quickly stamped various documents, his movements so fast that afterimages appeared.

Recently, network security has been seriously threatened. In order to retain files and backup, electronic information has been converted into paper materials, resulting in a significant increase in Dilie's clerical workload.

Anne came in with coffee and said, "It's time for you to rest, Marshal."

After returning from Aimoye, Di Lie had been restless for several days.

Cen Chengcheng also encouraged, "Because Miss Ai is not here, do you feel that your home is empty, lonely and cold? Anyway, it is very close to Miss Ai, why don't you go find her?"

Annie cooperated, "I will arrange the airship now."

Di Lie ignored it, but he didn't refuse either. He continued stamping frantically on the mountain of documents.

So, just after class in the afternoon, Ai Moye, who was about to go to the flower field to pick flowers, saw the Marshal's airship land.

The marshal entered the room without saying a word, occupied Ai Moye's desk, then took out stacks of documents from the space and continued to stamp them non-stop.

The scattered synthetic paper pages were flying in the sky like snowflakes, which made Ai Moye want to vomit.

For half an hour, she watched the marshal sitting there poking and prodding, as if his face had become numb and stiff.

What a poor person.

A few pages of paper floated to Ai Moye's feet. She bent down to pick them up and saw that the signature was Wen Liangyan's signature.

The main content is that I hope to participate in future military operations.

"Uncle Emperor, this..."

Di Lie took it and stamped it without looking.

"They all have to participate in legitimate military operations."

Ai Moye failed to look carefully and asked, "Do I want it too?"

Having finished dealing with a bunch of hills, General Di Lie pushed the seal to the side, cleared a little gap, and then turned around and gently pulled Ai Moye in front of him.

Because he was sitting down, the marshal, who was always aloof, was shorter than Aimoye.

He looked up at Ai Moye, his beautiful ice blue eyes reflecting Ai Moye's worried face.

"After you give birth to this child, no one or anything will be able to hinder you."

Ai Moye's eyes flickered, "What about you?"

"I don't know how." The marshal raised his hand and touched Ai Moye's smooth and white cheek.

Ai Moye always felt that his eyes were a little strange.

It seems like attachment, but also like determination, like going on a long journey but unable to let go of worries about the person you care about.

With her heart beating slightly, Aimoye blurted out, "Are you leaving?"

Her tone was irritable, even fierce, and she subconsciously held Di Lie's cuffs and tugged on the shining silver button.

The marshal laughed silently.

He gently stroked the contours of Ai Moye's eyebrows and eyes, as if he wanted to deeply imprint the girl's face in his mind.

"You are growing up slowly, and there are more than two hundred years of long time ahead."

Ai Moye didn't understand, and tilted her head to look at him.

Di Lie was in a complicated mood.

He always thought that he would not have any nostalgia, but why could he never face Ai Moye calmly?

Because of an accident, she had a blood relationship with him, from the beginning of taking care of her with ulterior motives to the later marriage as a matter of course.

Whether it was Ai Moye or the unborn child in her belly, it should have been his responsibility.

But now, he must also atone for his sins and can no longer escape.

With his palm on Ai Moye's waist, Di Lie asked seriously, "Do you have a favorite type of male in school?"

Ai Moye narrowed her eyes and pretended to chop him, "I'll cut you."

Realizing that this statement was not quite right, the marshal coughed awkwardly and explained again.

"What I mean is that after the contract marriage ends, you can regain your freedom. If you like someone now, I can help you investigate the details."

He said something that was not right. Ai Moye was not angry about this inexplicable statement, but felt that Di Lie was very strange.

Because he had never been in love, the marshal might not be as comfortable dealing with emotional matters as he was dealing with military affairs?

Scratching his head in annoyance, Ai Moye tried to sort out this messy conversation, "Honestly, what do you want to say?"