Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 156 Manju Again
After some discussion, Sang Qing issued a recruitment notice.

However, it was issued through the logistics department, because Sang Qing's position was still in the logistics department, and the detention center did not have the military's onboarding process.

From now on, each month, you will need to go to the logistics department to provide at least three treatments of grade A or above.

Sang Qing felt there was no problem; it would only take half a day and wouldn't require much mental energy. She hadn't seen Xiao Lu in a long time either.

After Commander Bill left, General Curry spoke up, half-coaxing and half-tempting: "Comrade Sang Qing, how about you consider officially joining the Fifth Containment Facility? Although we don't have many people in our facility, they are all top-notch in strength."

Sang Qing raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, "Didn't I already join the shelter a long time ago?"

“I’m not talking about taking up a position, but rather as a strategic partner of the containment facility. You know, I created the Fifth Containment Facility.” Curry said with a kind expression.

Sang Qing asked suspiciously, "Is there any revenue?"

Curry: "..."

It was so blunt that even Admiral Curry was taken aback.

"We didn't have it before, but we will in the future. The shelter is almost turning a profit now."

General Curry said this with great confidence.

As long as Sang Qing is around, it won't be long before they can make up for all the money they've lost over the years.

"How about it, Comrade Sang Qing? How about we work together to expand and strengthen our business?"

Sang Qing was amused by Curry's statement, "I'll think about it."

"Okay, let me know when you've thought it through. I'll send you a brief overview of the shelter later."

Curry was all smiles, as if he could already foresee a bright future for the shelter.

Sang Qing returned to the treatment room, but Man Zhu had already left.

She suddenly remembered that the confidentiality agreement hadn't been signed yet, and she'd forgotten about it because of Manju's distraction.

Since he had nothing else to do, Sang Qing took the confidentiality agreement and went to the Department of Aquatic Life to find Man Zhu.

As a result, Manju personally cut off the only keratinous tentacle, blood splattered all over the ground, and the lifeless keratinous tentacle lay in a pool of blood.

Manju's emerald green eyes were icy cold, as if she had simply discarded something useless.

Sang Qing opened her mouth, "Doesn't it hurt?"

She didn't react much to the bloody scene, but simply expressed her bewilderment at Manju's perplexing behavior.

Even though five strands had already broken, he still tortured himself by cutting off the last one.

His keratinous tentacles are his best weapon.

Does Manju have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Do you think a family should always be together?
Manju retracted her sharp nails, completely unconcerned, and even managed a laugh. "It hurts, but it almost hurt you. I cut it off to avenge you."

"Then you should twist your head off." Sang Qing raised an eyebrow playfully.

After all, it's his brain that controls the tentacles, isn't it?
Manju looked up at her, "So heartless?"

Manzhu raised her hand and licked the bloodstains on her fingertip, her smile somewhat eerie, as she slowly walked towards Sang Qing.

"That's fine, but you have to do it yourself."

Sang Qing resisted the urge to roll her eyes and handed him the confidentiality agreement.

Manju took the pen with her unblemished hand and signed her name in bold strokes in the lower right corner.

Manju's handwriting is surprisingly beautiful.

The calligraphy is standard running script, with its own unique style, clearly showing that the writer has practiced it extensively.

Sang Qing tore off the side page and gave it to Man Zhu, then put the main page away.

Her gaze inadvertently fell upon the still-bleeding, half-cut keratinous tentacle beside Manju, and she asked curiously, "How long will it take for this to heal completely?"

"Not long, maybe a little over a month," Manju replied casually, retracting her keratinous tentacles.

Oh, that's pretty fast.

The orcs' structure is truly amazing.

As Sang Qing was sighing, Man Zhu walked up behind her and asked softly, "Did you like the pastries from last time?"

Sang Qing was a little confused by the sudden change of topic, but still nodded honestly: "I like it, it's quite delicious."

Then Manju gave her two more boxes of pastries.

Sang Qing looked at Man Zhu with a puzzled expression, but did not reach out to take it.

Manju paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "An apology."

Sang Qing then accepted it.

Considering that Manju's pastries were indeed delicious, she temporarily forgave his rude behavior.

She only hoped that, considering how hard she had gone to save her, he would stop threatening and intimidating her.

Actually, Manju is quite normal when he's not going crazy. His excellence is also obvious to all, otherwise the people in the shelter, including those from other teams, wouldn't have such faith in him.

After leaving the aquatic department, Sang Qing did not stay at the shelter and went straight home.

Big Bear came to pick her up.

I don't know what Shi Ying has been busy with these past two days, she comes home very late every day.

According to Xiong Da, Shi Ying wasn't busy with military affairs either; she was out running around with You Fei every day.

When Shi Ying returned under the cover of night, she saw Sang Qing nestled on the sofa looking at the personal terminal.

Holding a cushion in her hands, she was chewing on something, her cheeks twitching like a lazy little hamster.

Looking at the female creature that belonged exclusively to him in the house, Shi Ying felt much happier.

"What are you eating?"

Shi Ying walked over.

"Pastries." Sang Qing didn't even bother to lift her eyelids and continued looking at the personal terminal.

When Shi Ying's gaze fell on the pastry box on the table, the smile on her lips faded.

Almost instantly, Shi Ying thought of someone.

"Manju?"

The moment those two words were uttered, there was a hint of gritted teeth.

The pleasant and relaxed aura that had been emanating from him vanished, replaced by a gloomy demeanor.

Sang Qing gave a soft "hmm" in response.

General Curry sent her a document. Sang Qing didn't have time to pay attention to Shi Ying. She took a bite of the pastry in her hand and casually pointed to the coffee table, "Help yourself if you want some."

Shi Ying stared at the pastry box on the table, wishing she could burn it with her eyes.

It's Manju again!

The aura emanating from the little bodhisattva was also that of Manjushri.

Shi Ying ground his back teeth, his eyes deep and intense.

After a while, he sat down next to Sang Qing and took her hand as she ate the pastry.

He ate the rest of the pastry in one bite.

Sang Qing: “?”

Sang Qing turned her head and subconsciously glanced at the coffee table.

She'd only eaten two; there were still many left.

"you……"

Sang Qing looked up and met Shi Ying's extremely dangerous gaze.

Suppression, restlessness, and... anger?
Shi Ying was still holding Sang Qing's hand. She chewed haphazardly for a couple of seconds and swallowed the sweet taste.

His deep, unfathomable golden eyes were fixed on her, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Are Manju's pastries really that delicious?"

The ambiguous tone made it impossible for Sang Qing to distinguish whether it was an affirmative or interrogative sentence.

Sang Qing frowned, not understanding why Shi Ying was being sarcastic again.

She hasn't offended him recently, has she?

Moreover, because Shi Ying was busy, she was also busy, and she hadn't petted the cat for a week.

"Ok?"

Shi Ying received no response, and squinted in dissatisfaction, moving even closer.

The warm breath hit Sang Qing's hand, which was being held, sending a shiver down her spine.

Only after a moment of realization did I truly understand the importance of this matter.

A wave of heat crept up my cheeks.

"You...ate my pastry."

Sang Qing withdrew her hand and stepped back a little.

Sang Qing's actions undoubtedly intensified Shi Ying's agitation.

"Can't I eat it?"

Sang Qing: “…”

How can you be so unreasonable?