The long stick-shaped white bread was held in his hand, and the warm touch was transmitted through the paper bag, and there seemed to be a little moisture, which moistened the edge of the paper bag, and the half exposed to the cold air quickly dissipated the heat, but the part of the paper bag still had residual warmth.

The glass door closed behind him, and the warm orange light of the room was also cut out, and the street outside was a stone pavement, and the black mud could be seen through the gaps between the stone slabs, and the street lights were a little hazy, and the street lights seemed to be broken in a few places, leaving the streets in darkness, like the shadows of the city, hiding dirt and dirt.

"Wells, hurry up, what are you rubbing, young master is urging. ”

At the intersection ahead, an arm stretched out, and half of the head poked out to greet him, and the first thing that showed out was the beautiful blue cuff on the arm, made of glass, but because of the good cut, it looked like a gem at first glance.

It was rewarded by the young master last week, and Lang Bo was happy about it for a long time, he had always aimed to become a valet, and when he had a reward that a valet did not have, he was naturally overjoyed.

As a person who has a good relationship with Lang Bo and was able to enter Oster's house through the back door to become a valet with Lang Bo's little kinship, Wells has seen this particularly significant cufflink many times, and in a certain habit, his eyes subconsciously glanced at it more.

Quickening his pace, he quickly left the steps of the bakery with a paper bag of bread, walked to the intersection, and turned a corner, and saw the two-wheeled carriage parked there, the metal body was black, revealing a little cold, and the transparent glass on it was covered with a white gauze curtain, blocking the view from the outside.

There were lights in the front and rear of the car, warm orange flames dancing in the glass shade, and in the towering position in front of it, the coachman in black uniform sat there, who looked like an aristocrat, and wore an elegant wig.

"Come on. ”

Lamb beckoned from under the carriage, and to his side was the small door of the opera house, which had passed the point of entry, and was closed, leaving only the small door for the servants to enter and exit.

The paper bag was large, and in order to keep one of the boxes inside steady, Wells tried to lay his arms flat and try not to bump too much.

The soft garnishes of cream cakes are the most beautiful and touching existence, and if they are touched, the final result will not be so good-looking.

This was an expensive cream cake that Master Oster had ordered to curry favor with the young lady, and if he hadn't ordered it in advance, he wouldn't have been able to get it in such a short time.

Following Lambert, Wells walked briskly up the small staircase, which was found in some particular places, reserved for servants, who could not use the same staircase as their master, and even most of the time, kept out of sight of their master.

Lamb knew this well, after all, he held himself to the standard of a valet, and he hadn't thought of leaving since he entered the Auster mansion.

Wells is different, he is like a thief, he only wants short-term food that can meet his own needs, since he is not prepared to treat this as a long-term career, naturally he will not invest more energy, which is why Lang Brown is always not very comfortable with his work, he is always afraid that this guy will cause trouble for himself.

The two of them went upstairs, and they could hear the high bel canto in the opera house, which was probably very good, and the sound that came faintly through the partition was a little ethereal, and there was a certain kind of movement that made people shudder.

"Give it to me, I'll send it in. ”

Arriving at the door, Lamb straightened his neckline and sleeves, he deliberately straightened up, corrected the curve of his waist, and then took the paper bag from Wells's hand, he obviously knew what the point was, and the position of the hand rest was accurate, so that the box inside would not tip over in any way.

Wells stood aside, and saw him knock lightly on the door, and the door opened, but it was not Master Oster who opened the door, but his personal valet Rudolph, who had a natural and rigid face, which was what Langbert called an "elongated face", which was really not in line with the aesthetics of ordinary people, but when he raised his chin slightly, he could feel a certain pride.

Rudolph glanced at Lang Bo, to be precise, at the paper bag in his arms, and with a flash of contempt in his eyes, he gracefully reached out and took it, and from beginning to end, without saying a word, the door was quickly closed.

Lang Bo's positive preparation did not win the young master's favor, of course, and through the crack in the door he could see that he was conversing pleasantly with the young lady, and the smile of the blonde beauty was so beautiful that it brightened the room.

"It's always been like this, this guy, how can it always be like this. ”

Lang Bo was a little unconvinced, he had always coveted the position of the valet, but Rudolph had obtained this position before him, or the kind appointed by the master, and he obviously didn't have much confidence in fighting with such a person, so he could only try to show his ability, but this point was always overshadowed by the other party.

In the dimness, the blue cufflinks on his cuffs seemed to have faded a lot, showing the inferior quality of imitation gemstones.

Wells stood aside, as if he had not heard these complaints, and stood there like a dutiful guard, and the song that came from the planks rose and fell in a staggered manner, singing the praises of a conspiracy and a coup d'état, and he listened to it with a little distraction.

Lang Bo beside him was not a person who could settle down, he muttered for a while, and quickly shifted his mind, and everything seemed to settle down with the electric mind.

Wells glanced at him sideways, and the malice stopped, which was really not good news, but fortunately, there was already a lot of malice condensing here, just like the smell of the house, which was as sweet as a fragrant cake.

It's Rudolph.

Who is this guy who looks rigid and regular, a little arrogant, who has so much malice?

Master Oster, or the blonde beauty?

After an opera, the doors of the box were opened, and the corridors were lit up, and the speed of electricity quickly restored the light, and Lamb blinked, seeming to be slightly unwell, but still took advantage of the fact that the door was not open, and told Wells to go down and let the coachman prepare.

This is a matter of course, and it is also something that can easily offend people.

The space at the entrance of the opera house is limited, it is impossible for all carriages to be parked in front of the gate, and the people who come to listen to the opera have different statuses, and there are always some who have to make courtesies.

These were all Lang Bo's jobs before, and the manservant always had to do some behind-the-ss things, but after Wells came, Lang Bo naturally gave him a lot of work, so that he could reduce the chance of showing his face in front of the young master.

This is also of course, because Wells is good-looking, and good-looking people are always prone to get more attention.

Wells received these malice, with a little pungent spiciness, very appetizing, did not refuse, he quickly went down to arrange.

Every time there is such chaos, there is always too much unspeakable malice gathering, as if it were a food competition, with various flavors of food mixed together, so that the hungry people salivate when they look at it, and let those who want to taste it have enough patience to distinguish the source of each dish one by one, pay attention to that special "cook", and want to order a longer meal.

"See you next time, then, Anne, and may your beauty be forever. ”

The elegant kiss hand gift was used by Master Oster, and it had some special taste, he had a pair of rather sultry eyes, raised the young lady's hand and put it to his lips, when kissing, his eyes were upward, looking at her moving expression, the hidden shyness was like the sweetness that could not be hidden, which was worth recalling again and again.

Obviously, the kiss fell on the white glove, but the sweetness seemed to fall into the mouth and heart through that brief contact.

"Of course, I hope to see you again. ”

She didn't call "qingren" by name, because for her, these "qingren" have only one name, which is "you".

Young Master Oster is very young, his rich net worth makes his appearance exceptionally handsome, in the eyes of many people, this brown-haired boy does have the strength to gallop in love, and there are always many beauties around him.

After a short farewell, Oster lost his gentlemanly demeanor and got into the car first, and under the watchful eye of Miss Anne, he lifted the curtain in the car, and showed a smile that was a smile of some secret intimacy, which was soon obscured by the curtain.

Lambert and Wells sat in the back seats, not cold and hard in the seats that had not been enclosed, and their backs to the carriage were just in time to see the slightly stunned look of Miss Anne, who was facing this side, looking, as if expecting a look back, but nothing.

"On such a cold day, she is really not afraid of freezing. ”

The overly open collar made the snow-white skin exposed to the cold wind and a layer of cyan, as if the waist was too tight, the cyan veins were looming, the bright red on the lips, with the pale complexion, Miss Anne had a strange charm, some morbid beauty, like a girl who was powerless in the flames, which made people feel pity unconsciously.

Lang Bo whispered to himself complaining, but his gaze could not be turned back from hers, such an unbridled gaze, only at such a distance did he dare to show it.

"It's beautiful. ”

Wells replied casually, still laughing in his heart, the seemingly amorous Young Master Oster met an even more abusive female vampire to see who was the real master of love.

And he, the devil who feeds on malice, satisfies his appetite is the most important thing.

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