Lying on the bed, Sun Wen yawned and his stomach rumbled again, but he didn't eat a fragrant lunch when he happened to be a little hungry as usual. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he subconsciously reached out and touched the small bell on the bedside table, only to remember that the person guarding the door had been replaced by the trust of a short man.

Prestige had knocked on the door again before, and she told herself that she was going to prepare for Hood's tea party, and after Deutsche would bring lunch later, she told a bunch of things about recuperation, and then withdrew and closed the door with Sun Wen's mechanical nodding like a woodpecker.

Later, when Sun Wen himself was thirsty, he habitually shook the bell again, only to find that the person who came in through the door was a little taller than the doorknob, wearing a maid's costume and glasses. From her mouth, Sun Wen learned that during the time when the prestige left, the prestige of their respected maid gave her the most important position and trust!

Trust, like her name, is reassuring, even though she speaks very little, and sometimes she is a mixture of rapping Russian and non-rapping Japanese. But I don't know why, just looked at by her like this, was carefully helped by her to sit up, and drank the hot water she handed over at just the right temperature, there was only one feeling of trust to Sun Wen: "What a trustworthy child!"

Thinking about it, Sun Wen reached out and touched the bell again, and then let go of his hand again. Although trust is very strong and obedient, let alone come to her room with a somewhat heavy dinner plate, even if she carries herself out to forage for food, it is probably not a problem. But thinking that he had become a wicked man who liked to do child labor like Tirpitz, Sun Wen could only lie on the bed weakly and listen to the rumbling of his stomach and sigh incessantly.

There is trust guarding outside, and Sun Wen feels that if he goes out to forage for food, eighty percent of them will be turned into a "trusted knight" who looks like a conscientious trust. If it really becomes like that, not to mention how the admiral riding on the back of his own destroyer will be seen by the ship's wives, he will definitely commit suicide in shame first.

Thinking about it, Sun Wen turned his head to look at the window again, and then sighed again, jumping from the third-floor windowsill of the main building that was already standing on the cliff, just to find something to eat for himself, which is obviously not a smart attention, so in the end, he can only change from a little hungry to a hungry wasted person who can't even lift his hands.

At this moment, Sun Wen's ears heard the sound of the doorknob twisting, and then a very tempting smell of food came from a distance. "Ah, I'm so hungry, Germany, you're starving me to death!" Sun Wen, who had her eyes closed, didn't even have the strength to struggle to sit up, or she was used to the intimate care of the maids, so when she was hungry, she subconsciously wanted to enjoy the life of those ordinary lords.

The sound of the silver plate being placed on the bedside table came over, and Sun Wen's face couldn't help but smile when he asked about the smell of food that was close at hand.

"Germany, you're so late today! If you don't pick me up and feed me, Pirates of the Caribbean 2, you don't want me to tell you!" Sun Wen said, the smile on his face slowly turning into a malicious smile.

Who made Germany obviously a battle cruiser or a pocket battleship, but with a fleshy round face and a five-short body like a child. A collection of comfortable round faces like Richelieu, a mature and childish character like Odin, and that child-like demeanor, all of which made Sun Wen want to bully her every time he faced Germany.

It's just that he didn't expect that after waiting for a while, Sun Wen felt not the gentle movements like all the maids usually took care of him, but after feeling the feeling of sudden weightlessness, when he came back to his senses and opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on the lap of a maid, and the maid was not the short Germany he imagined, but Bismarck who looked at him with a serious face.

"Sir, no, master, am I doing the right thing?" Seeing Sun Wen's gaze, Bismarck's head had a pair of hair like ears standing on end, but she had no expression on her face, and asked Sun Wen in a tone like a soldier holding a gun after physical training.

"Bismarck, why are you?"

"It's me, master!" can only be said to be worthy of Bismarck, and even the most basic greeting can be said with the smell of iron and blood as if he is overcoming thorns.

"I mean......" When Sun Wenzheng was about to say something, Bismarck, who heard Sun Wen's stomach gurgling from time to time, inserted a sausage from the side, and without even opening the casing, he directly stuffed it into Sun Wen's mouth, "Master, you are hungry, please hurry up and eat." If you have anything to say, please wait until you finish eating, because talking will affect your eating efficiency and digestion. ”

Sun Wen, who was stuffed with a mouth full of sausages, looked at Bismarck while chewing, but she didn't look shy at all, but sat on the edge of the bed with her arms straight, like a precision instrument, meticulously patting her back with an unconventional rhythm, and even the action when feeding and the amount of food were standard as if calculated.

Although Bismarck is perfect and meticulous in doing what a maid should have, Sun Wen always feels a little weird, unlike the gentle movements when Prestige feeds him, although Bismarck's movements are also done just right, but to describe it may not be intimate but should be described as sophisticated.

Sun Wen, who was finally fed by Bismarck like a eating machine, was carried to the bed and sat down again, and after the grease stains on his mouth were accurately wiped clean, he hurriedly asked Bismarck, who was standing by the bed, the question just now: "Is Germany sick? Why did you take care of me......?"

Sun Wen just wanted to ask Bismarck how this outfit was, Bismarck, who wore a black striped and white lace belt around his neck, and a black and white bandeau maid skirt that exposed his armpits, was still wearing his original pair of boots.

This not only reminded him of the gossip he heard from Tirpitz's mouth, but also made her refresh her understanding of Bismarck again, although this guy in front of him is very beautiful and full of all kinds of cute points, but inside he is a female man full of military flavor who can move his fists at every turn.

"Master, Deutsche has been assigned other tasks by me. And I'm dressed in a standard maid attire, and the prestige says that in order to avoid your inhibitions, only maids can come to visit you. That's why I'm here!" Bismarck's answer was still full of neatness and neatness, and although it was easy for others to understand, it sounded like Sun Wen was talking to wood.

Sun Wen now knew why Gaga was dissatisfied and complained that he was a big log, and it really didn't feel good to talk to wood, thinking that he opened his mouth and called Bismarck. Hearing Sun Wen's call, Bismarck immediately left the bed, straightened up and responded, "What's the master's instructions?"

Bismarck's tone gave Sun Wen the illusion that he was now sitting in the former enemy headquarters instead of the bedroom, and shook his head, he sighed helplessly: "It's okay, Bismarck, can you relax a little? There is no need to be so nervous at home!"

"Yes, master!" Bismarck's stance turned into a momentary pause, but it still felt like he was directing a battle at a former enemy headquarters.

"Come, lie down next to me, and talk to me. Sun Wen patted the bed next to him as he spoke, and waited until Bismarck hesitated to take off his boots and lie down beside her before continuing, "Tell me about the affairs of the port area, okay?" Sun Wen's first concern is, of course, the port area here and the town guard over there, although he is very relieved of Lexington's ability to handle things, but this does not alleviate his worries.

"Yes, master!" Bismarck said as if he wanted to sit up, but was stopped by Sun Wen's hand lightly arranged on his lower abdomen, so he could only lie down and report to Sun Wen so rudely, "Whether it is the rotation system of the ship or the regular operation and deployment of the port area, it has been dealt with, due to the accidental injury of the commander, Lexington is now preparing to change the King of Chef Tournament to travel on the Ryukyus, above!"

For a cute girl lying next to her, but the tone of her voice always gives people the feeling of a man in military uniform, Sun Wen can only helplessly get used to this kind of thing, he learned some specific arrangements with Bismarck about the King of Chef Competition, and then discussed with Bismarck about the matter between the two of them with a joking face: "Why does Bismarck think you are always nervous when you see me?"

Of course, Sun Wen said this for a reason, because Bismarck's ankles wrapped in stockings have been tight since just now, although Bismarck's face has never had a shy expression, but whenever the quilt touches her calves, her instep will always be straightened as if she has cramps, and her toes will subconsciously hook, and it will take a long time to recover.

When Bismarck turned her head to look at Sun Wen for some reason, she found that her superior was also looking at herself, staring at the pair of black and white eyes with a little bloodshot for a while, and then she replied solemnly: "Master, I think it is the subordinates who should do it to maintain respect for their superiors!"

"Is it just respect?" Sun Wen said as he stretched out his leg and rubbed Bismarck's ankle across the quilt, and sure enough, Bismarck's body stiffened, and he immediately smiled, "I don't think this is respect." ”

"Sir, please don't do this. Bismarck, who was tensed by Sun Wen's bold movements, her expression was not shy or emotional but fearful, and in the face of Sun Wen's aggressive movements, she lowered her head and hesitated for a long time before saying a sentence: "I used to be fearless until my rudder hit an aviation torpedo." ”