"But that's the little boy." Ji Qing said with a smile.

Ladies always like to call them that, but she doesn't seem to be wrong.

"Yes, you know everything after that." The young master said that he was introducing the house, but in fact, he was taking him for a walk, because he knew that Ji would not run around.

"If you feel bored while waiting......

"Don't worry, I'll get you back the share in your account." Ji Qing said, comparing the movements of a handle.

"Ji, you can't do this, it's better to go out and walk around with Wren more and have a girlfriend or something." The young master smiled. "Don't look at him like this, in fact, now he is rarely relaxed, and he should be happy to go out and play."

Ji Qing was a little at a loss when he mentioned the girl's problem, and said, "Forget it, I still want to wait until later." ”

"How long will it take?"

"It's the future anyway!" Ji Qing ended the topic.

......

At dawn.

Opened his eyes dimly, the professor was still sleeping peacefully, his hand kept hugging, wouldn't it be uncomfortable for him to sleep like this?

The king thinks so every time, but there is no answer.

She slipped out of the old gentleman's arms and escaped from the cologne-smelling steamer, the temperature of the air conditioner was a little low, which made her sober up a lot, the temperature in his arms was just right, and it was too cold when she came out.

Casually putting on a coat, she went to wash.

It's a shame to say.

That night, I don't know why, I accidentally fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was already here.

She will never forget the meaningful look in Pavarotti's eyes.

The old butler was not surprised to hear that the car had been left outside.

When she was woken up by the sound of the door opening, she exclaimed softly! How did she fall asleep!

The professor just laughed.

The king asked him to put it down, and asked him if his hand was sore, and he shook his head, but it was clear that his hand was about to lose its strength.

It's rare to be able to hold it so steadily.

The professor is the kind of person who doesn't necessarily put it down even if the lady asks him to put it down, and even more so when the lady falls asleep, this "not necessarily" becomes "certainly".

I rubbed his hands last night, and when I was tired of playing, she rested, and in the morning she wanted to cook, but was told by Pavarotti: "Don't bother, Miss, please rest well." ”

"If the master hasn't woken up yet, you can eat first, and if you want to wait for him, you can go to the back garden to have a look."

"There are some flowers there, and old Labradoodles that you might like."

The king should have thought that he did not need her.

She had to go back to her room, for there were not only Pavarotti but other servants in the house, and she didn't want to wander around, and she contacted Pilsen at the top of the staircase and asked him about what had happened lately.

The reply was, "You don't care. ”

God, the whole world really doesn't want her to ask about it, does it?

She opened the door, and the old gentleman sat up from the bed.

"Good morning." Wang said.

"Good morning, have you eaten?" The professor asked her with a smile.

The king went back to the bedside and sat down, and said, "No, I am waiting for you." ”

"Then I'm going to have to hurry." As he spoke, he lifted the quilt, but was pounced on by the lady behind his back.

"Huh?" The professor sensed something was wrong, but waited for her next step.

"I'll ask you a little question." The lady gently bit his earlobe and whispered.

"You are like this, which makes me feel that this question is very difficult to answer." The professor chuckled and said.

"Maybe." She took off her shoes and sat on her knees on the bed. "Tell me, what did you do?"

"You think too highly of me." The professor laughed. "Now this has nothing to do with me, the only thing I do, you know, is to hide Taylor."

"But as soon as he disappears, where will the anger of Darkmond go? And how will Cesare respond? That's something I can't interfere with, ma'am. ”

"Actually, I never understood where the benefits of this are reflected in you." The king was still biting him, gently. "But I know that there is no benefit, the so-called connection, you will not maintain."

"Of course there are benefits, although I'm not a direct beneficiary." The professor said. "But there's a lot more to it about, and all I can tell you is that my mother's last name is Sterling."

"I don't think I need to say anything more about a smart man like you, do I?"

Associated with Cesare, related to Cesare, surnamed Sterling.

The lady let out a long sigh.

"It's happened, and you can't stop anything when you come back." The professor advised her, "And now, even if I hand Taylor over to you, it's useless for you to send him to the police station." ”

Taylor was just a fuse.

What really stirs up the outside is because of interests and ambitions.

"But you still hold him, even if his existence can't ease the outside world, you still hold him." The lady said. "You have your own plans."

"Then this is my little secret, and I will leave it to you alone." The professor smiled and turned to kiss her.

She was clearly tired of herself.

But his eyes are still melancholy.

"Go wash up, go have breakfast." The lady smiled and pushed him away. "I'm hungry."

"You lit a fire, but you weren't responsible for extinguishing it." He still pretended to be pathetic to cling to her.

Wang Xizhi's temples beat suddenly, his heart is indeed not on fire now, and if he continues to tolerate it, he will really catch fire, firmly push him away, and reiterate: "Go wash up." ”

The professor left disappointed.

Wang picked up his phone, sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him, found headphones to put on, and listened to some morning music.

......

Ji looked at Egombio outside, and his phone vibrate.

"How?" He saw the lady's text message.

"It's barely alright, what about the two of you?"

"It's here, too, and it sounds like we're probably a lot better than you."

Ji smiled bitterly in front of the screen and replied: "I don't have anything bitter, Adams is harder." ”

"Where are you now? Do what? The lady apparently changed the subject.

Young master, no one can help him.

"Rest at Adams' house." Ji Qing said.

"Relax, you can come to me if you have something."

"Okay, in addition, Adams changed the phone, the number is ......," Ji Qing replied.

Although the number has been changed, the young master has not taken the initiative to contact the lady.

"Okay, I got it."

Communication came to an abrupt halt.

Changed the number, right?

Do you want him to break off with his fox friends and dogs?

Or just cut off contact with dangerous people?

Only the young master knows this.

At this time, the young master was sitting in the dim room, staring at the screen, listening to the lesson he was listening to now.

......

After the lady finished eating, she went to see William, whom he had raised.

This big dog is enthusiastic about the professor, but does not pounce on the owner.

The lady prefers cats, but she doesn't hate dogs either, so she squats down to feed them and mingles with them.

She touched the dog's head, saw him sticking out his tongue, standing under the flower pavilion, and asked the old gentleman who was watching this scene with a smile without looking back.

"Lanchester, you say, what makes a good politician?"

"It won't be someone like Adams anyway." She suddenly asked such a question, and he replied. "But even if he's not good enough, he'll still go down that path."

"There is no other path for him to choose."

The king sighed.

"The so-called fate." She sighed.

"I still don't believe it." The professor said so.