Early morning.

It was still the biological clock that woke her up, and the professor usually got up a little later than her, so today she was comfortably in bed, so as not to wake him up, and she didn't open her eyes and look up until he moved.

It was sinking into his eyes.

"Good morning." The professor bowed his head and kissed him.

"You too, sir." The lady moved, and could smell the wind blowing out of the quilt when she turned over, and it was also the smell of his cologne, with warmth. Oh my God, this quilt is like a steamer.

"Oh my God. I feel like I'm about to get into the taste of Wang Xizhi, who tastes like Lanchester. She complained.

"There's nothing bad about it, oh, I should say I like that of you." The professor sat up, admiring the sunlight and the room leaking in from the edge of the curtains, and watched the TV that had been on all night, but the lady was still cowering under the quilt, not knowing whether she liked to move or was shy. "What would you like for breakfast? I can bring it back. After eating, we will set off again. ”

"Not a bad idea." Wang Xizhi said. "I'm going to bother you, Lanchester."

The professor smiled, she was really very polite, so he put on his shirt and suit, unhurried, and the calmness he had lost last night returned to him. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that every time he breaks that calmness, it is because of himself.

Whether it was Miles's time, or many times since, or last night, it was interesting to pick aside the old gentleman's faults and find so many of his shining points.

The professor couldn't find his tie, and when he thought about it, it seemed to have been lost on the side of the bed, so he went around to the other side, and found the tie where he had slept under the bed all night, and it was strange that he had worn the same clothes as yesterday. But on second thought, it should be because they didn't have time to take a shower yesterday, so he doesn't mind being "polluted".

It's a rare thing that he didn't change his clothes again.

"What to eat, have you thought about it?" The professor asked, tie-inducing.

"You'll be able to guess, take your time." Wang Xizhi said.

"All I can guess is that you must be too lazy to think about it, and you can't make a choice." The professor smiled slightly. "My taste may be sweet for your teeth."

"You can try." Wang Xizhi replied with a smile.

The old gentleman walked out.

She nested for a while before she got up and went to the bathroom.

When the professor returned, the lady was blowing her hair and watching the news.

She finally saw the news that he had interrupted yesterday, or rather its follow-up.

There have been a number of recent murders in Dakmund, and the victims are all prominent figures, and most of the victims are pro-Sebon and conservatives, and the police speculate that they may have been the work of radical fighters.

On the premise of Ark's appointment, she inevitably had some concerns, and the professor put the bread on the table, as well as the milk, and he should have chosen to come back to eat it depending on the amount.

When he put it down, he specially bowed down and kissed it, he really liked it like this.

"Take a shower?" Wang Xizhi gently parted from him and asked.

The professor could even taste the scent of toothpaste in her mouth.

"Good idea." The professor answered her softly, stood up straight, and the lady touched her chin and asked, "You should have brought a razor, right?" ”

The old gentleman's stubble stabbed her.

"Unfortunately, no." Of course the professor brought.

"Don't try to get near me until they're gone or less aggressive." Wang Xizhi gestured a pistol and pointed at her.

The professor chose to eat breakfast first and then take a shower, and when the lady moved a seat to him, the professor asked her, "Do you like to have a beard, or do you not have one?" ”

"As long as they don't sting me, I like them." Wang Xizhi replied to him, even if she called an old gentleman, he was not old, whether he had a beard or not, these were two flavors, and it was difficult to answer which one she preferred.

As long as it is, he likes it all.

"Looks like you really have a big opinion." The professor smiled, put down his breakfast, and went to the bathroom.

Wang Xizhi packed up the table and luggage.

The professor came out refreshed and saw her standing by the window with headphones on, looking outside, there was nothing to see here even at night, let alone during the day.

"What are you looking at?" When she was in Unis Projado, she liked the location of the window, and everything outside was obviously nothing to be noticed.

Now the professor could ask her such questions casually, and even wrap his arms around her waist and dye his own smell on her, which had faded after the bath.

"It's just a daze." Wang Xizhi said. "You're so clingy."

"My power, isn't it?" The professor feels like a walking hormone, and Wang is submissive, this kind of closeness is more substantial for him, right?

The king began to guess his thoughts, but that was indeed his character.

His things will not be touched without permission.

But you can't deny that you will feel at ease and at ease when he sticks to you.

......

He's had had enough, or rather, they've had enough, and they're finally ready to go.

It took them two days to get to Dukka, to enter Dakmund from Samuel, and Dukka was the only entrance that could be entered by car.

And the Cabon entered Dakmund as if he were sending off his mother.

The professor did not go to the hotel again in the evening, saying that he had a place to stay in Dukka and that he was going to change to a more inconspicuous car before entering Dakmond.

He followed the navigation around and came to a two-story house, parked the car at the door, sent a text message, then got out of the car and rang the house's doorbell.

The way he rings the doorbell is especially funny, he takes a handkerchief, unfolds it, wraps his fingers, and reaches out to ring the doorbell.

His psychological cleanliness is especially based on mood.

Wang Xizhi stood beside him, looked around, the professor rang the doorbell, someone opened his car door, the lady felt strange, because the other party had the key, seeing that the professor did not respond, this is the person he arranged, right?

The door was opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit with a beard and a little silver hair said to the professor, "Master." ”

"Pavarotti, my butler." The professor introduced her.

"Hello." The lady said hello without feeling uncomfortable, thanks to the fact that she didn't reach out because of the intuitive feeling that the other person might not respond.

Therefore, the other party looked at her more and said, "Presumably this is the Miss King." ”

Wang Xizhi was finally a little embarrassed, but he still nodded calmly, and the other party invited them in, and then closed the door.

The lady was not inhibited by the professor, but by the scrutinizing scrutiny of the butler, and if she had dinner with the professor here, it was as if she had already passed the door.

For God's sake, what is she thinking?!

No matter how much the professor likes to guess her mind, it is impossible to guess that the lady would have such a whimsical idea, looking at her uneasiness, he said: "No way, Pavarotti's temper is so strange, he is the butler left by my father, and I can only get used to it." ”

When the professor came to Samuel, his father gave him Pavarotti.

Because his relationship with his stepmother is not very good, his father also has a stepson, so he doesn't care about him very much, and the professor came out early to be independent, except for this housekeeper, he basically doesn't have much to do with his father.

"We're not going to live here, are we?" How to describe the current psychological state of the lady?

It's not to see the parents, it seems that Tang Seng was caught and tied up by the monsters and looked at the embarrassment of the monsters who were deciding whether to steam or eat raw.

My God, what am I thinking? The lady thought to herself.

She was too embarrassed to describe and cranky.