The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

"Well, is there anything I need to do?"

49 hugged himself firmly and did not speak, which made Haman a little confused, so he could only speak first.

49 originally wanted Haman to take the initiative to kiss him once, but thinking that Haman would be embarrassed, he didn't say anything.

He put down Haman's and took the apron at the side, rolled up his sleeves and walked to the cleaning table and told Haman, "It will be ready in a while. If you are hungry, you can eat some snacks to fill your belly. There are some on the coffee table."

After speaking, 49 skillfully cleaned the steak and broccoli, and started preparing dinner.

Haman was really hungry too, knowing that 49 would come to pick him up, so he deliberately waited for 49 hungry.

The reason was that he was afraid that he would not be able to eat with 49 when he was full, and he did this because he was afraid that 49 would worry about him.

"Then I'll wait for you outside."

Harman obediently went to the hall to watch TV.

Harman turned on the TV after leaving the hall, but he was not in the mood to watch it, but took out his mobile phone again.

He stared at the phone in a daze. He hoped that when he took out the phone, there would be a missed call or a text message, but there was nothing, it was empty.

Haman sighed in disappointment.

"By the way, I haven't asked my father yet?"

Haman suddenly thought of 49's confession to himself. He was too busy today and he didn't call to ask his father if he could date someone.

"I'm busy dealing with the enemy now, will my father be angry if I ask this?"

Haman became afraid, a little timid.

He looked at the number on his father's note, but he didn't dare to click it.

"I'm already an adult, so I shouldn't need my father's consent to communicate with others!"

Harman, who was looking at the phone, bit his finger and tried to convince himself that he had no confidence. Although he was nervous in his heart, he was even more afraid to call and ask.

"As long as he dares to come home with me in the future, there should be no problem."

Harman whispered this to himself, and finally exited the phone book in a hurry, gave up asking, and was also afraid that his father would not agree that he could not communicate with 49.

Haman hesitated for a while and looked up towards the direction of the kitchen, just looking at the busy 49, feeling a little complicated.

His first rebellion turned out to be for 49.

"Still, let's ask brother!"

Feeling guilty and undecided, Harman immediately thought of Harmore, and if he didn't answer the call, he sent a text message to Harmore instead.

But at this time, Harmoll's mobile phone was not with him, it was placed alone on the bedside table, and there was no one on the bed.

And the water in the bathroom was rushing, and there seemed to be Hamoel's crying and cursing and his smug low smile.

Outside the door

Oss looked at the smoking outside the window at the end of the aisle, expressionless.

Rank, who was standing opposite him, kept his head down, holding his knight uniform with both hands, his ears were very red.

Seeing that Lan Ke lowered his head in embarrassment, Oss, who was smoking, glanced up at him.

You're not a kid, so why be shy?

Oscar thought so.

But after a while he changed his mind again, yes, he is only 22, and he is indeed a child.

For Oss, who is already 33, Ranke, who is only 22, is of course a child, after all, age is here.

"I'll just stand there, you go and rest!"

Os said to Ranke, puffing out smoke lazily.

Rank immediately shook his head, "I have to protect Your Highness."

"It is my lord who needs to be protected now, what kind of protection does your highness need?" Oss muttered speechlessly.

"If you don't go, I'll go. I'm exhausted in the middle of the night."

After speaking, Oss left smoking a cigarette, leaving Lan Ke alone at the door of Hammer's room.

Lan Ke immediately panicked, how embarrassing it is for him to stand here alone!

"We stand together...together."

Rank hurriedly stopped Oss, stuttering.

Oss plucked his brown hair out of trouble, and his hard-faced heroic face showed displeasure, but he caught sight of Lan Ke's bewilderment from the corner of his eye, and he sighed and returned to where he was standing just now.

Going out without an old knight but with a novice, thinking that I have too many heads and can't finish it?

Oss made complaints about Saiman, looking up and down at Ranke, who had slightly curly blond hair, clean and rosy eyes with glazed eyes.

"Can you, give me a cigarette?"

Rank looked up at Oss, who was opposite, and asked, with a shy expression on his face.

Oss raised his eyebrows, "Aren't knights forbidden to smoke?"

"It's not in the palace now."

Rank, who was asked such a question, scratched his face and looked aside, and said with a guilty conscience.

Oss thought about it, so he didn't ask any more questions, and handed a cigarette to Ranke.

He wanted to light a cigarette for Frank, but he couldn't find the lighter in his pocket no matter how he fumbled.

Oss scratched his head in speechless irritability, and walked towards Lan Ke.

Rank looked startled at Oss who suddenly leaned over, and panicked instantly.

Oss noticed it but didn't explain it. He supported the wall behind Lan Ke with his big hands, and lowered his head to move the cigarette towards Lan Ke.

Lan Ke was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was going to light a cigarette, so he quickly put the cigarette in his mouth and raised his head.

Not stupid.

Oss laughed in his heart, and the flaming cigarette touched Ranke's cigarette butt.

Maybe it was because they were too close. Rank subconsciously held his breath, feeling inexplicably nervous.

"All right."

After lighting his cigarette, Oss withdrew his big hand that was propped above Lan Ke's head, and said while puffing away.

Lan Ke looked at the lit cigarette curiously, then took a puff cautiously, only to cough violently, and tears fell down.

Why is this thing so choking!

Rank frowned and fanned the smoke with his hands, coughing wildly.

Sure enough, it's a kid who doesn't know how to smoke.

Oss just smoked and watched Ranke cough and cry, and did not try to appease him, no doubt the straight man of steel.