Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The nanny shrugged at Tong Xiyuan, saying helplessly that you did say that before. And now that His Highness has given the order, she, a paid worker, really has no say in it.

Tong Xiyuan stared at the crowded room for two seconds, then rolled his eyes and smiled, "Okay, then please help me move a sofa in."

He and Fan He had been together for a lifetime, so at this moment he could not help but guess that Fan He had deliberately agreed to let him live next door so readily.

Tong Xiyuan thought that maybe his senior brother’s personality after reincarnation was a little bit bad, but he believed that Fan He must still be a very good person.

That night, Tong Xiyuan stayed in the weapons room for one night.

The next day, the Tong family seemed to have received the news, and Tong's father hurriedly brought his family to visit.

"Your Highness, Xiao Yuan is such a good match for you. It is an honor for our Tong family that he can marry into the royal family." Tong's father looked at the man on the sofa flatteringly. Obviously, Fan He was only wearing a shirt and trousers that could not be simpler, but he could not help sweating on his back, as if he saw again the majestic commander who had repelled interstellar pirates several times.

Fan He held the StarNet newspaper in one hand and the steaming coffee in the other, and said to the nanny, "Call him down."

"Yes." The nanny hurried upstairs and knocked on the door of the weapons room. "Mr. Tong, your family is here."

I waited for a minute, but there was no movement inside.

The nanny had no choice but to open the door on her own initiative.

"Don't move," Tong Xiyuan stood by the window and turned his head sharply, pointing the gun in his hand at the door, "biu~"

The babysitter was shocked. "Why are you playing with these things?! This is too dangerous."

She hurried over, carefully took the particle gun from Tong Xiyuan, and carefully put it back on the shelf. Then she said to Tong Xiyuan, "Sir, you are an omega, so you'd better not touch these weapons."

Tong Xiyuan really wanted to say that he had studied all these things thoroughly in one night, and with the assistance of 999, Yi Teng Yi Tong would be able to master the driving method of the starship soon.

But the nanny pulled him out the door and said, "Sir, your father, mother, brothers, sisters, and brothers are here to discuss your wedding with His Highness. Let's go down quickly."

Tong Xiyuan: "Wedding?"

He was taken downstairs by the nanny in a daze. As soon as he walked into the living room, he heard Fan He's calm voice.

"No wedding."

Tong Xiyuan's parents, who were sitting opposite him, looked unhappy. "Your Highness, Xiaoyuan is our most beloved child."

When they saw Tong Xiyuan, they waved and put on false enthusiasm, "Xiaoyuan, come here quickly. Mom and Dad haven't seen you for a long time."

The other members of the Tong family also said eagerly: "Brother/brother, come quickly. We miss you so much."

Tong Xiyuan paused, turned around and walked to Fan He and sat next to him, muttering, "I didn't see you go to Carina Castle to see me."

The words were not spoken loudly, but they sounded extremely harsh in the quiet and empty living room.

The Tong family members all showed embarrassed expressions, especially Tong's father, who was the duke, and had already taken out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

None of them had expected that the once neglected beat son could suddenly transform into an omega and successfully marry the eldest prince.

At this moment, Tong's father regretted very much that he had not been nicer to Tong Xiyuan before.

With a ding, Fan He put the coffee in his hand on the table. He closed the newspaper and put it aside. He looked at Tong's father and said, "I will have someone spread the news of the marriage. You can leave now."

A hint of surprise flashed across the faces of the Tong family. They thought that Fan He was unwilling to hold the wedding because he was dissatisfied with Tong Xiyuan, and their plan to take advantage of the situation would also be ruined.

But unexpectedly, Tong Xiyuan still has some weight in His Highness' heart.

After receiving a positive reply, Tong's father immediately stood up with the Tong family and said, "Then we will do as His Highness says. We will take our leave now."

Fan He agreed, and the butler came forward and took them away.

When they reached the door of the reception room, Tong's father suddenly turned around and looked at Tong Xiyuan, smiling and saying, "Xiaoyuan, if you miss home, call your brother and sister. You can also go home and stay for a few days when you are bored."

Tong Xiyuan didn't respond, but was fascinated by the newspaper that Fan He had thrown away.

Tong's father's face dimmed and he left in great embarrassment.

"Sir," the nanny tidied up the living room and asked Tong Xiyuan, "Would you like to have breakfast?"

Tong Xiyuan looked up from the newspaper, glanced at the nanny, and then looked at Fan He, "Xue, Your Highness, do you want to eat?"

Nanny: "Your Highness doesn't have the habit of eating breakfast."

Their highness has very high standards for the cleanliness of food, and the only chef in the villa was selected after a rigorous assessment. Even so, the butler has to personally watch over it every day to ensure that the food prepared by the chef meets the standards of their highness.

Tong Xiyuan rolled up the newspaper and held it in his hand. "You don't want to eat? How can that be? Your Highness, I'll make breakfast for you."

He knows his senior’s taste best.

Fan He refused: "No need."

"Yes, yes," Tong Xiyuan stood up from the sofa, pushed his shoulders and pushed him to the dining room, then put the newspaper on the table, "It will be ready soon."

After saying that, he asked the nanny for the direction of the kitchen and ran in happily.

The nanny stayed where she was, worried, "Your Highness, aren't you going to stop him?"

Fan He pondered for a moment, then opened the smart computer on his wrist to process the message, "Let him be."

It was understandable that an omega who had just married him wanted to express herself in front of her husband again, he had no doubt about that.

Upon hearing this, the housekeeper immediately followed Tong Xiyuan's steps, intending to supervise him from the side.

in the kitchen.

The chef, who thought he was going to have some free time, took a step forward and explained the questions raised by Tong Xiyuan one by one: "This is a fuel made of interstellar energy stone, and there is no open flame. Oh, this is a kitchen knife made using molecular cutting technology, and it can cut iron like mud. This is an automatic stir-fry pan, and you can add seasonings in sequence according to your taste..."

Tong Xiyuan looked at the pan that was frying at an absurdly slow speed and complained, "It's fancy, but not practical."

Then he rummaged through the boxes and cupboards to find a pot that he could make himself, and began his breakfast journey that was like being under a spell.

After a while, the chef exclaimed in his ear: "That's rose crystal salt, not sugar!"

After a while, the housekeeper pursed his lips and said, "You should wear sterilizing gloves when cooking."

After a while, the nanny came running in and said, "Oh no, sir, how can you cook meat in the kitchen?"

The housekeeper added: "Have someone do a thorough disinfection right away."

Tong Xiyuan ignored it and in less than half an hour, three dishes, a soup and a pot of porridge were served on the table.

He clapped his hands and said to Fan He, "Eat."

Fan He, who was sitting at the dining table, turned off his intelligent brain and thought he might not even want to look at it. But when the aroma of food wafted through the restaurant, he couldn't help but picked up the chopsticks.

But when the tip of the chopsticks touched the food, he stopped again.

Fan He looked at Tong Xiyuan suspiciously, questioning him with his eyes whether these things were clean.