love collection system

Dixingbula is a famous night star. The artificial light source five kilometers above the surface is turned on day and night. Even in the middle of the night, there are still traffic on the road.

Fusu slept in the room for a while, and at ten o'clock at night, the electronic female voice woke him up gently.

At eleven o'clock, there was a palace banquet for Yalman, and Yalman repeatedly begged him to attend with him.Fusu understood his purpose.

Yaerman is the eldest son of the emperor, and he has always been deeply loved. This reception banquet specially held for him must be attended by many high-ranking officials and nobles.And Yalman will officially announce the news of his engagement at the banquet.

Fusu got up, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and was about to change clothes when there was a ding sound at the door, and the door leaf opened silently.

He turned to look.

He took off his pajamas, and he was only wearing a pair of loose pajama pants, which hung loosely on his upturned buttocks, as if they could fall off with a slight pull.Yarman stood there, his eyes fell on him, and he quickly glanced at a trace of darkness, and then moved away: "Sorry, I should have knocked on the door. I thought you weren't awake yet."

[Ding—the collection of Yalman's love is worth twenty points. ]

"fine."

Fusu noticed the avoidance of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

System: [Another wave of love was sent. ]

Fusu smiled silently: [That is.Otherwise, how can I say it has the physique of a goblin? ]

"What's the matter, Your Highness?"

"The banquet is about to begin."

"It will be ready soon." Fusu put on his clothes in twos and threes, and Yaerman approached and straightened the buttons for him.

"I know you may not like that kind of occasion, and you may not like staying in Emperor Star, but no matter what, I still want to announce it in public," Yaleman kissed his eyelashes lightly, warm and restrained :"you belong With Me."

Fu Su lowered his eyes and hummed.

His reaction was not enthusiastic, but Yalman was still very happy. After buttoning him up, he took his hand, and the two left the room together, boarded the aircraft and headed to the palace.

Yarman was wearing a neat and luxurious palace dress today, and as soon as he approached the living room, he attracted the attention of a large group of people. The nobles who had been tasting wine and chatting in twos and threes came forward one after another, trying to catch up with Yarman talk.

Now that the emperor is getting older, he is no longer as heroic and decisive as he was in his prime, but instead indulges in gentleness, drinking and caring all day long, and neglecting business.But now the situation of power distribution in the big universe is beginning to become clear. In the early years, the empire’s ruthless style offended countless people. It is only because of the strong military capabilities of the empire that it cannot be shaken temporarily. .

These dignitaries ate the gold and silver of the empire, and relied on hereditary power, so they couldn't help but worry about the future of the empire.Seeing that the emperor was getting worse and worse, they had to set their sights on Yalman, who was most likely to inherit the throne.

Yaerman is indifferent, but the city is very deep. Nine out of ten nobles in Emperor Star are his supporters. Facing the flattery of everyone, he responded with a few words indifferently, and then his eyes drifted to Fusu in the corner. go.

Fusu sat alone on the pretext that he didn't like the excitement.The corner was dark, and no one noticed him, so he unloaded the burden of the character, shook the goblet gently, and observed the nobles in the hall comfortably.

Emperor Star's dress is exaggerated and gorgeous, especially for these aristocrats. The luxurious clothes are glittering, the inlaid gemstones are colorful, and the makeup is even more exaggerated. Even men are covered in white powder. Finger-length colored eyelashes, with a touch of bright red at the end of the eyes.

Fu Su watched too much, and when he looked at the suit he was wearing, he felt shabby.

horrible.Brainwashing skills from fashion trends.

[Social society. ]

Fu Su was happily looking at all kinds of novelty clothes when he heard a low voice not far away: "Third Prince!"

"Really? Is that really the Third Prince?"

"Yeah, I've seen him at a banquet before, it's unmistakable."

Fu Su followed the gazes of the girls, and the tall figure walking in from the gate was exactly Fein, whom he hadn't seen for a while.

Fusu had been keeping track of Fein's whereabouts, and was not surprised that he appeared here.He picked up the wine glass, stroked the glass wall with his fingertips, and slowly finished the glass of fruit wine. The fruity aroma still remained in his mouth, and he saw Fein's gaze moving towards him from the corner of his eye.

In the corner where the light dimmed, a person in a neat white dress was leaning lazily on the back of the chair, his slender legs were folded and straightened, and he seemed to be staring at something else in a trance. The scene was out of place.

The tracker he left on Fusu was hacked after only a few days. Since then, Fein has never found any trace of Fusu. He only knows that he was brought back to Brassing by Yarman. After finishing the business, he came back immediately.

Although it wasn't a long time since we separated, but we actually saw someone. Fein couldn't deny that he missed him a little bit.

Those icy blue pupils were clearly emotionless and dauntingly distant, but they lingered in his mind repeatedly.

Interesting.

Fein has made very little achievements in politics, and has never deliberately expanded his network. Even if many people saw him coming, few people came forward to greet him. Fein didn't care, and went straight to Fusu with a smile on his face. walk over.

"meet again."

A deep and magnetic voice sounded above his head, Fusu raised his head and met Finn's eyes.

Really good at pretending, a gentle scum, a beast in clothes.

He ignored it and lowered his eyes.

"I thought there wouldn't be any more polite greetings between us." Fein sat down calmly without any embarrassment. When his long legs were raised up, the toe of his shiny shoe squeezed Fusu's face intentionally or unintentionally. calves.

Although it was the upper of the shoe, Fusu still frowned slightly, retracted his foot, and dusted it with his hand.

"I have no conversation with the third prince."

Finn raised the corners of his mouth and smiled indifferently, his sea blue eyes were deep and charming, like a bottomless abyss, enough to drown people.

He cut into the topic and asked knowingly: "I'm curious, how did you come to Bra star? There is no passport on the spaceship I prepared for you."

Outsiders must hold a citizenship certificate and a pass to enter Emperor Star. Those who enter illegally will be arrested and thrown into an underground prison.

Fusu ignored him.

Finn answered the conversation himself with a good temper: "Did someone bring you here?"

"Ignore me." He was very patient and didn't mind at all: "You are still the same, you are not close to anyone. Even if we..."

That night has always been a scar in Fusu's heart. He was forced to sell it to the man who destroyed his home and relatives with his own hands. Although he didn't say it usually, it didn't mean he didn't mind at all.On the contrary, he felt ashamed and angry, especially in the process, he was gradually dominated by desire, which made him especially difficult to accept.

At this moment, Fein brought up this incident as if nothing had happened, like tearing off the fig leaf on the scar, and Fusu's fingers clenched tightly.

He snapped back and said, "We don't have anything!"

Fein was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected Fusu's sudden reaction.

Fu Su added a strong tone: "There is nothing between me and the Third Highness."

Fein was silent, the light in his eyes was flickering, and he looked at Fusu with unknown meaning.

"Fin." Yalman walked up to them at some point, "Fusu is my guest, don't take it lightly."

Hearing this, Fein raised his eyebrows and looked at Yarman with a half-smile.

Yalman gently wrapped Fusu's shoulder with one hand, bent down, and asked him softly, "Are you feeling a little bored?"

Fu Su shook his head: "It's okay."

Soft-spoken, silent intimacy and ambiguity.

The curvature of Finn's mouth was still hanging, but the smile in his eyes gradually cooled down, and he suddenly broke the inexplicable atmosphere: "Brother, long time no see."

Yaleman nodded: "I heard that you went to Phoenix some time ago, when did you come back?"

"today."

"Remember to pay your respects to His Majesty. His Majesty is feeling unwell recently." Yarman explained a few words lightly, then stood up straight: "Let me introduce you. This is Fusu. This is the third prince Finn."

Finn smiled and said, "We know each other."

"Oh?" Yaerman asked casually, "How did you know each other?"

Hearing Yaerman's question, Fusu's heart clenched slightly, and his fingertips turned white.

Fein noticed that Fusu was too tense, and his eyes sank slightly: "—by chance." He couldn't help but wonder, did Fusu care about this matter, or did he care about being known by Yaleman?

He always thought that it was Yaerman who forcibly brought Fusu back, but now he had a strange intuition.

When Fusu faced Yarman with a gentle expression, the strangeness was especially strong.

[These two brothers are really good at pretending, Yalman knew that I was having an affair with Finn, so he came to approach me, and Finn also knew that Yalman took me away, so they pretended to be brothers and sisters, and they didn't know anything.Tut tut. ]

[You are also good at pretending. ]

[The beauty of the iceberg is not designed to collapse. ]

The hall is full of singing and dancing, with fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples.When Fusu came out of the bathroom, he saw Finn.

Finn's figure was straight and slender, and when he leaned against the wall with a cigarette, he was casually sexy. As he glanced over, his handsome face aroused the undisguised hormones to the extreme.

Fusu wanted to pretend that he didn't see him walking past.

Finn gave a low laugh, stretched out his hand, and pulled Fusu into the bathroom.

Fusu was startled and began to struggle. Fein stretched out his fingers to his lips, and the faint smoke of tobacco lingered on his fingertips: "Shh—don't make trouble. If you don't make trouble, I'll let you go. I didn't think right what are you doing."

Fu Su calmed down and did not move: "What's the matter with the Third Highness?"

"It's all right."

"I'm leaving."

"this is not OK."

For the first time, Fusu showed obvious annoyance: "What are you going to do?"

Finn admired his face turned from embarrassment to anger, and the ice blue eyes were shining brightly, which was extremely touching.He knew that this person looked very deceptive, even though he was born in the royal family and had seen countless people with outstanding looks, he was still taken away by him at the first sight.

But at this moment, I feel in a trance that such a vivid and energetic appearance is more fascinating.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he glanced at Fusu's noble gown. It was obvious that Yarman had prepared it for him, and suddenly he felt malicious, and pressed the cigarette butt on the pure white gown.

The cloth on Fusu's chest was a little blackened.

He widened his eyes: "You—"

What's wrong!

Fein didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it at all: "It's dirty. Change it. I'll get someone to prepare a set."

"no need!"

When Fusu was about to kick him away, Yarman's voice sounded at the bathroom door: "So it's here."

haunted.Finn frowned slightly and threw the cigarette butt away.

Yaerman walked in and pulled Fusu away, with the same expression as usual, but the coldness in his eyes.

"Fin. I know you act casually, but it's better to respect my princess, your sister-in-law. What do you say?"