What to do if your crush is the Earl

Xiao Sheng's room was in a cabin on the first floor of the northwest side of the manor, dark and humid.

However, Xiao Sheng decorated it very warmly, and even planted a few pots of flowers with strong vitality on the one-meter-square terrace on the north side.

Lush and lush, it is a joy to watch.

At this moment, he was wrapping gauze in his left hand and holding a knife in his right hand, studying a piece of wood.

There was a faint yelling from outside the house.

"what happened......?"

"I heard that Mr. was locked up in the police station..."

"Ah, how come?"

Xiao Sheng was startled, dropped his tools and opened the door, looked at the gossiping waiters in the corridor: "What happened?!"

Xiao Sheng seldom interacted with people, so when he opened the door, everyone paused.

"It's like this..." The well-informed person came back to his senses, and roughly explained what he knew, "I heard that the housekeeper is planning to find someone to check the situation."

Police station.

"Are you...Mr. Sade?" The director who was called over from the poker table finally recognized the man who often appeared in newspaper headlines.

Martin stayed quietly in the corner. Hearing the sound, he raised his head to look at the person coming, and said with a smile, "Mr. Director."

The director's face slowly turned purple, and he shot stern eyes at the two little policemen who were on duty: "What's going on? How did you arrest Mr. Sade?"

"Sir...sir, we, we don't know that this is Mr. Sade. Some citizens reported that there was a riot in the Tafang District. It was originally a gathering place for all kinds of religions, so we will take the offender Several of them were arrested."

"Are you blind? Can it be a crime to dress like this?!" The director scolded the stupid subordinates angrily, then turned his head and smiled at Martin, "Master Sade, children are ignorant. Please Haihan.——What are you still doing? Why don’t you send Master Sade out respectfully?!”

"Yes, yes." The two little policemen nodded repeatedly, and came over to help Martin up.

"Wait." Martin pushed away one of them's hands, and said with a smile, "No one has bailed yet, how can you let me go?"

"My lord," the director said with sweat dripping from his brow, "you're joking, why do you need bail?"

"I don't care." Martin turned his head and lay down on the chair. "There is no bail. I will sleep here today."

"This..." The director looked helpless, and then approached the little policeman and said something in his ear, and the little policeman ran out quickly.

Martin fell asleep for a long time, and dreamed of many things in his dream. He was sitting in the carriage again. On the way, he met a young man whose father was seriously ill. Hands, although the clothes are shabby, but the dark eyes are deep and spiritual:

"May God bless you, young master, that you will always be rich and honored, and that you will be safe and healthy throughout your life."

I don't know why, those eyes can't be forgotten, but even he can't tell whether they are a dream or reality.

There were noisy voices in his ears, and Martin frowned dizzily, feeling a cold hand on his forehead, which felt a little comfortable.

"Sir, get up, we're going home."

He opened his eyes, saw the person coming, and was somewhat surprised by himself for no reason: "Xiao Sheng? You're here."

"Sir, why did you hurt yourself again?" Xiao Sheng half-supported him, lightly touched the wound on his forehead with his fingers, the indifference in his dark eyes faded away, and he regretted it very much.

"Why," Martin raised his lowered head, still smiling, leaning his face against Xiao Sheng's neck intentionally or unintentionally, "Do you also think I did something wrong, huh?"

The aroma of wine floated in front of his face, and the skin of his neck trembled slightly when he was approached by someone. Xiao Sheng calmly said, "What you do, sir, is always right."

He saw the fat police officer from the police station glaring at him incredulously from behind Martin, and the man in his arms laughed, put his arm around his neck, turned his head, and kissed him on his neck through his own hand Take a sip: "Thank you."

No more sound.

Xiao Sheng: "..."

The carriage shook, and Martin leaned on Xiao Sheng's lap with his back.

He was drunk, but very quiet.

The handsome and dazzling facial features in the past are silent, the blond hair is smooth, the eyelashes are trembling slightly, and he looks a little pitiful.

Xiao Sheng sat stiffly for a long time, not daring to move, just staring blankly at the people close at hand.After a while, he raised his hand and gently stroked around the scar.

There was no movement in my arms.

After a while, it seemed a little uncomfortable, Martin raised a hand and pulled Xiao Sheng's hand off, but didn't let go.

"gentlemen……?"

no respond.

Xiao Sheng could feel the strength and persistence of that hand, he struggled slightly but did not break free.

My heart is both bitter and sweet.

You are making me delusional.

Obviously suppressing his thoughts, he carefully pushed aside the soil layer, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The author has something to say:

The progress of this story may take a little longer than expected.

And there is... Everyone, don't counterattack and suffer, QAQ.

Although there are some problems with the current perspective, the attack cannot be reversed.

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