Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

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Shen Shangshuo had a pleasant conversation with his "mother".They chose a few appropriate safe topics, discussing the texture, taste and taste of the fruit garnishes around the dessert to the scenery on the street corner outside the window.

Talking with Maupassant is a very enjoyable thing. He found that although the mother grasped the beautiful and noble part of aristocratic manners to death, her tone of voice could not be more kind and gentle. I can feel the gentleness of the spring breeze.

Another thing that surprises him is that the two of them have basically the same hobbies and tastes, so they can always find interesting surprises in the conversation.Although there may indeed be a reason why both of them want to have a harmonious chat, but this small fetter proved to be enough to soothe Kagami Saku's turbulent heart.

"It's really a pleasure chatting with you, baby." Maupassant blinked at Shen Shangshuo, and slowly stood up from his seat, "It's getting late, my dear, I think I have to go back. If I don't go back , A wooden stake full of lies is coming to your door, you should go home early."

She handed over a gold-edged pale pink card that smelled of rosewater, and said expectantly, "Monamour, can you leave me your address? Mom still wants to find you."

"Hmm..." Shenshang Shuo hesitated for a moment, he couldn't help shivering when he thought that his home could never be called an orderly environment, he discussed and said, "Give you my work address. Is that where I spend most of my time...."

"No problem, dear, I just want to see you a few more times." Maupassant replied cheerfully, her eyes caressed the temples of Kamijou Saku, and gently covered her face, "I'm sorry because of my affairs I'm going to trouble you again."

"No..." Shenshang Shuo paused, and retorted to the beautiful woman in a low voice, "I am also very happy to see you."

Seeing Maupassant's gradually brightening eyes, the white-haired boy murmured an invitation, and stretched out a paw pad tentatively, "...Would you like to come and sit at my work place?"

Looking at Maupassant's immature face, he couldn't say "mother" after all, and could only cover it up with an honorific name.

"Oh, you are really my sweetheart." Hearing this, the girl seemed surprised, but she still shook her head and explained, "It's not the right time, it's my luck to sneak out today. If it is later, I will have to deal with that annoying person for a long time."

"Wait a little longer, my dear Monamour." She gracefully opened the complicated and gorgeous umbrella, and was about to say goodbye when she heard their little baby say sullenly——

"I still have questions to ask you. This is really not a good place... Also, I have a lover, and he works here too. Don't you want to see him?"

The parasol was propped to the end with a "bang", and it froze in the hot summer air.

lover?he?male?Maupassant instantly clenched the umbrella pole, and the decent smile froze on his face.She could hardly believe her ears.what happened?The little sweetheart you just found already belongs to someone else?Which shameless thief stole the white rose that their family worked so hard to find?

"Ah Shuo, can I call you that, baby?" The woman sorted out her ups and downs.She first cast a wink, and then smiled a charming smile, but with a scattered murderous look, "I changed my mind. I just thought about it. I should have a lot of things to say to you."

She picked up a strand of beautiful hair, and crushed it between her thumb and forefinger fiercely, "Thank you for your hard work, baby, you are leading the way, I'll just go and have a sit."

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"You mean that the saint has not returned yet?" The platinum-haired man sullenly sullenly, but he can't lose his temper with the saint in his heart, so he can only suppress the anger in his heart and pull this face He said to the maid who served the saint, "Did your Highness leave a message or send a message back?"

"Until now, there hasn't been..." Below him, a row of trembling and beautiful maids knelt down.They were collected by Dickens from all over France. They were all lovely-looking young girls like dodder flowers, who were specially used to take care of the saintess, that is, the diet and daily life of Maupassant.It is said to be serving and monitoring. These women are under the direct control of Dickens, and their role is to isolate the temptation of the outside world and protect the purity and holiness of the saint's heart from being polluted.

What stood out the most about them was their powdered faces that were as dry as a pinch of chalk dust, and their blond hair that was knotted like some kind of painted radiator.In addition, any one of these women thrown into the crowd is like a drop of muddy water thrown into a brazier, not even a spark of treatment.

"What's the use of keeping you with Your Highness?" Dickens was so angry that he almost kicked over the glass table full of refreshments in front of him. , nor follow her faithfully like a swarm of flies."

"Things for rice..." He was dressed roughly, with the bow tie heaving up and down.He gradually felt a kind of fear, a sense of loss of not being able to protect that holy girl in the palm of his hand, and a sense of guilt and abandonment for deceiving her.

Dickens could not help trembling when he thought that he, who had such a pious belief, would be abandoned and disgusted by the girl of the gods because of a dirty best.While he wanted to laugh loudly at the absurdity of such a thing, he curled up and drowned in the deepest fear in his heart.

He's a lunatic for sure, but he's also a leader with a brain.Dickens clearly understood more than once that if that highness knew the shocking lie more than ten years ago and the layout he had buried with his own hands, that highness who was born in an ivory tower would definitely sacrifice for that cowardly sacrifice. She is soft-spoken and soft-hearted, and then she will definitely be seduced by those Yokohama villains and stand against him.

No, you can't!

It would break Dickens' heart to think of the god-given maiden covering her face and weeping before him, and with her flower-like fingers laying down the cruelest accusations against him.He once swore to the throne of the gods that he would protect the bloodline of the gods forever and bring this statue of the holy girl back to the gods intact. That highness must never... At least not now can't get out of his control.

For this reason, Dickens had already preemptively acted.He severed the connection between His Highness and the outside world, carefully hollowed out His Highness's jewelry, such as the dazzling six-pointed star earring, and stuffed the most advanced monitor in the small gap in the middle. A tracking device, so that he can pay attention to the physical condition and surrounding environment of this wayward lady.Dickens also considerately kept the earring retaining its original beauty and brilliance, which is no different from the original earrings, and there is no difference at all.

But I don't know which bastard told this to his dear Highness, the spoiled and indulged saint didn't care about his loyal worries at all, and always picked up all these little things Two clean.

Obviously his handling couldn't be more perfect, isn't it?That arrogant, arrogant, self-impressed puppet toasted a cup of tea to the broken light between the branches and leaves, and drank it sadly, as if drinking a pot of old spirits, which actually made his heart rise like The strong emotions of a belated hero.

What a touching scene.There was already a soft-hearted maid beside her who was quietly wiping away tears, secretly complaining about the cruel Her Majesty the Holy Maiden, and the eyes of the older female servants also had tears in their eyes.It's just that these strong girls don't teach people to see their own fragility for a moment, so that they can better protect their eternal priest.

It's really a beautiful scene with deep love between master and servant, which makes people's eyes slightly moist.

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"This is the Armed Detective Agency?" Maupassant touched the empty earlobe, looking up and down this quaint building with unconcealed curiosity.This is the first time she has come to Japan, and it is also the first time she has visited Yokohama. With a bit of comfort in having a successful family, this young lady loves the armed detective agency.She stroked Shen Shangshuo's hair, "You look very good, as expected of my baby."

"Everyone in the Armed Detective Agency is very nice..." Kamisami Saku added with some embarrassment. He vaguely felt that although his "mother" loved him very much, he had a faint feeling for Mr. Ranpo. dissatisfaction.The white-haired boy searched for compliments everywhere, like a domestic cat returning from the nape of a kitten's neck, "I had just arrived in Yokohama, and there was no safe place, but it was Mr. Ranpo who helped me, and even this job was too difficult for me." Relying on the support of Mr.

"Hmph." The beautiful girl obviously doesn't like this kind of thing, her pair of beautiful eyes looked up and down the scene inside the door, and she knew it clearly, "Honey, it's not easy to get a job in this kind of place, right?"

"The ability requirements should be quite high, and there are probably a lot of things involved in the background. As for the help you just mentioned..." Maupassant raised her eyebrows beautifully, and looked teasingly at the white-haired boy who was cramped, "Don't tell me That gentleman of yours just gave you an interview?"

It is basically full.Shenshang Shuo's face gradually burned up, and the smoky pink kissed from the snow-white neck all the way to the red brow bone.Facing his mother's funny eyes, he could only nod in embarrassment, "Yes..."

"That is to say, that Mr. Edogawa Ranpo not only cheated a high-quality laborer to come here, but also locked you up directly? He came out as a brother and lover." Maupassant asked persistently, and she looked at her family This fragile white rose drooped its flower buds shyly, curled up its light pink petals slowly, and gently pulled her sleeve twice as if it couldn't stand it, like a kitten stepping on milk.

"Sir...really nice. I also really like sir...."

"We're not, it's not the relationship between being locked up and labor, it's... I have always loved Mr.." Shenshang Shuo barely managed to pull out a few words from his dizzy head.Cowards have always been afraid of showing love in public. This child has a naive idea, and always feels that those longing wishes that are filled with a heart will not work if spoken out.

And what is equivalent to this uttered fear is that Shenshang Shuo doesn't know how to express and describe this hot and restless love in his heart in words.

Speaking of which, as a new writer, his style of writing is not bad, he can manipulate some words, and some of the words he picked up at random are all picky, but the strange thing is that once these gorgeous and appropriate words jump On the organizational track of love, it's like jumping into hypochlorous acid, the fading effect is superb, and you can only snuggle dryly in the lattice.

Shenshang Shuo either felt that they were empty, or that they were too out of touch with reality, no matter how they were written, they would not be satisfied, so they could only be temporarily put aside and treated as waste.

So just now, he was able to show his feelings unreservedly in front of the mother he had just met, and to make his husband's impression a little bit better, had already consumed all his strength.

Seeing the pitiful and soft eyes of the white-haired boy, Maupassant's heart softened, and he couldn't help scratching the tip of the nose of the young man who had just fallen in love.She sighed with a rare tired heart, and she softened her complaints about Edogawa Ranpo in her heart, and gently took the hand of the child who was connected with her blood,

"You really... just fell into it like this." Maupassant couldn't help teasing a little funny, seeing her child's more aggrieved eyes from the corner of her eye, she almost couldn't hold back her laughter .

This flirtatious woman bent down, kissed the child's forehead, and comforted her, "I'll take a look first, I just look at the evaluation of Mr. Monamour, who is in our family's heart, is it okay?"

"Believe me dear, I will never do anything too extreme."