The old man lost his memory again

Thinking of it this way, the already deflated stomach made a "grunt" sound in cooperation.

The little prince raised his hand to cover his blushing face like a cat, and rolled around on the bed twice, his mind was full of palace rules, he couldn't be gluttonous, he couldn't be full of food, he couldn't wake up when he was full eat.

However, after two rounds of rolling, the little prince gradually came to his senses, kicked over the quilt and got up humming, thinking to go to your palace rules, I have left the palace now, this whole palace is mine , I can eat whatever I like!

So he swaggered into An Qihe's house and asked him to cook for himself.

An Qihe is lying on the bed at the moment.

count sheep.

After all, I am still a patient who has been in the new century for a long time and is heavily dependent on mobile phones. Although the time-traveling trend is carried out on the Internet every day, but one day I really wear it, and I am still not acclimatized.

Doesn't his mobile phone smell good?Doesn't the computer smell good?Doesn't TV smell good to him?Even if he didn't have these, wouldn't he enjoy shopping in the supermarket?Isn't he good for shopping in the snack street?

Why do you wear it here as a bodyguard for others?

Also part-time cook?

How many cooks can he afford with his [-] million bill! ! !

An Qihe howled inwardly, this is an unreasonable traversal mechanism, can't you fucking say hello in advance?

Then the door opened.

With a bang, An Qihe's heart almost shifted in fright.

He immediately sat up from the bed, and when he turned his head, he saw the little prince walking in aggressively.

When the little prince saw An Qihe's rounded feet, his aura was like a deflated balloon, and it deflated instantly.

He is a prince, and he is not a bad guy with a vicious heart, but he can't do things that he knows that his subordinates are injured, but he needs others to force him to work for him.

An Qihe didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't have the ancient habit of getting out of bed and kneeling when he saw his master, so he just sat on the bed and asked, "My lord, what do you want from me?"

The little prince was nervous for a while, but he didn't notice anything wrong, so he stumbled and asked, "You, you... are your feet better?"

An Qihe smiled wryly and said: "Go back to your lord, this subordinate injured his foot at noon today."

It's been less than a day, how could it be better?

The little prince blinked, intertwined his hands awkwardly, and whispered after a long time: "Oh...then, then you should rest."

An Qihe nodded naturally, turned and lay back on the bed.

An Qihe suddenly reacted and sat up straight.

Seeing him jumping up and down, the little prince stood dumbfounded.

An Qihe looked at the little prince cautiously, and asked him: "My lord, are you... are you hungry?"

The thin-skinned little prince instantly became ashamed: "It's just...it's not, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly covered his stomach, and a crisp "grunt" came from between his fingers.

When An Qihe heard it, what else could he do?

He was silent for a while, and said: "The subordinates are going to cook for the prince."

The little prince hastily held down his movements: "No way!"

An Qihe asked: "Why not?"

The little prince blushed, and muttered in a low voice embarrassedly: "You are injured, it was because of my injury, I... I am a prince anyway, there are so many people in the house, let the injured cook for me, If...if someone finds out..."

An Qihe: "...Then what do you want?"

Didn't you come here specially for this matter?

The little prince shook An Qihe's big sleeve, blinked his eyes and lowered his voice, and said in a conferring tone: "Brother Huang is very strict with me, I can eat whenever I want during the day, but at night After the meal time, I will not be allowed to eat. I just suddenly remembered that Mr. Wen sent a box of dim sum, which has been stored for a day, and if I don’t eat it again, the taste will change tomorrow.”

An Qihe was dazzled by those big eyes, and pinched the little prince's face with his hands: "Do you still dare to disobey the emperor's order?"

As soon as the words fell, An Qihe knew that he had talked too much.

After all, the young prince is the emperor's younger brother, even if he resists the edict, he can go through the back door and be punished like an itch, which is something people like him can criticize.

Sure enough, seeing the little prince blushed instantly, he stretched out his light-white finger and pointed at the tip of An Qihe's nose, but he stammered: "Hu, what are you talking about! This king is considerate of your meritorious service in guarding, so I plan to give you some snacks." This reward is given to you, you...you are not quick, thank you quickly?!"

An Qihe: "..."

Am I right?

Could it be a trick to trick me?

An Qihe looked at the little prince carefully for a while, and saw that his face was getting redder and redder, his eyes were a little dodgy, and the end of his eyes became more rosy.

He looked like he was about to cry.

This little prince looks silly, but in fact he is very smart and has a noble status, why is he so anxious to reward his servants?

But regardless of whether there was fraud or not, An Qihe still obeyed his wishes and thanked him.

The little prince showed a gesture of "that's right", and asked the servants to bring the snacks.

After a while, a box of exquisite snacks was placed on the table.

The little prince stared at the dim sum, his hands were tangled to the point of knotting, he was very moved by his kindness and compassion for his subordinates, so moved that tears almost flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this look of being unable to move his eyes, An Qihe rubbed his head with a wry smile.

He felt that he should apologize to Guilingjing.

Leaving aside this little extra thought, An Qihe said with a smile: "Thank you for your condolences, my subordinates will do their best to guard the prince's side from now on."

The little prince swallowed: "That's right..."

An Qihe raised his head and looked outside the house: "It's getting late, the prince should rest earlier."

The little prince: "..."

The little prince couldn't restrain his surprise and raised his voice: "You...don't you eat?"

"My lord, my subordinates have already eaten."

The little prince's eyes widened: "..."

An Qihe's brain hurts from holding back his laughter.

The little prince frowned, thought hard for a moment, and struggled to come up with an excuse: "This snack won't taste good overnight."

An Qihe suppressed a smile, and said: "The doctor said, the injured should not eat too much."

The little prince was angry, and stared at An Qihe with red eyes, "You...you...you are a big idiot! You are so stupid!! You are a big idiot!"

After the little prince finished speaking, he walked towards the door with such an imposing manner that he nearly crushed the floor, but when he came to the door, he still couldn't bear the plate of snacks, and couldn't help slowing down, sneaking around. Look back for a moment or two.

When I turned my head, I happened to see An Qihe looking up, and said in a low voice with a half smile: "My lord gave this box of snacks to my subordinates, and my subordinates will cherish them, but this snacks are not long-lasting items. When it deteriorates, it will be a disappointment to the lord's intentions, and it should be finished on the day...but...one of my subordinates...can't finish it..."

He deliberately raised his forehead and sighed, making a look of extreme distress.

When the little prince heard this, he couldn't move his feet.

A heart was itching, and he stood awkwardly in place, but before he could hold back for a few seconds, he heard a grunt.

The little prince's thin skin began to feel ashamed again.

An Qihe took the opportunity to suggest: "Since the prince is hungry, if you don't mind, how about sharing this box of snacks with your subordinates?"

do not mind!Of course I don't mind!

The little prince blinked his eyes, squeezed his palm with difficulty, and then said: "But this is the snack that this king gave you. If this king eats it too, then what is the rule?"

An Qihe suppressed a smile: "But can the prince have the heart to watch this box of snacks change after eating it? There are only the prince and his subordinates here, you know, I know, God knows, the earth knows, other people don't know it." knew."

"Or..." An Qihe lowered his voice, "Could it be that the prince wants to be seen by the servants, with your stomach growling?"

An Qihe hurriedly covered his stomach, and his deflated stomach made a "gurgling" sound.

An Qihe: "Pfft."

The little prince blushed, "Don't laugh!"

An Qihe hastily surrendered: "Don't laugh... Puff... Don't laugh, I really don't laugh... Pff, come and eat, my lord."

The little prince glared at An Qihe complainingly, and moved the corner of his eyes to the dim sum. After all, he still couldn't resist the temptation of the dim sum. He muttered and moved to the side of the table, softly trying to cover it up: "This king sees that you have already eaten For the sake of you, I understand that you can't eat, so I help to solve it, there is absolutely no other meaning."

An Qihe's heart was shattered by his harmless white eyes, and he hurriedly helped the little prince open the box and put some snacks.

The little prince ate and drank enough, patted his bulging belly, and burped contentedly.

After eating full, he fell sleepy again, his drowsy head could not help leaning on An Qihe's shoulder, and fell asleep after a while.

An Qihe hurriedly asked someone to take him back, but before he could do anything, the little prince crawled onto the bed of An Qihe in the dark by himself, rolled the quilt back, and muttered softly in sleep: "Hmm... delicious... I still want to eat..."

The little prince slept soundly, and there was still a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

An Qihe didn't dare to leave him to sleep in the woodshed, so he was sent back to the house overnight and quietly put him on the bed.

The little prince turned over and directly regarded An Qihe as a super big pillow, most of his body was pressed on An Qihe to prevent him from leaving.

There was no way, An Qihe simply stayed, sitting by the bed in a daze.

Thinking about him in modern times, his father and mother are researchers in the organization, and he is also a small and capable president. The family is harmonious and happy, and he occasionally participates in entertainment projects, and goes to Hengdian to catch a few young crops of the future. A car accident sent him directly back to more than 300 hundreds of years before liberation.

The [-] million project fell through, and the president was lost, and he had to come over to serve as a cook and bodyguard for an ancient man.

Hard work?It's very hard.

But...

Are these important?

You said that if you serve such a beautiful, cute and easy-to-coax little beauty and serve him tea and water to protect his personal safety, not to mention that he is a prince, even if he is thrown into the modern age as a male partner, you want to praise him and coax him People who are used to him can also go from the earth to Neptune.

Is there anything wrong with Rare Little Beauty?

President An, who has always adhered to the policy of "I'd rather make a hundred mistakes than let one go," thought to himself through gritted teeth.

Isn't it just serving tea and pouring water to be a personal bodyguard?

It's just... it's just...

Don't come again when you can't miss it!

And, most importantly, what?

What are the three standard configurations of a president?

Untold money, endless power, and an endlessly pampered wife!

Right now, this is white, tender and soft, like a kitten just full moon, a ready-made little wife who can transform into three layers of skin in the blink of an eye.

Are you ashamed to see that he doesn't care whether he loves him or not, doesn't exalt him or enshrine him like an ancestor?

That is simply not human!