The old man lost his memory again

The boy had just been dragged to take a shower, changed into new clothes, and was completely clean.

As soon as An Qihe pushed open the door, he saw the boy sitting on the bed well-behaved.

Tsk, I feel even more upset.

An Qihe grinned, struggling to suppress the irritability in his heart, walked towards the boy, glanced sideways, and saw that the food on the table next to him had not moved at all, but the steamed buns that should have been in the basket disappeared without a trace .

The young man peeked at where he was looking, subconsciously raised his hand and wiped his mouth, wiped off a bit of steamed bun skin, reluctant to throw it away, and stuffed it into his mouth sneakily.

"Why don't you eat?" Although An Qihe was irritable, he still knew that one size should be equal to one size, "Don't you like food?"

The young man lowered his head and scratched his fingers: "...I'll just eat steamed buns."

"Isn't it delicious?" An Qihe suspiciously picked up the chopsticks on the side and took a bite of the dish, the taste was almost the same as usual.

The boy quickly explained: "It's not bad, it's very, very delicious!"

"You haven't eaten it, how do you know it's delicious?"

Never wanting to be choked by An Qihe, the young man blushed, avoided looking at him, and stammered: "I, I used to eat, eat, good, delicious."

"Then why don't you eat?"

The young man was stunned again, his eyes lit up when he saw the food, but he insisted on forcing himself to look away, trying not to read or smell: "Those, those are not for beggars...beggars, eat, eat Steamed bun……"

An Qihe paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly sore.

That face that looked like the little prince, coupled with this heart-wrenching sentence, seemed to make An Qihe see the little prince begging miserably.

An Qihe held his breath and concentrated, the room was quiet only the sound of the wind.

"Eat, you are no longer a beggar." An Qihe handed him the porridge.

The young man looked at An Qihe's hand helplessly, and swallowed involuntarily.

An Qihe had no choice but to be serious: "If you are starving, the transaction will be cancelled."

The serious expression finally had some effect, the boy looked up at him and blinked a few times, then took the bowl and took a sip hesitantly.

His cheeks moved, and he drank cautiously at first, but then drank faster and faster, and his grunts became more intensive.

An Qihe looked at him with a soft heart, so he ordered some food for him, and the boy was not picky about his food, so he ate all of it.

While eating, he shook his legs happily, and when his toes accidentally hit An Qihe, he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. I dare not move.

Seeing this, An Qihe pushed the meals that were a little further away, and filled him with another half bowl of porridge: "It's okay, keep eating, eat whatever you want, and I'll cook you something lighter for the next two days , Take good care of your body and then eat well."

The boy listened ignorantly, as if he was still in a dream, and he just agreed.

An Qihe saw that he didn't seem to understand, so he didn't say any more, guessing that his body can't be heavy, and he wants to develop a figure similar to that of the little prince in a short period of time, so he has to set a special diet for him .

As for the little prince, it became a bit of a headache.

That's it.

An Qihe rubbed his head helplessly, even if he hadn't encountered such a thing, hasn't he read a few goofy novels?

He still has a way to deal with it.

And the other side.

It was dark before I knew it.

The little prince was lying on the big bed by himself, mumbling and cursing in a low voice: "Bastard! Bastard! Big bastard... big trash... I'm so pissed off... What are you talking about practicing kissing... This is what you said kissing! This is what you call practice! It's so pissing off..."

Cursing and cursing, he cried himself wronged again.

"You kissed me too... I hugged you... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooos...you're looking for someone else.

The little prince's whole heart seemed to be soaked in vinegar water, and his whole body was sour.

When he couldn't help biting his upper lip, he could still feel a slight numbness, and the image of being pressed and kissed last night immediately appeared in his mind, and he couldn't shake his head no matter how hard he shook his head.

Obviously I haven't seen her a few times, but it's as if she's been bewitched.

Just...just...like...like him so much.

At this time, there was a knock on the door after a long absence.

At this time, the little prince had cried enough, and was more rational than wronged, so he wiped away the tears from his face and asked, "Who is it?"

"My lord." A voice without warmth came from outside the door.

The little prince's brows drooped, he couldn't tell what it was like, he was on fire as if he had been cheated, and he was empty, he was in a hurry to vent something, but he didn't know how to vent it.

With a low voice, he asked without strength: "What's the matter?"

"My lord hasn't eaten much for a day, and my subordinates specially asked East Chef to make some snacks, and I invite you to try it."

The little prince rubbed his stomach aggrievedly, and his heart became even angrier.

Even the guards were concerned about whether he had eaten, but that bastard didn't even know where he was!

Really!

Let him kiss for nothing!

The little prince said bitterly: "I am not hungry!"

The guard said: "Before the emperor went to sacrifice, he told his subordinates to take good care of the prince. If the prince falls ill, the subordinates cannot escape the blame..."

The little prince thought he was a very good prince, and he didn't want to make them suffer because of this kind of thing, so he magnanimously asked him to bring the things in.

He cried for a long time, his eyes were swollen into walnuts, and he couldn't see anyone, so he took a storybook and put it in front of him to block it: "Put the things down and go out."

The door closed with a bang, but the people in the room did not leave.

The little prince frowned delicately, and turned his head to look displeased.

The anger in his eyes rose ten meters.

It's also strange to say, it's clear that Tiantian is very wronged, why Qi'an Qihe didn't come over to comfort himself.

But when he saw someone, he was holding a delicious food and drink in his hand, and he looked very flattering, but the little prince felt even more angry.

Why did he come here now? Do you think this prince is not important at all?

Angry why did he carry the food, did he think that he could coax the lord by just taking the food.

The most angry thing is,

It seemed that he had a reason to question, but he really didn't.

An Qihe looked down at those obsidian eyes.

His little prince was sitting on the bed at the moment, watching him cry.

He is also very stubborn, he barely shed a single tear, but his eyes are red and swollen like walnuts, his lips are full of tooth marks, and his fingers are twisting the quilt extremely tightly.

It made An Qihe feel more distressed than if he really cried.

What should he do?

What should I say?

An Qihe is also a CEO after all, he has been a prodigal son in love all his life, but now he is clumsy and doesn't know how to deal with the tearful eyes of the little prince.

The little prince shouted bitterly: "What else are you here for?"

An Qihe hastily stepped forward and explained: "Little prince, little prince."

The little prince was never born with this kind of grievance.

He was still affectionate last night, but this morning he faced other people's hands and feet in front of him.

what is this?

Is being a little prince a pet that comes and goes?

The little prince turned over and rolled into the quilt angrily, and closed his eyes bitterly.

An Qihe put the things on the table with a wry smile, and came to the little prince's bed: "Little prince, listen to my explanation."

From the quilt came the resolute voice of the little prince: "Don't listen! Bastard!"

The little prince knew that he was not smart. When he was a child in the palace, he was always deceived by others. Everyone doted on him, but they often lied to him.

An Qihe still has a bit of craftsmanship, and he is usually smooth-talking, there are always ten thousand ways to deceive the little prince.

Thinking carefully about the practice that An Qihe said last night, the little prince was even more angry.

Tighten the quilt so that you can't hear it, and don't let An Qihe have the slightest chance.

An Qihe felt bitter in his heart, not knowing what to do.

He can't come to the bed and explain affectionately to the quilt, can he?

An Qihe had no choice but to try to get the little prince to talk again: "Little prince, if you don't eat it, the fried chicken will be cold. Didn't you keep saying that you want to eat fried chicken?"

The little prince shouted angrily in bed: "I don't want to eat! What I want to eat is none of your business!"

There was a bit of crying in this voice, and after shouting, the little prince immediately stopped talking aggrievedly.

Hearing An Qihe's casual tone, he felt a pain in his heart.

An Qihe didn't care about him at all, not at all.

The little prince was angry, and the whole house panicked, but he still had this unhurried tone, as if he was teasing a pet that had run away from home, as if he was sure that the little prince would not be really angry at all. .

The air in the quilt was thin, the little prince huddled into a ball, holding back his tears from falling.

Sniffing, waiting for An Qihe to say something.

But after a long time, a soft sigh came from outside the quilt to the little prince's ears.

"My lord, I'm sorry."

The little prince has no worries in his life, and everyone protects him, hiding all dangers to death, not daring to let the little prince know anything.

On the surface, everyone likes the little prince, but in reality, the little prince is lonely.

He doesn't have a true companion by his side, and he can't play as he pleases.

Even if the little prince guessed something, he couldn't use such a reason to ask the truth.

Because everyone is doing it for his own good.

Before meeting An Qihe, the little prince didn't know how many days he had lived like this.

If An Qihe kept it a secret like they did,

That An Qihe has absolutely no qualifications to be closer to the young prince.

The evening light has fallen, and the night wind is blowing.

An Qihe stood in the swaying dim candlelight, letting the deep voice break the silence.

The little prince shrank in the corner, his eyes were red, and he raised his head little by little.

After a long time, the moon walked from the other side of the yard to the center of the yard.

The little prince felt very uncomfortable.

And some rare happiness.

He had been alone for several years, and it was the first time someone discovered his loneliness and opened up to him for the first time.

He also knew that he was too stupid to live a foolish life and accept arrangements foolishly. Although he felt other people's care and worry, he never thought about what it was for.

He can pretend that he doesn't know anything, and everyone hopes that he can keep ignoring it all the time.

But everyone can't, and neither can An Qihe.

The little prince cried for a long time, his eyes hurt badly, tears fell on the quilt, and the quilt swallowed his voice together.

An Qihe walked lightly, quietly came to the little prince's bedside, raised his hand and hugged him into his arms through the quilt.

Said softly: "Little prince, I really like you, and there will never be anyone else."

It was quiet in the quilt, there was no sound at all.