Overlord's canary wants to divorce every day

Chi Ye, "..."

Mr. Butler connected the experiences of these years together, and he became more and more sure of the persona of "Mr. He does not move", and accidentally told the truth, "No wonder the second master has never been close to women. I just said that these years The bed-climbing starlets followed one after another, how could none of them succeed..."

Chi Ye felt that the old man should not be allowed to misunderstand.

This is very bad.

"Let's lift it..." I suddenly remembered a hard object that I accidentally kicked in the small black room that night, Chi Ye's face turned red, and he added in a low voice, "It's quite powerful. "

I wish the housekeeper didn't believe it, "Then where did you stumble?"

Chi Ye's eyes darkened, and he said numbly, "It's me who didn't live up to it."

Although Mr. Housekeeper was still very puzzled, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted Chi Ye's shoulder, and said earnestly, "It's okay to continue working hard."

Chi Ye quickly waved his hand: "No need."

I think my chrysanthemum is in good condition now, and I don't need to develop it, and your second master probably can't bear to kick it a few more times.

Mr. Butler's thoughts have gone out of his mind, "Next time you can change the way, for example, put the medicine in the second master's dinner without a trace, or put it in red wine or coffee. But first I have to go to the kitchen to bribe the little Filipino maid..."

Chi Ye felt that the old man must have been deeply poisoned by the family ethics at eight o'clock every night, which hurt his brain, and couldn't bear to argue with him, so he turned to leave.

Mr. Housekeeper asked anxiously, "Where are you going? Lunch will be ready soon, won't you eat it at home again?"

Chi Ye waved his hand back, "No, I'm not hungry!"

Is it a matter of being hungry or not?

Mr. Housekeeper is very tired.

He just heard that young master Chi had regained his freedom in the morning, and the folds on his happy face were almost ready for steamed buns, and he was busy making arrangements for the second master and his wife to have a carnival feast at noon.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived in the kitchen, he was brought out to trouble Master Chi.Right now, the food is already on the table, Second Master will be at the restaurant soon, but Young Master Chi is about to go out again.

How to match two married people is more difficult than finding a match for a programmer.

The housekeeper Zhu chased after Chi Ye and yelled to leave after dinner, at least wait for him to arrange the driver, assistant and car to go out.

Chi Ye said "No need", trotted down the spiral staircase, and ran straight to the carved gate of Nanwan Villa without looking back.

Hearing the sound of the iron carved gate slowly closing along the track behind him, Chi Ye let out a long sigh of relief.

The long-lost freedom.

The joy of finally escaping from the cage paralyzed the brain, and Chi Ye couldn't help but smile at every tree along the way, and ran happily for several hundred meters, aimlessly.

Tired from running, I stopped, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be no pedestrians or vehicles passing by along the way.

Chi Ye slapped his head, suddenly remembering that he was still in the world in the novel and knew nothing about this city.

Fortunately, the author's world view is completely consistent with reality, and all life experiences are applicable.

Chi Ye sat down on a big rock along the road, pulled out the phone map and began to ponder.

It was no surprise that He Lin's Nanwan villa was built out of the way, and the nearest subway or bus station was more than ten minutes away by car.

Chi Ye regretted that he didn't listen to Butler Zhu's advice and asked the driver to take him off, but if he turned back to the villa now, he might bump into He Lin who was having lunch.

Obviously, for Chi Ye, communicating face-to-face with He Lin for 10 minutes consumes more energy than walking ten kilometers.

Chi Ye gritted his teeth, took out the willpower of playing five plays a day in his previous life, and decisively decided to walk to the subway station on his legs.

He Lin is indeed in the restaurant of his villa at the moment.

But he didn't eat. Instead, he sat on the main seat of the Chinese round table, facing the table full of delicately cooked delicacies, standing majestically, motionless.

He is waiting.

Lin Yishui and Zhu Butler sat on the left and right respectively, staring intently at the rice bowl in front of them, successfully creating the sense of sight of the chief cannon fodder.

In fact, He Lin is not very particular about food. He seldom eats at home. When he is busy with work, he can usually settle for a meal in the office or the airport.

Today is an exception.

Even more exceptionally, he actually took the initiative to invite the assistant and the butler to sit at the same table.

He Lin once made it clear that he doesn't like to eat with others, so except for the very necessary entertainment, he always eats alone.

But the assistant and Mr. housekeeper who were invited to lunch at the moment didn't feel much flattered.

Before Lin Yishui came, he had collected the data of He Lin's banquets over the years, and analyzed rigorously that the purpose of sitting at the dining table was only to relieve He Lin's embarrassment and tension when facing Chi Ye alone.

Erye He will also be nervous?Lin Yishui was taken aback by the conclusion he drew.

Butler Zhu looked sadly at the pot of soup in front of him, and the small candle below had burned down to only a cluster of intermittent weak flames.

He Lin didn't intend to move his chopsticks yet.

Zhu steward raised his head and exchanged glances with Lin Yishui quickly. It was the first time that the two had such a tacit understanding, and they shook their heads tacitly.

He Lin and others obviously couldn't come.

Mr. Butler regrets it very much now, he shouldn't have mentioned his preparations for the carousel banquet when he met the second master in the morning.

Originally, the old man just casually said that he wanted to help Chi Ye, who had finally regained his freedom, to give him a sense of existence. Unexpectedly, He Lin actually took it seriously, not only nodded in agreement, but also showed up in the restaurant on time.

Now the background boards are gathered together, but the protagonist is absent for no reason.

I can't get off stage.

Lin Yishui turned his face away, ruthlessly rejected Steward Zhu's request for help from a distance, and gave him a look of "whoever dug the hole himself will fill it himself".

Mr. Butler knew he was wrong, so he bravely picked up the serving chopsticks against He Linshuo's windy air pressure, "Second Master, if you don't eat this dish, it will be cold."

He Lin glanced at him, but said nothing.

Mr. Butler immediately shut up, put down his chopsticks, and retracted his hand.

Lin Yishui hated that iron could not be made into steel, so he had no choice but to go up to it himself, and said straightaway: "I saw Master Chi go out just now, I guess he won't be back for a while."

He Lin's hand reaching for the square scarf paused suddenly, then turned to look at Butler Zhu, his eyes were piercing, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

"Because... because Master Chi is shy!"

Mr. Butler was quick-witted and came up with the correct answer in just half a second, "Master Chi was really looking forward to this carousel feast, but because he hasn't had dinner with you for a long time, he is nervous and apprehensive, so he worked hard." I couldn't calm down my excited heart several times, and in the end I was really afraid of disturbing your interest, so I had to hide myself."

He Lin raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

It's a ghost!

Lin Yishui rolled his more restrained eyes, thinking to himself, "This old man really has buried his talent if he doesn't become a screenwriter."

Mr. Butler tried his best to enhance the atmosphere by himself, picked up the dessert in the middle of the table and placed it in front of He Lin, "Young Master Chi specially ordered the kitchen to make this when he was about to leave the house. He said that sweets would make people feel happy. Absence affects the mood."

He Lin nodded slightly, wondering if he believed it or not.

He wiped his hands, put down the napkin, picked up the chopsticks, and said, "Eat."