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[on vacation! !Double change]

It was late at night for Vichy to sort out everything. It was Camila’s responsibility to count the casualties, count the loot, and write a report. But it took a lot of time to arrange for that little devil, Aaron, especially since Aaron followed him secretly. .

This bastard, tracking also pays attention to technology, okay?What's the matter hiding behind the railing!He decided to teach Aaron the first lesson in how to stalk without anyone noticing.

He deliberately made a big circle to get rid of Aaron, and after changing clothes in a hidden stronghold, he walked back slowly, only to see bright lights in his guest room at the intersection of the street.Is this the rhythm of trouble again?Why did he say again?

Oh, he remembered, Su also came in without notice when he came, and he thought it was a thief.

He sighed, grabbed the briefcase in his hand and opened the collar a little, he pretended to be very tired and gently pushed open the door, the door was not locked, it seemed that he was an acquaintance.He opened the anti-theft door very reassuringly, and Fan Saier was lying lazily on the sofa, greeting him in a tired voice: "You are back."

"Ah."

He hung his briefcase on the rack, opened the freezer and threw a bottle of beer to Versailles, while reaching for a Coke himself.He walked over and sat opposite Versailles.

Versaille looked at his actions and laughed softly: "You still don't drink?"

"You know." He cleared his throat and replied, "The instructor often warns us that drinking is harmful to health, easy to get kidney disease, and easy to do bad things. And I get drunk very easily."

"It's a rare time for me to come here." Versaille played the sympathy card. He opened the cap of the beer bottle in his hand, and shook the bottle with his right thumb for a while.Seeing that the color inside had changed from muddy to clear, Versail didn't drink it, but handed it to him, and said, "It's only twice the pineapple beer, are you still worried about getting drunk?"

He looked at the bright yellow wine inside and asked jokingly, "What if I get drunk?"

"This is at your house." Versail also joked: "Do you still think I will do something wrong to you while you are drunk?"

He deliberately looked him up and down: "At present, masculinity is so popular, I'd better think about it carefully."

"If I do this, it should be on the headlines tomorrow."

"I'm thinking about what to write?" He changed his editorial tone, "President Rixing has sex after drinking, and the target is the editor of the newspaper. Please see the detailed report made by the person below."

"That's a good title. It will be a big hit tomorrow."

Versailles went on smoothly. He grabbed the Coke in his hand and took a sip. He exclaimed in a relaxed and happy way: "This Coke is well tuned. I'm not willing to be weak. Where did you buy it?"

"It's an antique shop two streets away." He smiled slightly, "We used to go for drinks when you lived here. Why, the nobleman forgets things so much now?"

Versailles remembered this smell. When he failed in the election, he and Vichy used to go to the antique shop for afternoon tea. The shop was very small and old, and there were not many people.They would often forget their wallets, and the boss would always let them pay on credit, and as a result, they would forget their wallets again, and so on, until Versailles moved out to pay off all the debts at once.

But at this moment Versaille said something against his will: "It happened decades ago, how can I remember it clearly. Do you remember the only time you drank beer 40 years ago?"

"You said that I only drank it once." He took a sip from the bottle, tasted it carefully and commented: "The taste doesn't seem to have changed much, it's still quite bad."

Versailles didn't answer, but stared at him and asked, "Today I went to the editorial department to look for you, but you weren't here." "I went out to collect news." He put on a puzzled expression, "I left a note in the office. On the editor's desk, he didn't tell you?"

"No. The editor-in-chief is not here today." Versaille's eyes were clearly disbelieving, using a person who was not there as an excuse, how could he easily believe it without breaking the rules.He asked again: "Then why don't you tell me what's the news?"

"Do you want to hear lacy or normal?"

"I'm not a gossip girl, you should be normal."

"It's normal." He frowned and thought in distress, and slowly spit out the words: "The old man who turned left five meters from here retrieved his lost chicken, and there was a new addition to Grandma Lina's house opposite. A husky, John and his wife next door are going to divorce, does this count?" "You." Versaille said with a helpless smile, Vichy's thinking is always divergent, and he doesn't know what to answer strange things .He sighed: "I don't know how the editor-in-chief of your daily newspaper tolerates you."

"Okay, no kidding." He resumed: "You know the annual summer festival is coming up, and we are preparing a report on it. Every year, it's what the princess wears and eats today. What have you said, I'm almost bored to death. This year, we are still asked to sneak into the palace secretly to see what lace is. The palace is heavily guarded. Every time the reporter sneaks in and is caught before touching the door frame, I always want to Go to the public security management station to mention people."

"Van Saier." He suddenly raised his harmless face, and looked at him pitifully: "Do you have any news, please let me know? So that I can raise my salary this year? You know that the tuition fee for my doctorate exam is very high." .”

"I can tell you." Versail put on a straight face, pretending to be serious and demanded: "I'll tell you after you drink the beer in one gulp."

Well, this request does not seem too much.He thought about it carefully, and it wasn't enough to make him drunk.He wanted to hear what Versaille had to say about what had happened.

He took a deep breath, picked up the bottle and drank it down. The taste was very sour, sour enough to make ordinary people lose their insight into other tastes.He put down the bottle and muttered in a low voice: "Why is it so sour? I clearly remember that it used to be sweeter and spicy, but it hasn't been improved recently."

Seeing that he finished drinking, Versaille fulfilled his promise: "I can tell you, but I'm afraid you don't have the courage to report it."

"Ugh?"

"Princess is sick." Versaille said, his face became gloomy, and he didn't seem to be joking. "I fell ill suddenly, and I haven't found anything so far. It's just that I feel very uncomfortable. I may not be able to catch up with the summer festival in a month's time."

His face also became serious. Since Her Royal Highness the Queen died of illness, the princess is the only heir. The symbol of the royal family cannot be reversed. The annual summer festival, the princess must come out to cheer people up no matter what.He forced a smile: "Fansell, are you kidding me?"

"You look like I'm joking?"

"Not like."

"That's it." Versail said: "I've been bored to death for the past two days. I'm just asking you to complain about this matter today. I didn't expect you to be away when I needed you the most."

"I can only express my sympathy for you." He shrugged his shoulders, expressing his helplessness: "I can only mourn for you for three seconds in this kind of thing and then do what I should do. You know that I have always lived in a calm manner and am not very concerned about the political situation. "

Versaille smiled at him, he picked up the two bottles on the table and stood up, looked at the freezer not far away and asked, "I've finished drinking too, what do you want to drink?"

He counted the time, thinking that it was almost time, so he replied sullenly: "I won't drink anymore. I'm a little dizzy, maybe I drank too much." This sentence made him want to bite his tongue, yes what happened!He's only had one bottle, and it's obvious that pineapple beer is alive and kicking after a dozen or so.

"How can you get drunk with a bottle of beer?" Versail said while looking for something, "You are too tired today, just take a rest."

"Ah."

He didn't speak any more, and rested quietly on the sofa.Behind him came the sound of looking for things, and after waiting for seven or eight minutes, he heard Versaille's voice: "I want to drink coffee, where is your condensed milk?"

"The...left side of the freezer? The right side?"

"Is it left or right?"

"The left... right? No, no, it's the right. It seems to be the left."

"never mind."

Versailles gave up searching, and took his coffee and sat back in his seat.Vichy was originally lazily nestled on the sofa with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes only when he heard his footsteps. After a short rest, his eyes became less clear-headed than before. A trace of mist.

"Are you ok?"

Seeing this, Versail asked him concerned, and he really wanted to answer that he is fine and really has nothing wrong with him, but he must be fine when he sees you.He rubbed the center of his brows, looked at Versaille with almost blurred eyes, and seriously acted bravely: "I'm fine. What did we just talk about?"

"We said the princess was ill." Versailles tentatively asked softly, "Do you remember?"

"It's there." He shook his head vigorously, his eyes cleared up. "Go on."

"We didn't make this matter public. The palace is the scope of responsibility of the day trip, and I don't want to be held accountable, so I plan to solve it internally. Now including the night trip, I'm also kept in the dark."

"Do you travel at night...?"

"Yes." Versail stared at his face, trying to find clues of unnaturalness, but it seemed in vain.He continued to induce: "We plan to strengthen our defenses to suppress this matter, what do you think?"

"I think..." He propped his chin with his hands, his eyes could not stop closing and opening again.He answered very slowly, but he only answered two words: "Very good."

"Little Wei." Versailles suddenly stood up and sat beside him, the distance between the two was so close that he could feel the hot temperature of Versailles.He heard Versail calling his name affectionately, and whispered bewitchingly: "Will you tell Adair?"

Not completely wrong, this is his Mr. Versailles!Why did a strong sense of why come over my face? Isn't Versaille always upright and generous, and won't play tricks!He silently greeted the person who taught Versail eighty times in his heart, but now it is also clear that Versaille followed Adair, and then saw him instead of seeing him, so he became suspicious.

He had no choice but to continue to use his acting skills, and asked blankly: "Adair... who is it?"

Adair, who was far away, sneezed. This is another story.

"You met him at Grandma Linna's house." Versaille got closer to him, substituting the scene at that time and letting him fall into the trap: "Don't you remember? I broke in and interrupted your conversation .”

"Grandma Linna?" He deliberately misunderstood, "You didn't...well, I remember...I went to water the flowers...you walked in."

Versail corrected: "I walked in when you and Adair were meeting."

"Ah, what? It's not... Little White Flower from Grandma Linna's house?"

Versaille saw that it was meaningless to continue the cross-examination, so he asked directly: "Xiao Wei, tell me honestly, are you a nocturnal person?"

"I?"

"Even if you say yes, I won't blame you. No matter what the gap is, I'm already mentally prepared."

. ... The drop can almost drown a person, okay!How do you tell me to say it.He didn't hide it deliberately, it's just that he was too afraid of losing.He didn't want Versailles to see the beautiful and weak young man he had been pampering suddenly change. He only wanted to show his most innocent side.He didn't want to try, and he didn't dare to try.

It's fine now.

So he still pretended to be crazy: "I...? Daily editor...text...materials."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Honestly... um."

In a sense, he was telling the truth. Daily editor was indeed his job when he was him. He stayed up late every day to edit and write news. Although Adair helped him to spread the pressure of work, he was still too busy to dance.

Versaille sighed. Seeing the bewildered young man in front of him, he began to waver in his heart. Should he believe it or not?He wobbled from side to side and couldn't come up with the right answer.

But once the question is asked, so what, assuming Vichy's answer is that he is, then Versailles can still send someone to monitor him and follow him?Don't make trouble, Night Walk is quite friendly with their rights, what's the point of doing this.He thought that Vichy's position should be very low, and it would be of no value to monitor him, but would destroy friendship.

From the bottom of his heart, Versail didn't want to turn against him, and he couldn't let go.

"Xiao Wei." Versailles changed his words and asked another question, a question that might only be a joke in normal times. "Do you have someone you like?"

"Well?"

Seeing him continue to be confused, Versail made up his mind to tell the truth, anyway, he has a high chance of forgetting this part of the story after tomorrow morning.Versailles showed a honey smile and asked him: "Do you like me?"

. ...What's the matter with such an embarrassing question from the very beginning!Looking at Versaille's eyes full of expectation, he stuck the original answer in his throat, and sincerely revealed his inner thoughts and uttered the last two words: "I like it."

Fan Saier's face was full of smiles: "How about I marry you in the future?"

No this is really not good at all.But how could he refuse the affectionate confession so far!Normally, he should pour cold water on it and say in a cold voice that you are the only child in the family, so he should think about the offspring of the family, and then clarify that he has a girl he likes.

But now he can't speak.After thinking for a long time, he decided to use the best escape method.He fainted and fell behind the sofa as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Vichy? Wake up."

Versailles called out many times, but he still pretended to be a dead body and slept soundly there.Versaille looked at him who was stuck on the sofa, and couldn't laugh or cry, why there was no follow-up when he got to the most important place.

Versaille resigned himself to his fate, carried him to the bed and covered him with the quilt, thinking that there was no one around, it was a good opportunity, so he secretly kissed him in order not to waste his trip, but he was not brave enough, so he still kissed his forehead.Just as a goodnight kiss.

He heard the sound of closing the door, and Versailles had already left.He decided never to get up to observe the situation, why would he get up and think about things when he was so comfortable lying on the bed.

Today's affairs, of course, will be discussed tomorrow.But tomorrow, it seems that there are more things waiting for him.