Today's Interview: Zerg Prime Minister and Autistic Facial Paralysis

"Need a vacation?"

In the Clarence family, Byron, as the master, received a vacation letter from the housekeeper early in the morning, which was the first time in history, so he was extremely surprised, so he asked why it was unusual.

The butler is tall and has long legs and outstanding qualifications. He is dedicated to his work all year round. Byron can't pick out any faults from Sivir.

Even if it was him, there would be social invitations that could not be turned down, but Mr. Housekeeper really did nothing. From the time they met, Byron has not seen Sivir accepting an invitation to go to any date.

He lives in Clarence's house all year round, and Byron has set a leisurely working time for him, but Sivir insists on starting work at eight o'clock every day, and ending the day's hard work after six hours, and he will have a drink at seven o'clock in the evening Rattan flower wine, go to bed at eight o'clock in the evening, and show up on time the next day.

Even his uncle's funeral didn't allow this dedicated butler to take away his vacation, so Byron was worried for a moment, he put down his resignation letter and asked.

"Is it because Mr. Field asked you to do something? As I said, if it's difficult, don't force it."

Sivir glanced at Byron in surprise, he shook his head, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be the comfort of owning some kind of precious treasure, Sivir's eyes were black, and they were often kept condensed, but now they looked like a piece of melted caramel.

"No, sir, I just want to have a little more private time."

Coupled with his sparkling, yearning eyes, Byron did not know what to say for a moment. In the end, he rubbed between his brows helplessly and said.

"Have a nice holiday, Sivir."

Sivir nodded and didn't go into too much detail. He was about to turn around and leave, but when he parted, he turned his head and said to Byron who was sitting on the sofa: "Sir, if one day I need your help, Would you lend a helping hand if there is no law or ethics involved?"

Byron didn't answer right away. He looked at Sivir cautiously, trying to find some clues from that face, but the other party calmly seemed to be making a little joke.

Sivir would not joke, and it would not be a trivial matter for him to need his help. Even so, Byron nodded after a short thought: "Of course."

"Thank you for your generosity."

After receiving the answer, Sivir left Byron's house, and first went to the reserved shape art studio. The female who received him had a good working attitude, but she was obviously a little dazed after hearing his request, and confirmed it twice.

"You mean, do you want to look feminized?"

The staff spoke slowly and seemed unsure, and Sivir asked with his eyes: "Is there a problem?"

"No, it's just..." The young staff smiled slightly, and then made a suggestion: "Your image is not suitable for too tough styling, cutting your hair short will make you look younger, but since you want to To bring a sense of reliability and security to the person you like, I think you can use a little leavening agent, which will make you look... more romantic and mature."

Sivir nodded, rarely hesitated, and confirmed with the staff: "I don't know what type the other party likes."

"Just express the most charming side, your image is actually very cute." The staff praised with a blushing face: "It's hard for anyone to refuse your request."

"He seemed to be rejecting people a lot."

The gender that the staff consciously substituted was female, and he was surprised: "Often refuse?"

Sivir hummed. From what he could remember, most of the males were rejecting others, but the adopted son of Govey was not counted, and the other party unexpectedly talked to him.

Sivir coughed lightly: "Is it really not possible to cut it short?"

The staff said with great affirmation: "Please believe me, you will regret it after cutting it short."

"I want to cut it shorter."

Sivir guessed that Mr. Walsh's favor for that male may be due to aesthetic preferences in different cultures. In short, Mr. Walsh may like short hair?

"Alright sir." The staff weakly picked up the flying shears.

In the end, Sivir kept a little length and used a leavening agent in a small area. The staff tailored an image strategy for him. When he came out of the locker room, he looked like a homeboy workaholic.

Sivir took off his hat and raised one eyebrow. At this time, he had short and fluffy hair. Because of his narrow mandible and fleshy cheeks, he looked too young, swept away the rigid abstinence, a bit like that kind of cynical, just-adult male.

"Is it all right?" he questioned.

"No, you look very good." The staff gritted their teeth and tried their best not to cry. The short hair looked too soft and couldn't match the tough guy at all.

Sivir touched his chin, but he didn't pick a thorn. In essence, he couldn't tell that there was any difference between this self and his usual self, but there shouldn't be any major mistakes.

He looked at the time, left the shape art studio, and went to the Twilight Forest. Because most of the plants on display this time would glow, he deliberately chose to open after dark.

The agreed time was nine o'clock. Achilles left home at eight o'clock and arrived at the venue 15 minutes earlier. To his surprise, Sivir had already arrived. It seemed that he had been waiting for a while.

Achilles didn't recognize the other party at first sight, but he was more impressed by the silver hair and the medal. After looking at it for a while, he was sure that the other party was Sivir Mujer, so he walked over and said.

"Mr. Miao Jie?"

"Mr. Walsh."

The other party's eyes lit up, and then he smiled. Achilles felt strange. He nodded, stepped back a little unnaturally, and then talked with Sivir in sequence.

Weather, daily life, current situation.

The other party should be a talkative person, but he seemed a little weird for no reason. Achilles thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Your hair?"

Sivir hummed, and then suddenly asked: "I just saw that there are plant seeds for sale in this exhibition. When the exhibition is over, does Mr. Walsh have any intention of buying?"

"Already booked in advance."

Sivir likes plants, but most of them are very suitable for the ferocious nature of the native plants on the insect planet. Achilles prefers the foreign species, and he is very judgmental in his preferences. And his face collapsed.

The staff were eloquently introducing its use value. The male stared at the tentacles that shredded the prey in astonishment, his mouth trembling suspiciously. Sivir got closer and heard his muffled voice.

"ugly."

In short, it was crying because of the ugly scale vine that swallowed alive.

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