Why is the waste prince like that?

He escaped.

Two sentences, scared him to swallow the last big mouthful of food, but he couldn't bear to push him away, so he could only stammer out a sentence to leave.

It seems that he was rubbed on the cheek, or some kind of close kiss, but the other party let him go quite happily, then picked up the bowl, and said very naturally: "Hey, do you still have work today? No wonder you didn't eat anything It’s here, then go back quickly, don’t delay things.”

He was still smiling, and he couldn't see the direct momentum of breaking the bubble, nor did he have the expression and tone of asking for guilt.

But Samir stood up in panic, rubbed the heel of his palm on the hot spot on his cheek, was thrown back to the gun, and was told "Return it to His Highness the Crown Prince for me", then walked away in silence, stepping back and forth.

No one kept him.

Lancer threw his bowl and spoon into the dishwasher and sat down on the carpet again. At this time, Fei Rui finished eating the offerings and walked in a slightly staggering graceful catwalk. With a twist of her small buttocks, she twisted herself into the human arms Here, enjoy the after-dinner time.

"Mioh~" It's stupid.

Lancer found a thin comb from the big bag of cat supplies, and it was just right for him to comb Ferry's fur. He carefully parted the knot and sighed softly.

"I'm also struggling, after all, it's really inappropriate to say it."

"He is so noble and handsome." He gently stroked Fei Rui's soft forehead hair, which made the little cat squint his eyes comfortably. "Sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake."

Fei Rui: "Mioh~" It's nothing special, isn't it just a golden-haired human being, if he is really a big white tiger, it's okay, God Miaomiao respects him a little bit.

Lancer picked him up a little so he could brush the hair on his belly, and said in a flat tone, "For us humans, he is still very special. He is the emperor's son, and if nothing else, he will be the next emperor. I have watched his live broadcast since I was a child. The image is big, but I... I am an insignificant orphan with nothing, there may be some reasons for love, but..."

He was almost combed, so he held Feirui's ribs, hugged it a little, and kissed its little head: "Do you still remember the matter of Ai Zhu? It's really fun to fall in love with someone higher than yourself." Uncomfortable, precious love will be wiped out by unhappiness."

Fei Rui doesn't like his self-deprecating, so she wants to refute immediately, and slaps meow meow hard with a meat pad: "Mi~mi oh~" You are not an insignificant orphan, you are the sweetheart of Ama, Anthony and me, and He's an insignificant golden retriever.

A cute kitten deserves ten thousand kisses.

Lancer liked it so much, Jiujiu kissed it several more times: "You are also my favorite Aunt Fei Rui."

He thought for a while, and his eyelashes drooped again: "I want to ask him what he thinks, but...if he categorically denies it, or even makes a mockery, I...I don't know how to maintain my dignity?"

"Mi! Mi!" What deny, this bad golden retriever, the emperor's cub!They even secretly poked other people's mouths and denied it, God Meow Meow will let you know what cruelty is today!

"Wait," Lanser frowned, turned the kitten who was punching the void meowing fist in his arms, and asked, "What is...boo?"

Fei Rui suddenly shut down, her limbs hang down limply, her hairy face is full of guilt: "Mi..." It's nothing.

"Dishonest kittens can't eat meat."

The interrogation by humans was so terrifying that the little cat had to confess and be lenient: "Mi... mi oh mi oh..."

Anyway, the golden retriever is very bad, and the little cat is determined not to get along with him.

After listening, Lancer lowered his eyes and stared at the carpet for a while.

Then he seemed to raise the corner of his lips quickly, but the curvature disappeared quickly.

Let the kitten completely understand.

"By the way, Sammy brought you a cat litter box and a lot of cat litter. It just stinks. Do you need it?"

"mum!"

The Golden Retriever is very bad, eating will turn into energy, and the great Meow God will not stink!

He found out, or was he probing?

Samuel felt that today was really bad.

how so?He managed to stay up late at night, and was able to go to that small home that was supposed to be warm. First, he put on a dirty face because of his family status, and then he thought about some boring things that he hadn't investigated well, so the young man took the initiative to comfort him. Open the wound to coax, or explain.

He found me, so he put up his guard, or explained why.

Thinking about it, Samir almost fell off the chair in despair.

Lancer had never been so cautious in front of Sami, and had to confess so carefully.

Their relationship was originally only happy and unrealistic.

As Samir thought about it, a burst of sharp pain came up, and cruel questions came up one after another.

What does he think of me, a cunning politician or a lecherous pervert?

Greedy for the tenderness of the moment, missed too many opportunities to confess, so now I have nothing.

Very unbearable, very embarrassing.

He thought of every cowardly moment in his life, and he remembered the teacher scolding him when he dropped the sword for the first time.

It was a naked, undefended, undefensible failure.

But he thought of the other party's gentle and kind face again, so another ray of sweetness gushed out from the dry bottom of the lake.

Does he not hate me that much?

But perhaps, it was a kind of hypocrisy and obscenity that had to be done as a last resort.

After all, he knew that the reason why the young man's past life was relatively peaceful all depended on his surprisingly mature and superficial docileness.

He is very gentle and always willing to show respect to anyone. This kind of frankness may be a veiled warning.

Samir himself is very clear, he can say that the cat is a part of me, but he can't say that the cat is me.

Because for young people, his noble status, brilliant military exploits, or other desirable advantages as a human being are simply garbage that tarnishes the purity of a cat.

Most things in the world have a way of getting them back, and purity is not one of them.

He thought in ecstasy and melancholy for a while, then stood up, untied the amber around his neck and threw it away, then took out a silver ring from the safe, took the hair tie from the end of his hair, and held it in his hand , pacing up and down in the study anxiously.

And, and.

Olyassim's precious old man's sleep was interrupted again. Fortunately, he was still getting sleepy. He was already rubbing his eyes and took his highness to the collection room where the precious objects were stored.

He noticed that His Royal Highness was clutching something nervously, with a black string leaking from between his fingers, and his expression was strangely uneasy.

But he didn't ask too much. The affairs of young people are usually not improved by a few words of persuasion from an elder.

Collars, balls, bulky clothing.

Things that were originally regarded as garbage were treasured by the far-sighted Mr. Steward, and they were able to be priced at an average price of no more than one thousand star coins, together with the gemstone belt of Cavendish I and the "midsummer" worn by Empress Stasha at her wedding. "The necklace was put in one place.

Samir looked at it for a while, and then he sympathetically told Oli to go back to his room to sleep. He was so dazed that he forgot to take care of the old servant's feelings.

It made him feel even worse.

When the butler closed the door in confusion and sleepiness, Samir slowly sat down on the antique chair from 200 years ago.

It's not so much sitting, it's more like looking for support.

He bent down deeply, buried his head, and curled up as much as possible.

It's just because the thought of begging for mercy at this moment is so invincible.

Samuel, don't hold back.

It is too difficult, teacher.

Those stupid bad thoughts had opened a huge gap in his heart, through which a terrifying howling cold wind flowed.

He wanted to beg for mercy, to admit that he was a failed soldier who did not deserve respect in an unfamiliar battlefield.

Let me go.

Don't abandon me.

Please, be the same as before.

Love me.