Sara

Dylan didn't sleep very deeply. He heard someone coming in outside, so he opened his eyes.

Lin Shu walked in holding the man with a bad personality.

The space in the carriage was small, and it was inconvenient for one person to move around, but Linshu's movements were very gentle, and he didn't hit anything.Jehofasa leaned in his arms, already asleep, with a little redness at the end of his eyes.

Linshu put him on the bed, made a silent gesture to Dylan, then smoothed Yofasa's hair to prevent him from being crushed, and finally covered the quilt, and sat alone in the gap at the foot of the bed against the wall, draped Put on the coat that was originally on Jehofasa.

The bed is not too big, usually two of him and Yofasa can sleep well, but squeezing three people is too much, he is worried that Yofasa can't sleep well.

Dylan mouthed and gestured that he didn't need to sleep on the bed, Linshu waved his hand to keep him still, turned off the light and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

-

Vaughan was allowed to enter the room with coffee.

He didn't dare to raise his head. His boss, Judicial Igor, was in a bad mood recently. From the sweeper to the minister of the cabinet, he would be scolded bloody as long as he caught negligence.

He walked to the largest projection screen in the center of the room. The blue fluorescent light enveloped his boss, and he could only see a dim and backlit slender figure.

Feiger didn't look back, picked up the coffee with his left hand, and said to the staff at the bottom of the screen: "Why did you skip the northern part of Tusa?"

"The situation over there is more complicated. The monitoring system is not unified. There are multiple companies involved. They feel that we have violated their rights." The staff replied, "We are going to send people to negotiate..."

"Don't worry about it so much, directly invade their system, their hands and feet are not clean, so they dare not let people see."

Feiger tossed the coffee back into the tray in Vaughn's hand, "Send a copy of their shady stuff and shut up."

"Now, immediately, immediately, transfer me to the surveillance in the North District, don't give me a fucking reason."

Anyone who loses something will not be in a good mood, and Feiger is no exception.

He was attacked by a terrorist attack a month ago and was admitted to the hospital. Before he left, everything was fine. The emperor’s condition was maintained well, and he could undergo the next repair operation at the end of the year.

The results of it?He went back to the palace with a cane to see, where is his emperor?

How big is he that Zacharias?Was here a month ago!

In his rage, he turned the table over during the meeting as expected by a certain prophet in the meeting cabinet.

Vaughan was splashed with coffee and didn't dare to play. Feiger didn't tell him to go out, so he could only stand beside his boss and watch the surveillance with him.

The huge screen in the center was cut into dozens of pieces, and there was a young man with similar build and blond hair in each screen, which made him dizzy. When his legs were almost numb and his stomach protested, he Finally, Feiger spoke again.

"Go back, the first one in the second row."

The staff under the screen followed suit and zoomed in on the screen requested by Feiger.

On the screen is also a slender man with blond hair. His back is facing the camera, so he can't see the exact appearance.

"Hand, zoom in."

According to Feiger's request, the man's right hand within the visible range of the camera was enlarged, and there were two thin bloodstains on the back of his hand, as if he had been scratched by a sharp object.

Vaughan couldn't see Feiger's face, but he could feel the air pressure around him getting lower again. He shrank his neck, thinking that he had to do his job for another five years, and his life suddenly became bleak.

Then, he heard Feiger say in a clearly sullen tone: "Send someone to this block to check the private surveillance along the street, get ready, I'm going to check it out myself."

Thank goodness he can finally get out.

-

Dylan woke up from the jolt of the vehicle, a dim light cast from the gap in the blackout curtains, and Yofasha next to him was still asleep, his sleeping face was much softer than his awake face.

He got off the bed, walked through the living room to the back of the cab, rubbed his eyes, and suddenly the baffle in front of him rose slowly, revealing Linshu's back in the driver's seat: "Come to the front, don't disturb him."

His voice is very low, if you don't pay attention, you won't be able to hear clearly.

Dylan climbed lightly to the co-pilot, and the fender was lowered again, which was a signal to speak.

"Big brother woke up so early."

"Well, I'll make you breakfast later." Linshu nodded, "Are you hungry?"

"No... Is big brother traveling?" Dylan noticed the screen in front of him. It was not navigation, but the monitoring inside and outside the car. The slightly larger split screen in the middle was the bedroom.

Lin Shu didn't deny that, although he was not so guarded against children, he still couldn't disclose any information to Dylan: "Yes, but I have a planned route, and I can't take you home. I will entrust someone else to take you home." You went back."

Dylan pinched the hem of his clothes that were too long, and pointed to the screen: "Brother who is sleeping, is that your family? You have been taking care of him."

"It's a friend. He's not in good health." Linshu turned the steering wheel. He had thought about telling others that they were brothers or something, but it wasn't just because of race differences. It can't be a family.

"Hmm... doesn't big brother help with the cooking?"

"Why does he want to help? He doesn't know how to do it." Linshu asked in confusion, expecting an emperor who didn't touch the spring water to come to the kitchen to help him?Yofasa can hurt himself by cutting a vegetable.

"Then let me help big brother..." Dylan smiled shyly, "I started working at home when I was very young. If you don't mind, you can let me cook."

"No, he's picky eater, I'll do it."

Letting children cook is also impossible in Linshu's dictionary. The traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young have long been engraved into his DNA.

"How nice you are to this brother..." Dylan whispered.

"Huh? No." Linshu shook his head.

It was he who forcibly brought the emperor out of the favorable environment, followed him through hardships and hardships, and would hand over the emperor to the rebel army for research in the future. Being kind to him is the most basic compensation.

But Linshu just felt that he was not good to Yofasa. He accidentally injured Yofasa several times, and even lost Yofasa halfway to make people frightened. So Yofasa still relied on him so much, he wondered if the emperor was suffering from a disease. What Stockholm Syndrome.

He recalled the foggy eyes of Yofasha yesterday, and his heart tightened.

The only person Yofasha can contact now is him, and he has no other way but to rely on him. If he keeps being indifferent to him, Yofasha will really have nothing.

Linshu didn't want to talk more about Yofasa with Dylan, so he changed the topic and made up a story, adapting his past experience into a travel story, and told Dylan.

Dylan is very good at supporting, saying "ah, that's amazing" and "wow, that's it" in one mouthful, which makes telling a story very fulfilling.

An hour later, he parked the car on the side of the road and went to the bedroom to wake Yofasa to wash up. When he came back with breakfast, Yofasa stared blankly ahead, as if he hadn't woken up.

Lin Shu brushed his hair up and touched his forehead: "You don't have a cold, do you? You stayed outside for so long yesterday."

Yofasa's eyes slowly focused on Linshu's face: "Very sleepy..."

"Eat first, I'll take your temperature." Linshu found a thermometer and stuck it on Yofasa's forehead, "No fever."

Yofasa buried his head in breakfast with half-lidded eyelids. He didn't eat anything last night, so he ate all the breakfast prepared by Linshu on an empty stomach, and even dragged away the fried eggs from Linshu's plate.

"That belongs to Big Brother, Big Brother worked so hard..." Dylan, who was opposite him, objected softly, "Or you..."

Eat my share.

Before he could finish his sentence, Yofasha raised his eyelids and glanced at him, with "Don't bother me" clearly written on his face.

Yofasa's emotions are very simple. As long as his safety and interests are not involved, he hates it if he hates it, and he likes it if he likes it. Anyway, no matter how straightforward he is, he will not be beaten.

If he really meets someone who might beat him up, he will know the time.

Linshu stroked his forehead, pressed Yofasa's head down slightly, and told him to eat well: "Don't scare the children."

After breakfast, Yofasa was much more awake. Linshu measured Yofasa's heart rate and sent it to the doctors in the rebel army. He was relieved when he concluded that there was nothing wrong.

At this time, the sky was bright and the sun was just right, Linshu stood up and took Yofasa's shoulders, smoothed out his sleepy hair, and carefully combed it.

This was his favorite part of taking care of the emperor. Most people in the empire had blond hair and blue eyes, and Yofasa's hair color was particularly beautiful. The pure pale gold color even reflected the light, and it felt extraordinarily delicate and smooth to the touch.

Contrary to Dylan's imagination, he probably likes to do these troublesome things for Yofasha.

"What's the matter?" Feeling Linshu's hand stop, Yofasha looked up at him, frowned and thought for a moment, "Is it troublesome? It can be cut off."

He didn't want to grow long hair himself, but the council asked him to maintain the image of long hair, as if this would make the emperor look noble and holy.

Linshu lowered his head, his dark pupils reflected the emperor's overly handsome face, he tied up a lock of Yofasha's hair: "You can't cut it."

At this moment Linshu still thinks that what he appreciates is the emperor's exquisite face and his beautiful long hair, so he wants to hug him and care for him.

And not long after, when the things he was obsessed with changed, he still wanted to touch the dusty emperor.