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This day's experience was like a dream to Wen Sen.

Until he got home and lay on the weak big bed, Wen Sen could not stop recalling the events of the evening in his mind.

For a long time to come, the lingering peach blossom aroma lingered at the tip of his nose.

He can't remember how he got home at night, nor can he remember the tasteless dishes at dinner.

It doesn't mean that the cook is out of order, it's that Wen Sen's own sense of taste has a problem.

Lying in the bedroom and staring at him all night, Wen Sen got up the next day, and after making sure that there was no urgent work today, he issued a leave note for himself.

Wen Sen opened his optical brain friend page and carefully read it from top to bottom.

He had no one to turn to for help.

Then, he dialed the communication of Assistant Mr. Anthony.

He thought that he might need the help of this gentleman who is proficient in "love".

The place where the two met was the Medical Research Institute. Recently, Elena's research seemed to be at a critical juncture. They hadn't been out of the Medical Research Institute for a long time.

Anthony did not expect that Wen Sen would contact him proactively, and was very pleasantly surprised when he received the communication, and was also very curious about what Wen Sen said "some questions I want to consult".

He arrived at the appointed cafe 10 minutes earlier, but he didn't expect to see Wen Sen sitting in the corner as soon as he entered.

"Mr. Anthony, good morning." Wen Sen called the waiter and ordered a cup of black coffee without sugar for Anthony.

"Thank you." Anthony sat down, "I don't know what, let Commander Wen, a busy man, have time to ask me to meet?"

In fact, there is no need to ask, Anthony also has guesses.

Vinson's answer only confirmed that guess.

"You said you kissed His Highness yesterday?!" Anthony's voice was only angry, but his expression seemed to be roaring.

If he hadn't been sitting opposite him, Wen Sen would have looked at him with a blushing face and a thick neck, and he would be completely different from the usual gentle scum.

"No, that was an accident, and I'm not sure if it's..." The soft touch resurfaced again, and Wen Sen didn't see anything rubbing against the corner of his mouth.

But out of the intuition of the crush, he just knew that what he touched was His Highness's lips.

"Okay, you don't need to explain, I already understand." Anthony held the coffee cup in front of him with both hands, "You kissed His Highness, and then ran away."

One sentence summary, clean and neat, very in place.

Wen Sen nodded with a stiff neck.

It was true, no matter how much he denied it, it was true.

He belittled His Highness, even if that was not his intention.

He chose to escape in a panic.

"Well, my suggestion is that you go back and 'plead guilty', maybe you can get a happy death." Anthony felt a dull pain in his knee when he spoke.

The person who was kicked out of bed and punished to kneel down on the durian because of a wrong sentence last night, where did he get the courage to be an emotional mentor for others?

Because he has a wife?

Perhaps it was the fact of having a wife that gave Anthony confidence, so he pulled Wen Sen to analyze His Highness's "mood".

Wen Sen felt something was wrong when he heard it, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong, so he could only continue to remain silent.

These two people really dare to say, and the other dare to believe.

When Wen Sen came out of the coffee shop, he glanced at the sky in the direction of the scientific research institute with a dazed expression.

Mr. Anthony said that His Royal Highness has lived by the rules since he was a child, so he likes people who don't follow the rules, just like Miss Elena was also moved by his humor.

Obviously, after hearing this suggestion, Vinson forgot to ask how many times Anthony had been smashed by Miss Elena for copying the laboratory because of his "funny humor".

After leaving the scientific research institute, Wen Sen used the manual driving function of the vehicle to drive all the way from the scientific research institute to the military headquarters.

He really likes the feeling of holding the steering wheel.

It will be a more enjoyable experience if you can step on the accelerator and feel the scenery on both sides reverse rapidly.

It's a pity that Wen Sen couldn't, since he left the dark alley, his identity was Zongzheng and Jinwei, and every word and deed represented Zongzheng and face.

Drag racing, which is stepping on the bottom line and frantically probing, is undoubtedly discrediting Zongzhenghe, and Wen Sen will never try things that are not good for Zongzhenghe.

However, now Wen Sen felt that his heart was beating faster than that of drag racing.

As long as he thinks about the things in his mind, he feels that his whole body is going to fly.

Mr. Anthony is really a treasure. I didn't expect to collect such "films".

However, what Mr. Anthony said makes sense. He can...he can pretend to send these things to His Highness to test His Highness's reaction.

However, before sending it to His Highness, he may have to notify Miss Elena first.

I don't know if Miss Elena knows that Mr. Anthony has a hobby of collecting movies.