Intelligence Bureau

I promise you my whole life, and you promise me that I will never leave.

For a whole week, Arnold found that since he was inexplicably unilaterally identified as missing an appointment, every time he talked to this man, he had to add the above sentence as a suffix...

Even if he doesn't talk to him, this sentence can still appear in his ears according to the rule of three meals a day.

Aside from that, someone's been a little high on thyroid lately, especially when it comes to causing trouble.At least from Arnold's point of view, it seemed that he couldn't help but torture him twice a day on average.

This man's words and deeds are simply challenging the limits of his endurance.

Like now.

"Leinart Costa." Arnold's voice contained deep forbearance, which was much more charming than usual, and it was the unique charm of a calm man.It's true that Arnold is a calm man, but such charms are rarely displayed.

Lennart thought, his interest lies in stimulating the allure of every cell in Arnold.

So following the task of collecting Arnold's emoticons, a new round of deeper exploration of Arnold began quietly.

"Madam, what instructions do you have?" The man in white who was sitting on the desk moved his butt left and right as he spoke, as if he was looking for a more comfortable touch point.

Arnold looked at the crumpled papers on the table that were either pressed by his butt or rubbed, resisting the urge to take out his handcuffs.It wasn't the first time this action had happened, but no matter how many times he tortured, someone would unswervingly occupy a place on this table.

Arnold, who was too lazy to torture, thought, unless he changed the object of torture into a table.

"Take these things away, I don't need them." With his back pressed against the hard wooden chair at right angles, Arnold clasped his fingers and put them on the edge of the table, coldly beckoning Leinart to remove all the colorful and dazzling things in front of him.

Originally, there were only a few dozen documents on the table legs on the spacious long desk, as well as necessary things such as pens, inks, papers and inkstones.Now someone used the paper as a cushion to sit under his buttocks, and he also hid the pen and ink behind his buttocks. The remaining three-quarters of the table were covered with various foods. At first glance, it can be called a visual feast. .

If it weren't for some unpleasant behavior by an unpleasant person, and doing the inappropriate thing at the inappropriate time, Arnold would be happy to enjoy the visual feast.

"Ah, as I said, if Mrs. Arnold said 'I don't need', 'Take away', 'Don't eat', 'Give you three seconds to disappear in front of me', 'Torture' and so on, I just defaulted to 'I want you to feed me~'." As he spoke, he picked up a plate of stir-fried spaghetti with beef fillet with black pepper, as if to confirm the true meaning of his words.

Arnold's eyes flashed.

Combined with the abnormal behavior in the past week, it is speculated on his new tricks.

Most of the memories are the scene before them. As long as they stay in the hotel, a certain man will cook himself and make such a table in front of him, forcing him to eat it with immeasurable rogue and shamelessness.

It must be admitted that the taste is impeccable.As early as in Italy, I knew this man's culinary skills.

However, even if it is a delicious food, it is not said that the Man-Han Quan Banquet is eaten five or six times a day.What is currently being staged is the third meal of the day, which is also the so-called afternoon tea in Lennart's mouth.

"I'm not hungry." Based on long-term experience, Arnold found that only ignoring can slightly suppress the speed at which the opponent refreshes his shame level.

After finishing speaking, Arnold stretched his hand over Lennart's waist, picked up a dozen documents, put them on his lap, and began to flip through them. The whole process went smoothly and abnormally, and Arnold was a little surprised.According to the usual experience, at this time, my hand should be intercepted halfway, and then after various fights, the knife and fork appeared in the palm of my hand...

Because unknowingly, there was an unspecified agreement between them. Within 10 minutes, the knife and fork will be in whose hand, who will settle the food on that table.

And Arnold will not admit that the reason for his repeated defeats is a problem of ability.This kind of competition is not so much a competition of combat power, it is better to say that it is a comparison of shame.That man's despicable tricks were kept firmly in Arnold's heart.

Like finger licking... (Arnold wouldn't say he was the one being licked!)

"It's okay, then eat it when Madam is hungry, and you must finish eating later~" Another unexpected answer, Arnold rang the alarm in his heart.But it was only for a moment that he denied that doubt. After all, in terms of early adopters, Leinart and himself are like-minded. After playing a trick for a week, they should get tired of it, and I think it is boring.

Thinking of this, Arnold nodded perfunctorily, ready to ignore others to the end, and concentrate on the documents.

There are not many situations where people are allowed to make trouble while working like this, but Arnold has no intention of pursuing too much with him.Because according to Lennart's character, it will only make people more noisy in the end, so he can't even think about working.It's better to go with him.Just like a child, when he is tired of playing and making too much noise, he will stop.

However, Arnold, who was tired of too much entanglement, obviously lacked consideration.He expected the first part but didn't expect the second part. He expected that Lennart would get tired of playing, but he didn't expect a new trick.

Of course, it is also possible that he expected it, but indulged him.

"Then let me taste the saltiness for my wife first~ Even if my husband eats every dish, my wife won't dislike eating all of it, right?" Holding a fork, Lennart I just stuffed my mouth full, and looked at Arnold with a smile while chewing.

"Lenate Costa!" Arnold looked up, the sharpness in his eyes was as sharp as the fork in his hand.

"Madam promised it herself~ so you must eat all of it~ Otherwise, what you will lose is the face of the Minister, Yunshou and the family~" Helplessly, the person on the opposite side has never been frightened. Fumian, curved eyebrows and smiling eyes.

"Tell me your purpose." Arnold restrained the rising anger, looked straight into those smiling dark brown eyes, looking for the answer.

It's time to stop this childish behavior.

"Don't Mrs. Arnold know? Can't guess at all? Really want to know? Shall I tell you? Really really want to know?"

Arnold stared at him silently, hoping that he could see the stupid self in his eyes, but even if Lennart saw the happy self smiling in those gray-blue eyes, he would not comment that much.Shouldn't this be childlike innocence?

"Actually, what's the purpose? It's just to let Mrs. Arnold remember it with her stomach, never leave her~"

Arnold was slightly stunned, and the words that appeared frequently recently flashed through his mind, [I promise you for the rest of my life, and you promise that I will never leave].

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