little angel chasing his wife

I turned my head and saw a strange man walking towards me. He was well dressed, with a dark gold silk-trimmed gown. Although he was not as gorgeous as Ymir, he was tall and handsome, with a typical appearance of an aristocrat. .

"You don't know me anymore?" He walked up to me with a smile on his face, "We used to play on the swing together when we were young, but you and Ymir don't like to play with others, so we rarely play together .”

Hearing what he said, I remembered that when my father was still there, he always let me and Imirdo get in touch with children of the same age, and I also used to play on swings and play house with children who lived close together.

But who it was I can't remember.

"I don't remember much about my childhood." I shrugged.

"That's right," he laughed heartily, and the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows made him look quite pleasing to the eye, "You are two years younger than me, I was five years old at that time, and you were only three years old, it's normal not to remember. "

That's right, before I was five years old, I only had memories of my father and Ymir.

He is a very talkative person, but for some reason, I always... feel weird.

"After that, my father moved to another place because of his job change. I didn't expect that we would meet after more than ten years. It seems that Hina is not as small as the teachers said." His tone was bright, and he stretched out his hand for I took a glass of champagne.

I took it, but I didn't intend to drink it on this occasion, so I played with it in my hand.

"It seems that you don't come to this kind of place often, do you? You don't talk to others."

"kindness."

"But Ymir seems to be very good at this kind of place, is this the first time he brought you here?"

"Not the first time, just not many."

"Don't you like talking to me?"

"kindness."

"Haha...that's really straightforward." He still smiled without any haze.

It really feels like a violation...

I watched him take a sip of champagne, put the cup in his hand close to his lips and pretended to sip it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and just happened to see Ymir's conspicuous bright golden hem at the edge of his field of vision.

"Eve," Ymir walked towards me, holding a good-looking strawberry fruit tart in his hand, with a small spoon inserted into the white cream, "Is it boring to wait?"

"Are you all right?" I took the fruit tart, dug a spoonful of it with a spoon, and put the strawberry in my mouth. It tasted as sweet and greasy as I remembered.

"You want to run away so soon?" He smiled and stretched out his hand to brush my hair, then turned to look at the noble young man, "Excuse me, are you?"

"Long time no see, Earl Ymir," the young man stretched out his hand, his smile was still refreshing, "Charles Brown used to be your neighbor."

"Oh, Charles, I think I've heard this name somewhere," Ymir began to smirk again, "Maybe it was a tea party or a certain meeting."

"The earl has a lot of things to do every day, so of course he won't remember my small role," Charles smiled a little shyly this time, "I was only recently promoted to viscount."

His smile made me look at it for a long time. When he noticed my gaze, he blushed a little, and looked at me, "That... Eve, is there something on my face?"

"Sorry," I looked down at the fruit tart that I was about to finish eating, "I just think you look like an acquaintance of mine when you smile."

That acquaintance is Alan.

"Is it someone with a good relationship?" Charles looked curious.

"No, it's a bad relationship," I shook my head. "We fell out."

"I'm sorry..." His expression looked a little helpless.

"this is not your fault."

I then left the room for conversation to Charles and Ymir, and got down to killing what little strawberry tart I had left, and as I finished my last bite, Charles bid us farewell.

The taste of the fruit tart is still good. When I got home, I was still thinking about whether to study the practice of the fruit tart.

"Tomorrow, the Survey Corps will send someone to look for you." Ymir handed the coat to the old butler, wearing a slim white shirt, and sat on the sofa with me, "You just work, they just come to hand over to you Ellen's daily itinerary."

At the end of his talk, I couldn't help but feel a little funny.

This kind of thing does not need to be handed over at all. After those three months, I learned most of Alan's general itinerary. The most important thing is to ensure that Alan's news is under my control at any time, or that he can be at any time. under my nose.

But I don't think he wants to stay with me. After all, he tried to stay outside except sleeping when we got married.

Thinking about it this way, I feel bored about tomorrow, because there are troublesome things again, but it is necessary to be energetic, and I still fall asleep on time as before.

The next day I went to the Law Enforcement Department as usual, and the members were as busy as before, and occasionally there would be some flying objects. If it happened to be on my head, I would take it over to have a look and pass it to him. When I got to my seat, After a while Sophie or Derek would come and ask me to approve the documents.

Since I returned to the Law Enforcement Department, the regulations have become more and more detailed, and the scope has become larger and larger. After a layer of hidden taboos were broken, everything appeared under my nose, and sometimes I couldn't help it Hold on to the document and look at it a little longer, but it will still be stamped.

After all, this is what Ymir wants. Even I created this law enforcement department because of Ymir's intention. I have always disliked matters involving politics, and now I am just helping Ymir.

Maybe Ymir is not always right and he makes mistakes too, but all I can do is accommodate him.

"Minister?" Derek was standing next to me when he regained his senses, the stubble on his face was clearly visible, "Didn't you get enough sleep last night? It's rare to see you in a trance."

I looked at this guy's big face for a while, and finally couldn't help pushing him back with my palm against his chin, "Don't put your face so close, it looks like a pervert."

"Minister, you are hurtful..." He kept his head up and said sullenly.

"Then I apologize to you," I rolled my eyes, let go of my hand, and waved to him, "Go back to work quickly."

"Minister! Someone is looking for it!" A member near the door bared half of his head and shouted at me, "It's from the Survey Corps!"

"Let them wait for a while!" I wrote a few words on the document in front of me without looking up, then stamped it, handed the document to Dominic who was waiting by the side, and then got up and walked outside .

"I still have work, I have to finish what I have to go back soon..." I turned around the corner of the door, halfway through my words, I couldn't continue when I saw two people waiting at the door.

The people standing at the door were indeed members of the Survey Corps, but one of them was Allen.

"That... I didn't know you were busy," Alan was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry to disturb you."

The young man next to him with a chiseled face and clean sideburns suddenly poked Alan with his elbow with a strange smile, and Alan immediately turned his head and gave him a hard look.

"What are you doing, horse face?"

"It's nothing..." The young man whom Allen called "horse face" looked unpredictable, "I just think you're really lucky, kid."

I:"……"

It was only then that Alan realized that he seemed to have ignored me, and hurriedly introduced the young man next to him, "This is Jean Kirchstein, my contemporary," he smiled and patted the young man's shoulder with one hand, "Nickname It's 'Horse Face', and although he has a bit of a bad temper, he's still a nice guy."

"You, a guy who is in a hurry to die, still say that I have a bad temper?" Jean exaggerated.

Me: "... can we start the topic?"

"On topic?" Alan didn't react a little, but the guy next to him pushed him over.

"The point is," he smiled and showed his white teeth, "I have completed the task of sending this guy over, and I will leave it to Miss Eve."

Then Jean slipped away, so fast that I wondered if his nickname "Horse Face" had something to do with his horse-like speed.

Then the topic is over, and I really didn't waste my time.

But I was face to face with the young man in front of me, and no one said a word.

This is the first time we have been alone since our divorce, and there was at least a third person to adjust the atmosphere before.

"How about," I finally had to be the first to speak, after all, there is work, "you come in first and wait for me to finish the work?"

"En." He responded quickly and nodded his head very hard, looking very obedient.

...Does that mean it will never disturb my work?

I opened the door and took him in, and the place I walked by was instantly quiet.

"Minister!" Sophie trotted over when I sat down, carrying a chair, "Do you need this?" She said and looked at Alan who was standing aside.

"Thank you." Allen took the chair and thanked him very politely.

"You're welcome, after all, you are the first man brought back by our minister." Sophie's tone was very serious.

Then her serious voice lingered above the room of the Law Enforcement Department for a long time, and the sound of the quilt being broken, the sound of water pouring down, and wailing were heard one after another.

But Sophie obviously didn't realize what she had done, "Minister, I'm going back to work."

"Go, don't come here if you have nothing to do." I browsed through the documents in my hand with a somewhat stiff face.

"Yes!"

In the future, when looking for employees, we need to find smarter ones...

I secretly made a decision.

In this way, I reviewed the documents, and Alan was sitting not far away. Occasionally, the passing staff would glance at him, and then glance again...

"The eyeballs are about to fall out." I raised my head and said coolly to the passing female member, and the female member immediately left with a blushing face.

Then I turned to look at Alan, and Alan turned to look at me.

"...It seems that I'm not the only one who thinks you're handsome." I looked into his emerald eyes full of energy, and honestly said what was in my heart.

"Ah...thank you..." He turned his head a little uncomfortably.

"You can go talk to other people," I continued, looking down, "I know you don't feel good around me."

"Why do you feel bad?" He even asked me back.

Isn't this obvious?

"Because of experience."