Two hours later, Prince Uta arrived first, and was personally received by Melson, who was in a very good state of mind. During the whole process, the prime minister seemed to be in a very good mood, as if he had directly talked with the marshal about collapse at the meeting. Really just hearsay.
Prince Uta, who arrived first, swept Melson's face up and down with his bright red eyes, which symbolized his noble status, with a half-smile, "Thank you, Mr. Melson."
When he said this, the eyebrows of Kasai, who was standing not far from Melson, kept shaking. It was just that he was required to wear a wig now, and his long bangs blocked his eyebrows, otherwise If so, his facial expression at this moment must be quite eye-catching.
Regarding this point, Kasai resolutely refused to admit it because his quality as a bodyguard was not high enough. You know, he has met many leaders of other countries or regions with the marshal before. Although this is the first time he participated in such an occasion with Melson, Kasai always thought that it would be similar to the past, and he never expected it. This experience will directly open the door to his new world.
And the door to this new world is that, as a bodyguard who should have reduced his presence to the extreme, he was actually asked to transform! makeup!
I painted my eyebrows, face, blush and eyeshadow. In short, standing in front of the mirror, Kasai always felt that he might not be able to recognize his ghostly appearance now. He couldn't even see the pores on his face. What a man.
The worst thing is, before coming, that slutty makeup artist asked him not to scratch his face, not to scratch his itch, and not to rub his eyes. In short, any movement related to his face was strictly prohibited.
Kasai, who was putting on makeup for the first time, felt uncomfortable. In order to maintain his super high quality as a bodyguard and cherish this rare non-civilian job, he forced himself to look away. Only then did he realize that the prince in front of him seemed a little look familiar.
I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.
Just when Kasai had this thought in his mind, Melson also gave Prince Uta a standard official smile, "Your Highness is very polite."
"I'm new here." Prince Uta glanced at the men in normal clothes behind Melson. They declared that they were just secretaries, and they looked friendly. The prince sneered in his heart, thinking that Assyrians are always cautious Among the "secretaries" of politicians like this, even the most inconspicuous ones cannot let down their vigilance.
His gaze flicked back and forth on those people, and when it was over, the prince withdrew his gaze, looked at Melson again, and completed the sentence just now, "Is there anything wrong or inconsistent with your country's etiquette?" I would like to ask Mr. Melson to give more pointers."
It's just a polite talk, just a scene talk.
However, Melson narrowed his eyes and smiled at the prince, "It's really a little bit."
What he said was not serious at all, and his half-joking tone made it easy for people to think that he would throw some humor to warm up the scene later. That's what Prince Uta thought, so he looked at Melson with a face of good quality and perfect etiquette, as if he was waiting for the next article.
"In our country, most people don't know my name." Melson said with a smile.
Before Prince Uta could speak, Melson added, "Melson is my name, if you call me directly, it's too intimate."
When Melson said the last five words, his smile disappeared, and the corners of his lips were slightly curled. The elongated ending sound made the words meaningful.
Kasai stood beside him, listening to the long ending, trembling all over his body, unable to hold it back, he stretched out his hand and scratched his face.
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Prince Uta and the envoys arrived in batches. I don't know who thought of this schedule. Anyway, after Feite knew about it, he wanted to scold his mother very much.
As an earl, Feite was born in the most prominent family in Assyria. He never had to worry about food and clothing since he was a child. Three imperial prime ministers went abroad in his family. His own brother is also the contemporary leader of the Assyrian House of Representatives. It can be said that his life was quite happy since he was a child. However, recently, Feite received a piece of news that was almost bad news for him.
He's going to meet the upcoming captain of Utah's bodyguard.
How bad is the news? Anyway, those who followed Fett, Myerson's assistant, could still hear Fett cursing until they were only twenty-five steps away from the guard captain.
"Young master." The assistant twitched his eyebrows, "The Uta people's hearing is no worse than that of the Syrian people."
"I don't care about him." Feite was feeling irritable, "It's not as good as our hearing after so much growth, so go back and cut off all the sharp points."
The assistant felt a little pain in both ears.
"Huh." Fate's footsteps were a little irritable, and he looked completely different from the previous Melson who was easy to deal with, with a very bad temper.
However, after walking a few steps closer, Fate suddenly asked softly, "Do you think he looks familiar?"
He was referring to the captain of the guard who was only ten steps away from him.
The assistant really wanted to remind Feite that the distance between the two of them was not far away, but he also knew that if he didn't respond to this topic, Feite might ask him this question thousands of times. keep asking.
With such a personality that completely disregards diplomatic qualities, he simply doesn't understand why Mr. Fei Te was asked to do this at the beginning, and he can just change the House of Representatives by himself.
While thinking about it, the assistant whispered helplessly, "I saw it in the Prime Minister's video conference before."
"I didn't mean that." Fate frowned, "I mean it was on the Internet recently... it should be on the Internet, or in a nightclub? Anyway, I seem to have seen this face before, and it looks familiar."
assistant:…
The captain of the guard who holds a lot of military power in Uta, second only to the Uta royal family, and... the nightclub in Assyria, no matter how you look at it, they can't be equated, right
Seeing that the captain of the guards was getting closer and closer, the assistant turned serious, "Young master, sir said that if you do well this time, he will buy back the latest b-1 suspension vehicle you want …”
"Really?" Feite's face straightened, full of excitement.
The assistant looked at Feite who had finally come down seriously, and silently breathed a sigh of relief, but before he finished his relief, he heard Feite suddenly asked.
"You said, did they really just come to Assyria?" Feite said suddenly, looking at the appearance of the guard captain.
"... huh?" The assistant was taken aback.
Feite raised his eyebrows, "I always feel that they were in Assyria before."
The assistant paused, and it was the first time he had seen Feite look so serious. Thinking about how he had received an elite education since he was a child, and he was also the younger brother of the same father and mother of the current Prime Minister, he couldn't help but be serious, "Why do you see it?" Like A person like Fei Te may really have some great wisdom and foolishness...
"The intuition of the beast." Feite picked his chin.
Shit.
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At the same time, in a tea restaurant on the second floor of the capital's largest shuttle airport, two people sat side by side.
"Speaking bluntly." Wen Jin looked at DeWitt who was sitting opposite him, and suddenly thought of a new vocabulary that he had just learned on the Internet recently.
"Huh?" DeWitt stared at Feite outside the glass window for a while.
"Didn't you just say that you don't care, what are you doing here again?" Wen Jin yawned, and gave him a sideways glance with some distaste, "You haven't slept for a long time, and you still have time to worry about it."
"Are you sleepy?" DeWitt patted Wen Jin's hand.
"I'm not sleepy at first, this place is too warm." And just after eating something, Wen Jin moved her neck and looked downstairs, "Are they leaving?" He and DeWitt were already sitting here It's been a long time since Melson came to sit.
"Hmm." DeWitt responded, "Do you think these two people look familiar?"
"It smells familiar." Wen Jin said, wiggling her nose, "Do you see it?"
"Because the previous appearance has been changed," DeWitt said lightly, leaning on the chair.
Wen Jin looked at him curiously, "You can see the change in appearance?" After that, if he tried to change his appearance, wouldn't it be easy for him to be spotted
DeWitt seemed to have something to say at first, but was stopped by Wen Jin's sudden sentence, and his eyes looked over, and he saw through the worries in Wen Jin's mind at once.
Thinking about the fact that the little fox can become a human or a fox, and has all kinds of space magic tools around him, it doesn't seem very unusual to change his face one day.
but…
Thinking about how the little guy would easily blush after being teased twice casually, and still refused to admit it, Devitt had a smile in his eyes, "If you want to change, I can recognize it."
"Really?" Wen Jin's eyes were eager to try.
"Really." DeWitt laughed.
Wen Jin looked at DeWitt with a smile, thinking about several bad ideas over and over in her mind, and finally leaned back on the chair and opened the terminal, deciding to play online.
The last time he read the news on the Internet was more than two hours ago. At that time, the matter of the title deed beast was still being discussed on the interstellar network, but now, when Wen Jin climbed up again, he found that it was completely discussing this visit of the Utta people. thing.
"Huh?" Wen Jin looked at the yelling and cursing of the Utta people on the Internet, and the fact that the current House of Representatives agreed to form an alliance with the Uta people, and the news was released just now, and the deed beast he had clearly seen before. There was no trace of the matter, and he couldn't help showing a little suspicion on his face, "How did it become like this?"
"Huh?" DeWitt shot him a look. "What?"
"That's not what was discussed above." Wen Jin asked curiously. He also wanted to see the results of those disputes about the beast, or see if there was any official response. Why did he suddenly Became like this
"About the deed beast?" DeWitt took a quick glance and understood what Wen Jin was talking about, "The news was suppressed."
"... Can this be suppressed?" Wen Jin felt amazing, thinking that people's mouths are free, how come to this place, discussion or non-discussion can be controlled, "Who suppressed it? You? The House of Representatives ?”
DeWitt shook his head, "Not at all, it was the one who made the news before."
Let go and press yourself
Wen Jin felt that this kind of behavior couldn't be more neurotic, but then she thought about what DeWitt had just told him before, and looked at the current scolding on the Internet, and suddenly thought of something.
This is what DeWitt told him, and he believes in DeWitt, but even so, he thinks this kind of behavior is very neurotic, so if an ordinary person suddenly remembers that he was silent before after scolding this incident, it is about the deed beast things.
What would they think then
Wen Jin frowned, and continued to read the comments on the Internet, and found that a large part of them were scolding Melson, and even some bad deeds of Feite were dug out and linked up in a row. One comment after another said it was going to die. And after that, there were rumors that DeWitt and Melson had quarreled over this matter, and even listed such doubts as DeWitt did not participate in various meetings since his return, and did not even go to see each other.
Under that comment, several netizens followed suit calling on DeWitt to stand up and uphold justice.
"Did you really quarrel?" Wen Jin frowned, "I just saw Kasai next to Melson." DeWitt himself said before that there was no quarrel, and he said it directly to Wen Jin, but After reading the comments on the Internet, Wen Jin couldn't help asking a second time.
He really saw Kasai. Although the other party's appearance became a bit nasty, his taste did not change.
"No." DeWitt shook his head.
"It's someone else's news?" Wen Jin suddenly felt that the world seemed to be more complicated than he imagined. The news was released one by one, and he was so close to DeWitt that he almost couldn't tell the truth from the fake. "You guys are too weird, why can everything be controlled by others... can't you think of a way?"
"It's not someone else, it was Melson who sent the news," DeWitt touched Wen Jin's head and smiled at him.
Wen Jin still looked puzzled, thinking that now the entire interstellar network is scolding Melson and Fei Te, why would he release such fake news by himself at this time? Could it be that he likes being scolded
"The wind direction will change soon, don't worry, I haven't slept for so long?" DeWitt seemed to see through Wen Jin's thoughts, stretched out his hand and squeezed his fingers, "If you want to see, you can read more. "
When DeWitt pinched Wen Jin's fingers, the movement was obviously very light, but Wen Jin always felt a little itchy, so he subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but halfway through, DeWitt caught it.
Facing the blue eyes of the other party, Wen Jin struggled with her fingers for a while, and finally, when she saw a group of strangers passing behind DeWitt, she forcibly pulled her hand back.
DeWitt looked at Wen Jin's withdrawn hand, paused for a while, and unexpectedly did not continue to reach out to pull Wen Jin, but sighed softly, "You sit first, I'll go out for a while."
Wen Jin was taken aback for a moment, with a dazed expression. Every time DeWitt touched him outside, he would refuse, and every time he refused, DeWitt would continue to lean forward, and Wen Jin almost got into the habit of going back and forth like this.
It was the first time he had seen DeWitt walk away like this.
Wen Jin remembers clearly that when he was in the office before, DeWitt was still in a good mood, smiling at himself, the emotion in his eyes was almost enough for him to soak in a warm hot spring, that's why he... remembered himself Nodding at that moment, the temperature on Wen Jin's face rose, but thinking of DeWitt's reaction just now, his complexion became stiff again.
After thinking about it, Wen Jin finally reached out and opened the light screen, and found the forum where he had posted before.
At that time, he said that his pets always liked not to wear clothes, and he got a lot of replies, and interacted with many resident netizens, so now, he is a slightly familiar id in the forum, and Wen Jin He is a veteran Internet addict, he likes to gossip and gossip in other people's posts when he has nothing to do, and occasionally replies. After a while, he has raised a lot of little sisters who are not bad. Sometimes people will come to recognize their relatives in the comments .
Wen Jin felt that the suggestions given by these people were quite pertinent, and the tone of their speech was very gentle, so he knocked out the question that had just flashed in his mind without thinking about it.
My pet always likes to touch me outside, seems angry if I don't let him touch me
It was just before noon, and the number of people surfing the forum was not small. Not long after, a row of replies appeared below Wen Jin.
"Hhhlz is here again, is it the pet with no clothes from last time?"
"Is it the pet that didn't wear clothes last time? +123333, I thought lz really wanted to ask a question, but now I look at it, I just want to spread dog food, bad review~"
"Hahaha typo, lz is here again. If pets like pets, the owner can't help but want to touch them. If lz also likes his own pets, the interaction will be better, hehe."
interactive? How to interact
Wen Jin looked at this comment, and such a question flashed in his mind, so he just asked, and got a reply from the other party not long after he sent it.
"However your pet rubs against you, you just go back. Has he ever told you that he likes you?"
Wen Jin's complexion became hot, and she wanted to say it, and said it several times. However, his fingers hesitated on the light screen for a long time, and he didn't have the nerve to type this sentence, so he silently replied with an ellipsis.
I don't know if his ellipsis is particularly magical. He clearly wanted to avoid the topic, but the other party guessed the answer every once in a while.
"Hahaha, it looks like I said it before. It's obvious that lz cares about pets so much. I wish lz and his pets will get better and better. By the way, let's go back to the topic: pets always interact one-sidedly. If lz doesn't respond , should not be angry, but sad."
Wen Jin paused when she saw this comment.
At this moment, DeWitt, who came back from the bathroom, walked up to Wen Jin, "Do you still want to eat?"
Wen Jin, who quickly turned off the pink interface, glanced at him uncomfortably, then shook her head.
At a glance, DeWitt could see Wen Jin's concealment, and the familiar pink and tender forum interface. After thinking for such a long time, this little guy actually wants to avoid him when he visits a forum. He can't help but feel helpless, and subconsciously wants to reach out and touch the other person's forehead.
He was never a person who liked to have too much close contact with anyone in the past, but after meeting Wen Jin, this instinct to keep a distance from others was broken, just like a patient with advanced skin hunger, I can't wait to get tired of being with Wen Jin every day, I can't touch him enough.
However, thinking of Wen Jin's resistance to his touch outside several times recently, DeWitt didn't know what he was thinking, and silently withdrew this action.
"Let's go." DeWitt withdrew his hand, hung down very naturally, and picked up the clothes on the back chair.
However, Wen Jin, who had clearly noticed DeWitt's hand stretching and retracting, looked dull for a moment, not used to DeWitt's current state, "... huh?"
"Do you still want to eat?" Hearing Wen Jin's hesitant reaction, DeWitt turned his head and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
It's not that he wants to eat, he has eaten so much just now, and he is not a pig.
Wen Jin frowned, swallowed the words, touched the tip of his nose a little depressed, "Let's go."
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On the way home, DeWitt sat in the front row of the suspension car, while Wen Jin deliberately sat in the back row in order to express her depression.
The suspension car does not need to be controlled by humans. Wen Jin knew this, so he thought that when he was sitting in the back row, the little tail would continue to come to the back row like in the past, but DeWitt just turned his head from the front row. Without even meeting Wen Jin's vaguely expectant eyes, he silently started the hover car.
It wasn't until the suspension car started that Wen Jin came back to his senses, and he felt a little flustered at the moment. When he stayed with DeWitt, it was always the latter who took the initiative. This was the first time that the other party stopped in place.
Wen Jin pinched the hem of the clothes uncomfortably with one hand, the whole fox looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, and after a long time, she quietly raised her head and glanced in DeWitt's direction.