This is the first time Naren has visited the Linton community in so many years. The location of the community is relatively remote, but the advantage is the beautiful environment, the buildings are far apart, and the privacy of the residents can be greatly protected.
I have been colleagues for many years, at least I have a general understanding of each other's residences, and it is only a matter of communication to find the exact location. Therefore, when Nalen stopped in front of a small single-family villa, he was already sure in his heart that this was Sells' private residence.
The villa is not big, only two floors high. Strictly speaking, it does not match the identity of the owner, but for a single, unmarried young man living alone, it is enough.
Through the white fence, Nalen caught a glimpse of several sports cars parked in the garage in the backyard, and a dark light flashed in his eyes—even if he only glimpsed a corner, it was enough for him to deduce the origin of those cars—the latest weight car launched by the Richer family. grade style.
The son of a sports car titan has a life to envy.
Naren withdrew his eyes, clicked on the lock plate, and entered the password with his fingers. Soon, with a soft "click", the door opened.
As soon as you enter it is the entrance. He hesitated for a moment, bent down to choose a pair of cotton slippers, changed the dusty leather boots, and walked slowly inside.
There are not many furnishings in Sells's house. Except for some essential daily necessities, the rest are probably the decorations included in the refined decoration package.
A few dark coats were placed randomly on the sofa in the living room, and a plate of food scraps was placed on the coffee table. Traces of life belonging to Sells are everywhere.
All kinds of clues faintly reveal the unknown side behind this glamorous imperial idol.
Naren looked around curiously, and noticed the wooden stairs not far away, hesitating whether to raise his voice to speak to someone. But it was rude for him to shout.
In the end, he frowned, removed the suspicious socks on the sofa, and decided to sit on the empty seat and wait for the owner to come out to greet him.
Sells checked the mirror again and again, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he left the room. When he stepped down the stairs, he had already seen the figure in the living room, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl upwards. He touched the watch on his hand and quickened his pace.
"Honey, you're here."
The rising end sound seems to be spinning.
Marshal Sellers Mount, who was well-dressed enough to be able to attend Congress immediately and speak in front of the whole country, exuded strong hormones all over his body.
Nalen straightened his waist and nodded slightly: "I happen to be dealing with things nearby, so stop by and have a look."
Sells pulled his tie naturally—Mrs. Richer once said that the way a man pulls his tie is fascinating—and when he was about to sit next to him, his eyes narrowed.
Pilled unwashed socks, days-old food, and cluttered coats…
"Ahem." The marshal, who was too obsessed with grooming himself and neglected other important factors, started the topic with a guilty conscience: "Is this place okay?"
Nalen said politely: "The environment is good."
Sells: "I chose to move here because of its environment."
Nalen recalled something: "It seems like three years ago, you moved out of the Monte house, and it is said that a dinner was held for this?"
Sayers sat nimbly on the socks, next to Nalen, and said, "It's not a dinner party, it's just a meeting among acquaintances."
The sudden closeness made Naren a little uncomfortable: "Really? I remember going to a lot of people."
In addition to the dozen or so invitations sent out, Sells allowed each invitation to bring a partner.
Sells was helpless: "That group of guys..." Most of the people he invited were around his age, and they were basically single. Assholes, a chance to make a future "mate".
The young ladies who did not receive the invitation letter really boiled, and those bachelors who had the invitation letter ushered in the most ardent and extensive attention in their lives.
Although they are here for Searles, the opportunity to get acquainted is not important, the key is the acquaintance afterwards, isn't it
At that time, the relationship between Naren and him was still not good, so naturally he didn't receive the invitation letter, and he didn't plan to join in the fun, but he couldn't hold back the big noise, and the imperial capital was talking about the invitation letter for a long time.
Naren was a little speechless after hearing Searles' explanation. He never expected that such a deep scheming was hidden behind an invitation letter.
The marshal felt a sense of urgency.
I always feel that the past of "the two have a bad relationship" will become a historical issue, and I will come out and jump a few times from time to time in the future-you must know that the most impressive feature of Prince Chalvet is "restraint".
Sells asked in a low voice, "Let me show you around?" The group of guys from a few years ago were the guests, and now the belated host is the most important thing.
Nalen: "...it's almost dinner time."
Sells turned to think about some good-tasting stores nearby. In the end, he handed over the choice and asked, "Where do you want to go?"
Naren lowered his eyelids, pursed his lips and said nothing.
For a moment, Sells felt as if his heart was being scratched by a soft cat pad, and he had no resistance to his appearance: "Are you going for a ride? There are a few new cars in the garage. We can order a meal first and take a ride for a while." Go on."
Nalen asked in a deep voice, "Sells, don't you feel it?"
Sells was taken aback: "What?"
Naren: "We're playing house right now."
Sells: "…"
Nalen tentatively asked: "We were together last night, weren't we?"
Sells nodded quickly: "Of course!"
"That's good." Naren said with an academically serious and rigorous expression, "Sit up straight first."
Hearing this, the marshal, who had already tilted his body involuntarily for a long time while speaking, could only sit up straight.
"Naron, I..."
With a heavy shoulder, the powerful and agile Asha God of War was easily suppressed against the back of the sofa before he could finish speaking. And a certain sneak attacker, maintaining the movement of restraining the person, stared intently for a few seconds.
In the past few seconds, at least a dozen ways to escape and counter-suppress flashed in Sells' mind, but he just relaxed his body and stared at the other party with gentle eyes.
Naren bent down and slowly moved closer.
The clear male fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, and he was slightly surprised: "Derante?"
Sells touched his neck carefully: "Well, when you were on Langton Street, you smelled."
Nalen: "..." How much stupid did he do to cover that up
Naren waved away the troublesome hand on the back of his neck: "Don't move around."
Sels withdrew his hand obediently and sighed.
Then he said in a coaxing tone: "Baby, maintain this posture, and kiss me by the way."
Naren rolled his gray-green eyes, his face darkened.
Just when Sells felt melancholy, he heard Naren say:
"Oh, smelling the perfume is just by the way."
As soon as the words fell, the Imperial Marshal felt his lips soften, and lost his voice instantly.
The curly-haired young man with a serious expression aimed at the lips of the person below him seriously, and printed a soft kiss.
Seers' eyes darkened, and he restrained himself from turning over immediately to regain the initiative. His back was pressed against the soft sofa, and those gray-green eyes looked straight at him, with a serious look hidden in them.
Sells lost his mind.
Every time he felt that he had figured out Nalen Sharvi, the other party would always do something that surprised him again.
Sometimes he has a very thin skin, but whenever he finds any signs of humiliating his self-esteem, he will instantly mobilize a very high sense of attack or protection; but sometimes it is not the case.
In the earliest time, Nalen, wearing a bearded appearance, made a warm and affectionate confession to him in public in order to get rid of the suspicion; the most recent time, he continued to pretend to sleep in order to protect his face the night before, and had a showdown Immediately afterwards, he expressed intimacy to himself.
It seemed that Naren could always do something that challenged his self-esteem and endured his shame as long as he faced Sayers.
Just like now, if His Royal Highness is in a sane state, it is difficult to initiate a kiss. He attributed all the strangeness towards Sayers to a strong sense of awkwardness, and felt that it would be a shame to put down his body to pursue a former rival.
But the fact is—
The gray-green eyes slowly closed, seeming to enjoy such intimacy.
Sells couldn't help but think of one possibility—maybe Naren fell in love with him long ago.
Otherwise, he couldn't find any other tenable reason for a person with strong self-esteem to do this.
Speaking of which, in the process of officially pursuing Naren, he didn't spend much effort. Except for the recent night attack, there was only a confession last night, and it seemed that it was not difficult to impress this picky prince.
Even, it is too simple.
But if, in the state where Nalen has already developed feelings for him in his subconscious, he is playing two roles, and he is being judged, trying his best to cover up everything, it is really... awkward to the extreme.
Sells: "…"
Clutching the back of his slender neck, a glint of light flashed in his dark eyes. Just as he was about to turn the guest into the main, Naren stepped back first.
"Is there any takeaway here?" The prince turned his face away a little uncomfortably, and asked calmly with his red ears, "Go out after eating... for a drive."
Sells didn't move, and watched quietly for dozens of seconds. It wasn't until Nalen became nervous that he rushed forward and hugged him into his arms, rubbing against him, and then ruthlessly stroked the little curly hair at the end of his hair.
After he regained his breathing, the marshal who was dazed by the poke finally opened the terminal and started ordering food seriously.
Nalen: "???"
Chapter 84 [Just Trying] Sells fully demonstrated his lair.
Nalen spent most of the morning thinking about his relationship with Sells. Although the beginning was not satisfactory, he also discovered that he did not reject the other party's touch.
If Sells teased him and didn't let Doni go, Naren confirmed that he would stay away from Sells and would never let him get close again in his life.
When it comes to feelings, the man in the Sharvi family is never half-hearted, and it is impossible for him to tolerate an unfaithful person as a partner.
Simply Sells didn't step on two boats, and he looked obedient in front of him really well.
Nalen decided to... give it a try.
Um. just try.
He emphasized in his heart.
Sells quickly ordered the food, and pulled Naren to show him around the villa. What is there to see in a bachelor house with only two floors
The prince patiently was dragged to the bedroom on the second floor.
"Is it okay?" Sells asked this question every time he entered a room.
He is not an interior designer, why ask this
Nalen had to politely say that it was fine, fine, and looked comfortable.
Then Sells would smile happily.
This is really strange.
Nalen suddenly noticed a familiar coat on the pillow with sharp eyes. After a while, he realized that it was the clothes that Sells went to his room to change after the bug attack on Shell Street.
-is his.
As early as when he lent the clothes out, he had no intention of the other party returning them back. Now seeing his clothes stretched out on the other party's pillow, he fell into entanglement.
Sells didn't notice the problem.
Naren didn't take the initiative to ask. Does he not know what other people's dates are like? The ones on the star network are not counted, and there is always a big distance between the network and reality. But it wasn't his original intention to visit Sells' house.
There are not many rooms on the second floor of Sells, except for the master bedroom and study room, there is also a huge fitness room.
The owner of the house pressed the switch, and the pure white ceiling began to move to both sides, revealing the clear blue sky outside the house, and the sunlight poured down, illuminating the room with a golden halo.
Naren: "..."
In the end, Sells showed his lair to the full. The way he leads the way is like a lion showing off its territory.
When the two came down from upstairs, the doorbell rang at the right time.
"Lunch should be here." Sayers guessed, "I'll be back soon."
The food delivery robot was already waiting outside. After Sells entered the designated meal pick-up code, the robot's eyes flickered, and the "belly" opened in the next second, and a beautifully packaged food box was sent out.
"The couple meal you purchased has been delivered, I wish you a pleasant meal."
Mrs. Vida, who happened to be passing by the road, suddenly pricked up her ears, and saw the handsome neighbor boy entering the house with a bright red food box and a happy face.
Most of the people living in the Linton community are retired veteran cadres from the empire, or quiet people who don't like to be disturbed. There is not much traffic on weekdays, but there is a young talent living in the community. Although everyone will not talk about it, they can't help being curious.
Know that some retired women are born with an eager desire to make a good story happen.
Especially when one party has excellent conditions and is suitable for marriage and single.
But no one would come to the door rashly for this reason, good upbringing makes people restrained, so Mrs. Vida would only mention a few words when they met on the road.
but now…
"Couple package?" The gray-haired woman confirmed that she heard correctly.
Perhaps this young man had a large appetite, so he simply ordered a meal for two.
But her doubts were quickly dispelled, because she saw a pure black sports car parked in front of the gate of Monte's house.
As a car lover, Naren Sharvi's car is naturally not too bad. Even if it is not as good as the limited edition of the Richier family, it is not far behind.
The vicious Mrs. Vida quickly passed the car and deduced the general situation of the owner—a man of good background.
Yes, male.
There is nothing feminine about this car, whether it is its appearance, color, or the interior decoration style seen through the front window. And since the housewarming party had been given after the lad had moved in three years ago, she had rarely seen Sells invite anyone else to the house.
Mrs. Vida felt that it was necessary to communicate with her female companions the news that her neighbor, Mr. Monte, was suspected to be out of the order.
The two people in the room have already started a "pleasant" meal time.
Looking at the suspiciously dressed pink food box, Nalen looked away, and didn't ask why the two big men wanted to eat this kind of takeaway with a bow tie
"The taste of this store is very good." After opening it and finding that the food presentation was even more indescribable, Sells explained a few words: "Maybe it's time to catch up with the event today, and it's usually... normal."
Although I usually order individual business meals, even if it is a couple set meal, the decoration style is too exaggerated!
Nalen had regained his composure. Hearing that he was holding the tableware, he pierced through the heart-shaped steak on the plate. A sharp knife and fork poked a piece into his mouth and tasted it. He nodded and said, "Not bad."
Sells: "…"
Two young people with good appetites sat opposite each other, and their dining postures were a little serious.
Half a minute later, Sells suddenly pushed his dinner plate forward.
The prince, who was gnawing on the vegetable leaves, raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.
Sells stood up, stood up from the seat opposite, and moved to someone's right hand. After sitting down, he showed a calm smile and pinched the back of his neck skillfully.
Nalen: "..." The prince, who was so frightened that the leaves of the vegetables almost fell off the plate, was speechless.
The instigator was smug and didn't know it.
"I want to be closer to you."
Why didn't I find it before? No matter how powerful Selce Mount was, he couldn't deny that he was an out-and-out idiot in terms of feelings.
Fortunately, his object is also in the same situation. There wasn't much else he could do except roll his eyes silently in his heart.
When the meal was over, Sells' terminal rang.
Glancing at the screen, he frowned and handed the terminal to Naren.
Nalen: "???"
Sells: "Just say I'm not here."
Naren: "..." No, I won't answer.
Searles connected resignedly: "I have applied for a vacation, and we will discuss everything after my vacation is over."
The opposite seemed to say a long string of words, Sells kept a cold face the whole time, and said after a long time: "I'm on a date."
"Pa—" he threw the terminal far away.
Naren: "..."
Sells mentioned the refugees: "There is a human branch in the Alta galaxy, which has insect characteristics in appearance. It was beaten up by a group of young people when it first entered the country."
Nalen: "...that's a pity."
Sells nodded: "Dia has made a popular science booklet to distinguish between Alta insects and insect stars, and has negotiated with the beaten people."
Nalen: "It seems that the result of the negotiation is not very good."
"He told the other party about the insect star and showed the picture to prove that it was a misunderstanding. But the other party was even angrier after seeing the picture, because... the insect star is too ugly, they feel that they were mistaken for that kind of creature, It's a disgrace."
Nalen: "Emotionally sensitive?"
Sells agrees.
Naren: "Since they have left their homes and come to Asha for refuge, their attitude should be lowered. If you want to seize this opportunity and make unreasonable demands, we can ask them to leave."
Although the Alta people looked unreasonable and unforgiving on the surface, and launched several team firefights, in fact, they have always been at a disadvantage. Once Asha's attitude becomes tough, they will fall into a passive situation.
Sells: "Well, let's talk about where we should go in the afternoon." The marshal, who was not worried about this issue, decisively abandoned the boring work topic.
Naren's thoughts stopped abruptly.
Well, date.
After lunch, Naren politely expressed his desire to visit the backyard.
Sells led the people directly to the garage without saying a word.
"Choose one, baby!"
"..."
There are not many cars parked in the garage, but each has a unique model and a distinctive style, which is undoubtedly a paradise for car lovers. The gray-green eyes were shining brightly, and the way he looked at Sells suddenly became different.
On the streets of Linton Community, two suspicious men drove out of the door in a big red convertible with a "swoosh".
For the entire afternoon that followed, Nalen experienced firsthand the benefits of being in a relationship with the second-generation luxury car.
While the two were on a date, something terrible happened inside the palace.
Emperor Luye Delin paced back and forth, with black clouds all over his face.
"It's been a whole day, haven't you found it yet?"
The attendants trembled and dared not answer.
He rubbed the corners of his eyes wearily, and sat down on the chair.
In the morning, he fed Xijin the special metal-flavored potion, and after confirming that the gold-eaters were well-behaved today, His Majesty the Emperor kissed Xijin on the forehead, and happily went out to do business.
As a result, when he came back, the round beetle that was always waiting in the food plate was gone.
His Majesty the Emperor searched the bottom of the bed, the closet and any other places where insects might be hidden, and even took off the metal lamps on the ceiling to check, but he still couldn't find his beloved fat insect.
He gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.
Where did Hee Jin go
"Your Majesty..." Someone plucked up the courage and raised a certain possibility, "The doctor said... the young master will recover in a few days."
He didn't say it too bluntly, after all, His Majesty the Emperor had a clear ban on Xi Jin's existence.
"Is it possible that after the young master recovered, it was difficult to adjust his mood, so he took the bug and left for a few days?"
—The boy who kept the beetles disappeared.
He originally thought that His Majesty took him to his bedroom so preciously and took care of him in every possible way, obviously he valued him very much.
But after Master Xijin disappeared, His Majesty did not look for anyone, but instead found his worms... Fortunately, they thought that the unmarried Master Asha in her thirties was about to usher in her first love affair. As a result, this young man suspected of being the future "Queen" is not as good as an ugly fat bug in His Majesty's heart.
You are unpredictable.