The snacks prepared by Hagrid had already been swept away, and the remaining chefs obviously did not inherit his good craftsmanship, and Naren's appetite gradually diminished. Since there was no mission, the return journey was extremely long, and there was not much entertainment equipment on board, so he could only sit opposite Sells.
The moment when the two landed was the quietest morning of the day in the imperial capital. The dawn had just broken, and everything was still asleep. Seers abducted the half-asleep prince directly to his residence.
Nalen opened his eyes, and saw the Linton community bathed in the pale golden morning light. He looked around, his brain turned to work, and Sells didn't send him back to the Shalvet mansion, but took him to his own residence.
He didn't express any opinion on this act of asserting himself, but he couldn't sleep peacefully until he woke up naturally, which was really annoying, so that he felt sleepy all over.
Sells noticed his state and said: "I'm going to park the car, you go in first. If you are sleepy, go to the bedroom and sleep for a while." He said very naturally: "You know the password."
Nalen: "..." Why does he have the illusion that he has lived here for several years, you know, counting the last time, this is his second visit here.
After thinking about it, he decided that he should still maintain the necessary politeness, and said reservedly: "This is not good."
Sells smiled: "There are unopened pajamas in the closet."
Nalen shook his head: "No, I'm not sleepy."
Sells sighed regretfully.
Naren: "..."
"If you're hungry, there's food in the kitchen."
Nalen nodded. It was indecent to sleep in someone else's house, but it was reasonable to have breakfast.
Sells looked at him for a long time and asked, "Are you sure you won't take a rest? The dark circles under your eyes have come out."
This is not thanks to someone, first took him to watch the so-called Darji night scene, and then sneaked into the room late at night to harass him, and there were several jumps and bumps on the way back... Finally fell into a coma, but arrived at the destination . The mentally exhausted His Royal Highness is very depressed at the moment.
He should go home.
Even if he had to face the interrogation of his father and brother after returning home, as long as he had a tough attitude, he could always handle it. But he chose to remain silent after discovering that the return route was wrong, so half of the current situation was caused by his laissez-faire.
A few seconds later, Naren got out of the car and closed his clothes.
Sells: "I'll be right there." He started the car and drove to the garage.
Nalen walked to the door and quickly entered the password, only to hear a "click", and the door opened.
Due to the long-term maintenance of the home cleaning system, even if the owner leaves home for several days, the house is still tidy and clean. Looking from a distance, the warm-colored sofa exudes soft luster in the light.
—Finally back from the planet Darji, traveling is indeed a tiring thing!
Nalen breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and bent down to take out the house shoes from the shoe cabinet. Gray-green eyes flicked somewhere, and suddenly found something unusual: a pair of red high-heeled shoes was placed abruptly among all men's shoes.
How could women's shoes be hidden in Sayers' room
He walked into the room and looked around curiously. There was nothing unusual in the living room, and the furnishings inside were almost the same as when he visited last time. After looking around, Naren restrained his doubts for the time being, and slowly nestled into the sofa , Waiting for the owner to park the car and come back.
The garage was some distance away, the prince yawned and turned to look out the window. The early sun rises, and the light shines into the room. It is so warm that people can't help but feel lazy. But he couldn't really catch up on sleep at someone else's house, so after thinking about it, he decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Remembering that the kitchen is on the left side, recalling the experience of being led to visit each room last time, he found the kitchen precisely and began to rummage through the cabinets.
Sells didn't have a lot of stock, so Nalen glanced around, took out oatmeal from it, and boiled water to soak two cups. Wait until the mellow smell permeates, then pick up the cup and return to the living room.
"Hello." The curly-haired woman in a silk nightgown reclined enchantingly on the back of the sofa, her dark eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a faint smile in the corner of her mouth, looking at him.
Naren: "..."
After a few seconds of shutdown, the prince gradually came to his senses, and looked back at the suspicious woman calmly. Looking at his appearance, he was probably in his early thirties, graceful and graceful, with a dangerous aura in his smile.
— not like ordinary people.
He searched around the well-known women in the imperial capital in his mind, and suddenly formed a bold guess, but he still stepped forward steadily, put down the two cups of soaked oatmeal, and asked, "Who are you?"
The curly-haired woman smiled, didn't answer his question directly, and bent over to take the oatmeal from the coffee table. Looking from Nalen's point of view, one can just see the looming...
He looked away in shock, the tips of his ears blushing involuntarily.
"Isn't this the house of Sells?" The woman asked him funny, "Did I go to the wrong door?"
Nalen's eyes drifted: "You didn't go wrong."
The woman continued: "Oh...then who are you, Sells?"
Nalen said conservatively, "Friend."
The woman touched the corner of her lips and repeated casually: "My friend."
She continued to ask: "A good friend who has entered the room? I remember that boy Selce's sense of territoriality is so strong that it is outrageous."
that kid...
The woman in front of her was lying on the sofa in Sells wearing a nightgown. The years did not leave too many traces on her face, but only made her soul charming and interesting. She has a leisurely posture, and her intimacy with Sayers is revealed in her speech. This kind of intimacy is not between a man and a woman, but rather a joke between the elders and the younger ones.
Nalen can almost confirm the identity of the person in front of him.
"Mrs. Richer." Naren called out, "I didn't expect to meet you here. You are as beautiful as the rumors say."
Richel looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "I haven't been back to the imperial capital for a long time, and you are as cute as that kid described." She patted the empty seat beside her, "Come and sit."
That fellow Sells mentioned him before Mrs Richer
Naren tried his best to maintain his composure, and moved over to sit beside her.
"Take the liberty to visit, did I disturb you?"
Richier shook his head, and said with interest: "Sells didn't know I was coming. I should ask this question. Did I disturb you?"
Naren: "..." He finally understood who Searles' half-smile feeling came from.
Richel leaned over: "He often takes you home?"
Nalen said, "It's my second time here too."
Richel: "Just the two of you?"
Nalen bit the bullet and let out a "hmm".
She said "Oh" with a smile, and glanced at the door, only to see her precious son walking over with a serious face.
"Mother." Sells sat next to Nalen very naturally.
Naryn was caught between the mother and the child, seemingly as stable as Mount Tai, but in fact he was uneasy. He never thought that Mrs. Richer, who hadn't returned to the imperial capital all the year round, would appear in Searles' house, and he would be in such an embarrassing situation. meet. His Royal Highness, who was exhausted from the journey, had dark circles under his eyes at the moment, and he didn't take care of himself after getting up in the morning. In such a bad state, he was hit by Searles' mother.
The point is that his arrival seems to have disturbed Mrs. Richer's sleep.
Glancing at the morning clock from the corner of the corner of the eye, the hour hand had just passed six. Mrs. Richer was wearing a nightgown, and she obviously left the room after hearing the movement.
The teachings of his father and brother are still in his ears, and now he regrets that he shouldn't have allowed Sayers to bring him home at an inappropriate time.
Sells also didn't expect his mother to stay at home. After divorcing old Monte many years ago, this career woman moved out of the imperial capital alone. In these years, apart from visiting his son and dealing with business, he seldom came back.
Mrs. Richer said: "I rushed over immediately when I heard the news. But..." She looked at her upright and reliable son, "I originally wanted to live with you for a while, after all, I haven't seen you for so long..." She stroked her son's hair, "It's quite attractive. It's a pity that I came back the day before yesterday and came to nothing, and I just waited for him this morning. Oh, and there is a surprise."
"Unexpected joy" suddenly felt like sitting on pins and needles.
"Wait for me, I'll go in and get something." Mrs. Richer blinked, got up and walked towards the guest bedroom.
Sells: "Remember to put on an extra coat. There are two gentlemen here, ma'am."
Richer rolled his eyes restrainedly.
When her back disappeared from sight, Naren turned his head "噗", his eyes were bottomless.
Sells smiled sarcastically, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Honey, do we meet the parents now?"
Naren said: "Is my current situation very bad?"
Sells sincerely said as good as ever.
Naren shook his head, speechless at his upright aesthetics. He silently fastened the top buttons, straightened his clothes, and stretched out his hand to pull his hair.
Sells said sweetly, "I'll help you." His palm went straight to a curly hair on the back of his head.
Naren: "..."
Mrs. Richer quickly folded it back, holding a golden card in her hand, shaking it: "As Sells' mother, this is a gift for his 'friend'."
Sells was thoughtful: "Friend?"
Mrs. Richer turned sideways and gave her son a huge mocking look from an angle that Naren couldn't see.
-friend.
Sells: "…"
When Mrs. Richer faced Nalen, she restored her warm smile. She took his hand and stuffed the "meeting ceremony" into it.
Nalen lowered his head, his eyes touched the things in his palm, and he froze.