The card with the pattern of double swords has golden light streaks under the sunlight. As a sports car enthusiast, he knows exactly what it is—the family crest of the Richier family, the certification card of the top sports car, which is hard to find "car key"!
The prince's eyes slowly turned green.
"Like it?" Mrs. Richer blinked.
like! ! !
Nalen forced himself to look away from the card, and reluctantly replied: "No, it's too expensive, I can't accept it."
As long as he points the card at his terminal and swipe it lightly, he can own a sports car produced by Richer... and the invalid card will also be used as a souvenir and loaded into his collection book...
But... no.
Whether as a colleague of Sells, or as a friend, this gift is beyond the acceptable range.
Are all luxury car families so rich
Naren secretly used great perseverance to restrain the inappropriate clamor of "I want, I want, I want it" all over my body.
Mrs. Richer said lightly: "This is a special authority card. If you are tired of driving the old one, you can go to the store to get a new one."
Nalen paused, isn't that the same treatment as Sells
Sells' "luxury" life of changing cars frequently had a huge impact on Naryn, but he never expected that such a life would come to him one day.
Is it rejected, or...
Heck, that's so rude.
He hurriedly threw the thought of "acceptance" out of his head, but couldn't help but feel heartache. Matter really can corrode people's hearts. Just when he was struggling, Sayers' voice sounded faintly.
"That's a gift I prepared for Naren. Ms. Richer, as the service provider, you should hand over the car to me first."
The corner of Richer's mouth twitched: "Brat, have you paid yet?"
Sells smiled innocently: "You can send the bill to my mother."
Richel: "..."
Naren: "..."
The marshal who "gnawed at his parents" once again refreshed Nalen's perception of him.
Sells held Nalen's hand, and stopped his refusal by the way, and glanced at his mother, the meaning of the period was self-evident.
Mrs. Richer raised her eyebrows, looked down at her son openly holding his hand, she was speechless and felt relieved—her son, who hadn't seen any emotion for many years, finally knew how to chase people.
When countless people regard Sells as a model of the empire, as his mother, Mrs. Richer has been troubled by his love life countless times. Given his son's age and appearance, it is reasonable that his emotional experience would not be poor, but the fact is that he has never had any men or women around him, so that Mrs. Richer suspected that it was her irresponsible behavior of abandoning the family to her young children. caused psychological trauma.
But now...
She looked at the second son of the Xiaerwei family, and her smile gradually became kinder.
Sells: "…"
Noticing her son's expression, she said thoughtfully, "I still have an appointment in the morning, so I won't disturb your friendship."
I am afraid that this friendship stalk cannot be avoided.
When Sells parked the car, he found that there was an unfamiliar car in the garage. The color, style, and performance all met the requirements he had put forward when he "placed the order". But he didn't expect that she would come in person, stay in the guest bedroom, and meet them unexpectedly.
Looking at the calm and indifferent Naren beside him, he thought amusedly, this little liar might be planning himself in his mind.
As expected, Mrs. Richer left quickly, giving her son a tacit look before leaving. Sells responded indifferently, and dragged Nalen to the car inspection.
Seeing the elders leave, and there were only two people left in the room, the prince became stiff again, and this toughness disappeared completely after arriving at the garage. Touching the car that perfectly suits his heart, the prince felt erratic.
"Are you all so generous in giving gifts?"
Sells shook his head: "Of course not, it depends on the object."
Nalen sighed, "Why didn't I become friends with you earlier?"
Sells: "…"
Bewildered by his beloved car, the proud and arrogant prince felt embarrassed for the first time when he was young when he was against Sells. When he looked at Sells again, his eyes shone with restraint.
Sells said deliberately: "Baby, if you look at me like this, it will make me feel that you are with me because of the car."
Nalen squinted his eyes, looking like he was about to explode in the face of doubts. After holding back for a while, he couldn't help breaking his power, patted Sells on the shoulder, and said in cooperation: "Yes, I am for your car!"
Sells: "…"
He turned around and got into the car, ignoring the sad eyes of the people around him, and began to explore.
The space inside is very spacious. Scanning the operating console, it is fully functional. Even the picky Naren can't find any dissatisfaction. He took out the card for authentication, and then studied the voice system.
Sells put one hand on the car window and focused on the joyful someone. At this moment, the sun had already risen, and the golden sunlight filled the backyard. He bent down and didn't speak, just watched. The young man was studying various buttons with his head down, his curly hair curled up a few times, making people want to pinch and circle it.
After a long time, Naren seemed to have sensed something, and raised his head to meet his gaze.
Sells' eyes were full of tenderness, and he could no longer see the slightest coldness and alienation from his face. Naren let go of his beloved baby car, hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he called the other party's name softly.
Sayers lazily said, "Huh?"
Nalen stretched out his hands, lowered the head of the person outside the window, raised his head and kissed him neatly on the cheek.
"..." The marshal covered his face, his expression slightly stunned. After a long time, he said, "Honey, let's get married."
Facing the sudden marriage proposal, Nalen fell into a state of hesitation. After coming out of Sells' house in a trance, he turned his head, looked at the figure watching him leave in the distance, took a deep breath, stopped the car after the corner, hugged the steering wheel and thought about life.
Sayers' words echoed repeatedly in his mind.
"After we get married, when we introduce each other to our friends, we will be able to put on the name of our partner; no matter where we appear at the same time, it will be a matter of course, Selsmont and Naren Sharvi, Two names that have since become inseparable. I'm ready, how about you?"
With the tips of his red ears, Naren recalled his answer and pulled his hair angrily.
Excluding the time when they were not together, he and Searles have only been together for more than a month. The time is so short that the prince, who has zero relationship experience, refers to the sayings on the Internet.
"Are we going to have a flash marriage?"
After finishing speaking, I regretted it. The prince wished to bite his tongue off. What is there to discuss about such a non-essential thing
Marshal, who has zero experience in marriage proposal, was also taken aback, thought for a while and said, "Yes."
Naren said: "Okay."
?
Who agreed on his behalf, who wants to agree? Naren Sharvi, at least you have to hesitate for a few seconds!
Sells touched the head of the person in the car, and comforted him: "Then we have agreed, and we must not go back on our word."
After that, he almost insisted on maintaining an indifferent posture, and almost wrote "I just agreed to a marriage, and I didn't make a fuss at all" on his face, and politely rejected Searles. other invitations, and bid farewell—and drove away from Linton at full speed.
Run away after getting married, life has ups and downs, no one can predict what will happen in the next second.
He rolled down the car window to let fresh air flow into the car, blowing away complicated emotions. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a woman with gray and silver hair carrying a food box not far away, who seemed to be looking towards him.
He thought for a while, feeling strange inexplicably in his heart, but he didn't notice anything wrong, and stayed like this for a while, before raising the window and driving back home.
Mrs. Vida took a deep breath, looked at the direction in which the vehicle was leaving, and took a few steps forward. She saw Mr. Neighbor, who hadn't returned home for a long time, standing at the door, as if he had just sent someone away.
"Ma'am." Sells greeted her with a smile, seeming to be in a good mood, "Good morning."
Mrs. Vader: "..." She was almost tormented by curiosity.
The Shalvet mansion was just as it was when he left. After asking his attendants, he found out that the old prince had once again gone to the countryside to experience pastoral life, and his elder brother had already informed Nalen in the previous communication that they had moved. In his own nest, he picked up the little monster Ilya by the way, and lived a happy life as a family of three.
Naren: "..."
The expected family reunion did not happen after returning from the trip, and even all the people left.
The prince rested for a while, took care of himself, went out of the room, grabbed a certain attendant on duty, and asked about the recent situation of the imperial capital.
"Nothing special." The attendant thought for a moment, and gave such a reply, "Your Highness, if there is anything to say, it seems that Marshal Monte is getting married."
Naren was surprised: "How do you know?"
The attendant was also surprised: "Isn't it just a rumor?"
Naren: "..."
With the prince's gradually serious face, the attendant hurriedly reported everything he knew.
"People outside are spreading rumors, but there is no definite evidence to prove that the news is true."
Nalen narrowed his eyes: "Everyone is passing it on?"
The servant nodded honestly.
Nalen thought it was just a rumor on the Internet, and asked again: "What is the golden invitation?"
The invitation letter for the reconciliation banquet between the two families only found some clues in the comments left on the Internet, and it was really hard for him to believe that there was nothing tricky in it.
The attendant's expression became strange, and he hesitated to look away.
Nalen's expression was slightly restrained, and his momentum suddenly became strong: "Say."
"It was sent by Director Monte himself, it seems..." The attendant's voice became lower and lower, as if he was quite afraid.