This week, when Jean called Mr. Center, he vaguely felt that the other party was absent-minded, as if there was something hidden in his heart, worried.
It makes me feel very worried. It just happened that the work came to an end recently, and he proposed to come to visit his husband in China.
I thought I would be rejected, but I didn't expect my husband to mumble absently, and didn't even think about it.
Let me sigh: Why am I so hard
For the first time in more than two decades, I like a person. The other person is his own leader and a leader with a sense of belonging.
The situation is pretty bad.
Even if he made up his mind to take the husband away from that person, it was just a mouthful, and there was no bottom in his heart.
If the husband really likes each other so much, let me think, how can I bear to see him and ask for it.
Of course, it was to catch the unsuccessful man, wash it and send it to the husband's bed.
Alexander was on mission these days, and Senter was really absent-minded. It was not until he hung up the phone that he remembered what he had just said.
He immediately sent someone to prepare the room.
I am used to being taken care of. Even in China, there are people taking care of Sente’s daily life. Fortunately, the house here is spacious enough.
Jean soon arrived at the new home where Sente settled down. No matter how spacious it was, it couldn't compare to the original manor, let alone there was a family next door.
That farm is bigger than Mr. Center's yard and it is extremely unscientific.
Unless the heartless guy lives there.
Jean was too clever, and asked the person who took him to the guest room. Sure enough, there were two policemen living next door.
Is this what the husband calls a different camp
What's wrong if you like each other
It can only be said that the other party does not like their Mr. Center that much.
"The guy who doesn't know the blessing in the blessing." Jean muttered, still with an impeccable smile on his face.
After he arrived, he took over the diet and daily life of Sente, including cooking and daily refreshments.
Although he is not tired of it, Sente can't stand it. He always feels something weird: "Let, you are here on vacation. In fact, you don't need to do these things yourself, just leave them to others to do."
I have studied butler major, I am interested in this aspect, Sente understands, but it is too... dedicated.
He only needs to help him manage his career, and he doesn't need to be a part-time butler.
"But I like it." Jean said lightly, and continued to cook Sente without persuasion.
Sente was helpless for this.
"Don't you like my craft?" Let me stand beside Sente meticulously, with an elegant manner, and pick up the teapot to fill the other party with tea.
It was snowing outside, the flames in the fireplace were burning, and Sente was reading a detective book.
Letting glanced over and found the subject matter of the book.
For that person
Drinking a cup of warm black tea in snowy weather, who can't like it
Sente shrugged: "Then it's up to you."
It just felt a little weird. It made him even a little inattentive when he read the book. After all, he was not the same as a bodyguard. The fact that the other party had done this was too self-defeating.
He didn't want to read anymore, wanted to go back to the bedroom to rest, but when he got up he was too reckless, accidentally kicked the foot of the solid wood sofa, and his expression was distorted in pain.
"Does the kick hurt? You sit down." A caring voice rang from the side.
After Sente sat down, he felt his hands touch his ankles, and saw him kneeling in front of him, taking off his socks and checking for him: "It's okay, no bruises, no bleeding."
Sente heard the other party breathe a sigh of relief, and at this time the strange feeling in his heart came out to cause trouble again.
Spread from the soles of the feet to the tips of the fingers.
Two days later, the owner of the farm next door finally came back, so he was very happy to find Sent, and he wanted to visit immediately when he got the news.
With all due respect, this is not reserved at all, it seems too cheap.
"Sir, you wear at least a coat..." With a smile, let a down jacket on his arm, ready to take it out for the husband to wear.
The other party couldn't wait to go out and stepped directly into the snow in a sweater.
"Mr. is really hurting my heart all the time..." Letting mutter to himself, stepping on his long legs and quickly catching up with the figure in front of him.
When the two parties were getting closer, they had already arrived at the home of the guilty man, and the other party seemed to hear the movement and came out to greet him.
The two shit shovel officers and the two wolfhounds had just returned, their coats and uniforms had not been taken off, mainly because Qiao Qixi smelled Sente's breath, and he opened the door to come out by himself.
"Your old friend is here?" The shit shoveling officer joked, and he also came out to have a look: "It really is him, eh, why is there another one behind?"
No, you have to bring bodyguards when you visit the country.
"Alexander!" shouted Mr. Center.
Make the eyebrows jump, is that person called Alexander
Really... Can no longer be a tacky name, I can't believe this is Mr.'s taste.
But it looks good, although it is not yet known which one it is. Let guess, who is the one with more aggressive temperament
Alexander, whose name was called, happily hugged his human friend.
The tail was wagging continuously behind him, and the happiness was obvious.
Odis waited quietly on the steps, and began to feel that someone playing with Alexander was actually a good thing.
Seeing Sente hugging a wolf dog, the most shocking thing was Jean, um... Isn’t Alexander a man, but a dog
The misunderstanding is too great.
Let Leng stay there for 5 seconds, and quickly accepted the fact that Mr. didn't like people, and Mr., as always, only liked dogs.
For a moment he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. Fortunately, it is of course that Mr. Mr. didn't like people. The problem is that the other party only likes dogs. This is not a good phenomenon either...
"It's too cold, put it on quickly." Letting walk over and gently put his coat on Sente's shoulder.
"Thank you." Sente felt her body warm and admitted that it was still quite cold in the snow, so that the down jacket she sent was just right.
The two police officers standing at the door couldn't help but slap their tongues, a person with such outstanding looks turned out to be just one of Sente's bodyguards.
After all, Sente didn't specifically introduce it, so they misunderstood.
"Two policemen, are your missions going well?" Center returned his attention to the neighbor, and at the same time checked Alexander with both hands.
I am glad to learn that the other party was not injured.
"Very smoothly, thank you for your concern." Feng Xiao said: "Alexander was not injured either, but he stole the comrades' grilled fish at the beach and had a stomach trouble."
"Wow!" Is it necessary to talk about this kind of thing
Qiao Qixi felt speechless.
It’s not because I eat grilled fish to make my stomach irritated, okay
Odis is okay
Of course, because Odis had thick skin and thick skin, he couldn't compare to a delicate dog boy like him.
"That's good." Confirming that Alexander is okay, Sente also wittily bid farewell to his home.
Leave time to these few public servants of the people who are in the dust.
"You are worried these days, is it because of Alexander?" He walked with Sente on the way home. He chased him out to give Sente clothes, but he didn't wear much.
"Yes." Senter said.
"He is cute." Jean raised the corners of his mouth.
I used to take into account that my husband has someone I like, so I didn't dare to show half of my thoughts, but now I finally know that it was just a misunderstanding, and I started to have further thoughts.
"Sir, it's better to invite your neighbor to come to the house for dinner tomorrow, and I will cook it myself." Jean suggested softly.
Sente is also considering this matter, and let the proposal hit him, but will it be too hard
Normally, let him take care of his diet alone. Four people would have too much work: "Are you sure? I don't need other chefs to help you?"
Let nod: "Don't worry, sir, I will do well."
Sente thought to himself, who is worried about whether you are doing well or not, but thinks it is too hard.
But the other party insisted that he didn't talk about it anymore, it was not his personality.
Feng Xiao and Yu Shao had just returned, and many people invited them to dinner, but they didn't want to go out to socialize, so they might as well go home and have a hot pot.
It happened that Sente sent an invitation. They happily chose to go home to eat, but they didn't know what the neighbor would invite themselves to eat, looking up at the stars
It is said that foreign dishes are all the same. The two murmured on the way home. They discussed that if they were not delicious, they would go home for supper.
Qiao Qixi said in his heart: The shit shovel officer and the trainer are good or bad, secretly arranging the dark dishes of other foreign friends.
Odis, who got the new entry, asked: What is looking up at the stars
Qiao Qixi: That's a terrible food.
Just wanting to praise Odis, who has a good name:...
Food that even bears finds unpalatable is so unpalatable, unimaginable.
It is not the first time that Qiao Qixi and Otis have visited Sente's house. They are familiar with finding a place to play by themselves.
You have to know that the Sente family has a lot of things bought for them, and even has a doghouse.
It was very strange when I first came, why only saw the doghouse and dog toys, but not the dog...
It turned out that the dog was at the neighbor's house.
Today’s dinner was very delicious. The exquisiteness of each dish refreshed the impression of the two shit shovel officers on foreign dishes. It seems that you don’t have to cook late-night snacks by yourself when you go back in the evening.
Then there are tea and refreshments.
It's hard to believe that such exquisite dishes and refreshments came from a handsome British man, who turned out to be not a bodyguard, but a housekeeper.
While serving a few tea and chatting, I occasionally glanced at the wolfhound tumbling and playing on the floor, and I always felt a little strange between them.
The two male dogs are not so much fighting as they are flirting and being merciful to each other.
It makes people taste a bit sweet.
Odis didn't want the crowds to roll around, but the little bear was bored and teased him, either biting his paws or his tail.
He slowly became naive too, opened his mouth and bit at the opponent.
Of course he is in control of strength, otherwise the other party will cry again.
After quietly sending away the guests in the middle of the night, let him stand in the kitchen and wash the tableware and tea sets.
Even if he was doing these trivial housework, he still stood upright and looked serious and indifferent, as if he was doing something quite enjoyable.
What a strange person.
Sente stood by the door and thought that he was ready to rest, but after thinking about it, he decided to come over and solemnly thank the other party for his performance tonight.
"Sir?" Jean turned around and smiled: "Are you still asleep?"
After drinking a little wine for dinner, Sente, who was wearing pajamas, had reddish cheeks. In Jean's eyes, the opponent looked like a ripe peach that provokes crime.
He didn't dare to look more.
"I'm going to bed soon, thank you for your contribution today, Jean." Sente said.
"It should be." Let the voice deepen.
Looks extra sexy at night.
Sente swallowed. It may be that the heating here makes his throat dry: "Can you give me a glass of milk?"
"Oh, okay, please wait a moment." He immediately put down his work and took out a new glass to soak the milk for Sente: "You go to the room first, and I will deliver it to you in a while."
It only takes a few minutes to make milk, but since Sente drank alcohol and just got out of the bath, he fell asleep by the bed without knowing it.
"Sir." Jean's voice couldn't wake him either.
Finding that Sente was asleep, his eyes were so soft that he was so soft that he carefully put the milk on the bedside table.
I kept my eyes on Sente, and a voice sighed in my heart: Do you know that I have been chasing you since I was a teenager
This perverted concern is out of control.
Well, after years of fermentation, a terrifying beast was formed.
And Sente actually let himself come to his side, which is no less than pressing the detonator installed on Ren's body and detonating him.
Let your fingertips hang in the air, copying Sente's facial features and thinking: Although I am standing in front of you with a smile, you know that my internal organs are experiencing a terrible nuclear explosion.
The two handsome faces were getting closer and closer, with a pair of overturning lips, kissed Mr. Kiss's thin lips, and tasted the taste.
Sente felt itchy lips in his dream, and he subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick, and he was going to steal an incense and ran away, his back collapsed, and he was frozen in place.
The husband is really torturing, he thought.
Then he couldn't bear to leave, desperately closed his eyes and pried open the opponent's lips, attacking the city.
He was very skilled, and Sente didn't feel uncomfortable when he woke up, but was just shocked. What's the situation
Sent, of course, ended the kiss very quickly: "Let?"
The dream was over, let Yiyi touch his lips reluctantly, his waist was bent as always, and his eyebrows were pleasingly lowered: "Sir, I'm sorry."
"..." Sente still leaned on the head of the bed dazedly, not knowing what happened.
"Your milk." Jean didn't say much, and delivered the milk with a smile as before.
Sente took the glass of milk and took a few sips to calm his mood: "You were kissing me just now?"
"No, you also have a response." Jean's posture is very low, but very persistent.
Before the change, Sente would pour all the milk on his head so that he could learn how to speak.
Or immediately let him roll, roll up and go back to his hometown to eat himself.
But now, Senter looked at his reused subordinates with full scrutiny: "You like me."
The affirmative sentence is used.
Because Sente already wanted to understand why the strangeness he felt from this person was exactly what it was.
If the other person likes himself, then everything makes sense.
Anyone interested in the butler profession is farting.
Let sigh: "Yes."
His posture is lowered, he is almost kneeling before the bed, maybe he would rather show weakness with actions than beg for mercy with words.
Please don't let me run around and leave people or something, forgive him for not being able to tell.
"Oh." Senter said coldly, as if listening to a trivial matter, very cold.
There was a moment of silence in the room, only the sound of Sente drinking milk.
"Go out, I'm going to sleep." Sente put the empty glass in Jean's hand and said.
"Good night, sir, I wish you a good dream." Let the smile hold the cup with the remaining warmth, and mutter when going out and closing the door: "Do you mean to allow me to be presumptuous?"
Sorry, he can't help it this way.
Let's have a headache, insomnia tonight.
It's not because of sadness, but because of being too excited.
But early the next morning, he still prepared a very rich breakfast.
Happily, the husband seemed to slept well last night, his eyebrows were stretched, and he didn't pursue the unknown kiss.
After hesitating for a long time, when he asked him to take off his napkin, he boldly recommended himself: "Can I serve you in your room at night?"
Of course, the voice is very low, there is no need to publicize such things loudly.
Sente thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
Then allow you to be close to yourself, there are too few people in this world who can be trusted, and you are too lonely by yourself.
Even if you dare to trust the other party with your career, then it seems that there is nothing wrong with giving your body to the other party.
"Thank you sir." Jean let out a sigh of relief, and finally he no longer had the smile that could not see the true emotions on his face.
It's true this time.