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The two were working in the garden with enthusiasm, and West felt very touched, because he had never dealt with soil before.

Qing'an was also very excited, and she hadn't been on the ground for a long time.

"In summer, all the lavender in the south will be in full bloom. It's so beautiful. There are too few of them here..." Qing'an told him, "In this artificial pond, I planted water lilies. When they all bloom in summer, they won't be too beautiful. .”

"And this... Mint, I'll give you a small pot, it's easy to feed... Put it on the desk, it will refresh you during class."

"Okay." West did not refuse Qing'an's kindness. He remembered that there seemed to be a lot of flowers and plants in his home, but unfortunately he hadn't studied it, so he had the idea of ​​inviting Qing'an to be a guest in his heart.

Qing'an promised to visit grandpa after his birthday.

By the time Warren brought Grandpa Brown to them, the two of them were already very familiar, and the distinguished guest of West was working hard... hard to loosen the soil in the flower garden.

Grandpa Brown's eyelids twitched, this... If other people dare to let West do these things, he will severely educate and criticize, criticize, educate and re-educate—such a distinguished guest, is this really good?

But Xia Qing'an was pruning her buttocks and trimming the flowers and plants. She absolutely didn't feel uneasy about ordering the guests to work, and she was so busy that she didn't even notice that he and Warren came in.

"That's it..." The thin Warren smiled wryly, "I..."

He really didn't have time to stop anything, and it seemed that His Highness West was very happy.

"Miss..." Brown called her softly.

"Grandpa Brown," Qingan squatted in the flowerbed, "Can you help me prepare afternoon tea? I want two English milk teas, some pastries, and fruit salad."

She turned to look at West: "Do you have anything else to eat?"

West smiled: "No more."

"Okay... Miss." Old Butler Brown felt that he should not say anything, and it was useless to say anything.

"Dinner starts at 7 o'clock in the evening. Remember to pack up in advance and attend on time."

"Okay." Qing'an nodded, "I can weave a wreath for Grandpa later."

Brown bowed with Warren, and officially left here. After thinking about it, he still lowered his head and whispered to Qing'an: "Miss, His Highness West is a prince, that... don't let him be too Thanks for your hard work."

prince?Your Highness?

Qing'an thought she had come to a Grimm's fairy tale.

After Brown took Warren away, she suddenly turned her head, stared at West and said, "Are you still a prince?"

In the previous life, Qing'an had no dealings with the royal family, but most of them were superficial and had no intimate contacts.

"Well," West admitted generously, "Are you still coming to my house to play? I want to invite you as a guest. The invitation just now is serious."

West is very sincere. He is much older than Qing'an, and he is very worried that after his identity is announced, Qing'an will treat him as a member of the royal family, not as a close friend like before.

"Why don't you go?" Qing'an shrugged, "I really like Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, and the cookies in the blue tin are delicious, but they are a bit cold. But aren't you Italian? Why have you become the Danish royal family again?"

West laughed when he heard that, and nodded, "My mother is a member of the Danish royal family, and my father is a wealthy businessman in Italy. I am eighth in line of succession to the royal family... Actually, it is no different from none."