He entered a wealthy family by mistake

After more than an hour, the morning meeting finally ended.

In this more than an hour, the ministers first wanted to match Lan Ying to Bowen, then were amazed by Bowen's ability, and then completely surrendered.

They had to admit that Bowen was very suitable for the position of king, he was decisive and smooth in dealing with things, and he was very experienced.

They finally knew why Hamor called Bowen over. It would be a big loss for such a good young man not to serve the royal family.

"I'm sorry to trouble you today."

Hamel escorted Bowen out of the chamber.

"It's just a little effort."

Bowen didn't take it to heart, thinking that he was just here to help this time. He didn't even know that Hamor had already targeted him.

Da Siyu is also very capable, but with Byrne as a hindrance, it will be difficult to hold meetings on time in the future.

Bowen is different. He is alone now and has plenty of time for meetings.

"Please, please send His Highness Bowen back."

Hamor nodded politely to Lan Ying.

"Yes."

Lan Ying accepted the order and followed Bowen to the elevator, staring at Bowen's back intently.

Now all she could think about was the beautiful and delicate young lady with long hair, and she felt a little moved for no reason.

Bowen felt like Lan Ying was about to see a big hole in his back. He couldn't ignore it, but he couldn't speak directly. After all, he couldn't open the mouth.

A grown-up man was flustered when he was seen by a woman. If he told this, he would probably be laughed at to death.

Saiman came to see Hamol with his breakfast, and happened to meet Bowen and Lan Ying on the aisle. One was looking uncomfortable, the other was looking straight at them.

Saiman felt it was new and glanced at Bowen and Lan Ying more, and nodded when he was about to pass by Bowen.

Bowen nodded in response and continued walking to the elevator.

Lan Ying also nodded to Saiman and quickly followed Bowen.

Saiman just watched Bowen and Lanying enter the elevator, feeling confused, because Bowen avoided Lan Ying as if running away, while Lan Ying followed quickly as if she couldn't tell.

"Is this a play where he can't fly while he's running away from her?"

Saiman muttered in amusement, and looked at the elevator one more time before walking to the conference hall.

As soon as he reached the door of the conference hall, he heard the excitement of the ministers, "His Royal Highness Bowen looks like he has no force value and can be knocked down with one fist, but he has a smart mind! Lan Ying has a very high force value in this life." Aren’t the children who come out complementary to each other and capable of both civil and military skills?”

"In terms of dealing with it, I think so too. Instead of avoiding His Majesty Bai Enla and having a child secretly with Lan Ying, it is better to let His Majesty Bowen marry Lan Ying so that the wealth does not go to outsiders."

"The Lan family have good temperaments, and the most important thing is that they are very good at swordsmanship. If Lan Ying and His Highness Bowen have a child, they will definitely inherit the excellent genes of the Lan family and give birth to a god of swordsmanship for our royal family."

"There are so many princes in our royal family, but not one of them is good at swordsmanship. They are either running behind their wives or husbands all day long. They have done nothing serious. They are so tall for nothing."

The ministers complained about Saiman and the others, each one more disgusted than the other.

Saiman, who was standing at the door of the conference hall with Hamor's breakfast and listening, twitched the corners of his mouth. Didn't they lose face? They spoke so loudly.

"You don't want others to tell you that you have no future."

Hamor walked up to Saiman and said Saiman very rudely.

"It's useless. This means my wife is too powerful and I have no place for my hero."

Saiman handed the breakfast to Hamor with a smile on his face, not even angry after being told.

Hamor was already used to Saiman's shamelessness and didn't say anything. He glanced at Saiman sideways and walked to his office holding the file.

Sai Manyi smiled and followed with breakfast.

The assistant who was watching was really eye-opening. It was the first time in his life that he saw a dignified prince doing nothing but delivering breakfast to his princess all day long.

Fortunately, the second and third princesses are here, otherwise the royal family may be doomed.

The assistant's heart trembled. There were so many princes in the royal family, but Bowen was the only one who could take action.

Fortunately, grandpa retired to his hometown the year before last. If he hadn't retired, he would have fainted from anger by now.

After sighing, the assistant went back to his office to handle his work, pretending he didn't see anything.

Hammer Office.

Saiman took out the breakfast from the thermal lunch box and placed them one by one on the coffee table.

After Ye Miao moved into the palace, the breakfast in the palace was no longer grilled toast, fried eggs and fried bacon. It had been replaced by the breakfast of country H, including soy milk, fried dough sticks and steamed buns. It was almost the same every week.

"Today's pan-fried buns tasted good, with crispy skin and thick and juicy fillings."

Saiman, who was sitting on the sofa, picked up a fried bun and blew it on it before bringing it to Hamor's mouth.

Hamor, who was eating a small bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, opened his mouth slightly, bit into a small half of the fried bun, and gently covered his mouth with his hand to eat.

"This pan-fried bun was originally left by the housekeeper for Ye Miao, but since he was lying in bed, I brought it to you first."

Saiman said and fed Hamor another bite of fried buns.

The pan-fried buns were not big, but Hamor took four bites before finishing them, all the while covering his mouth with his hands.

The corner of Saiman's mouth raised as he watched Hamol eat. He was elegant, with long silver hair, a pretty face, and the unique purple earrings of the Ha family. He looked very pleasing to the eye.

By the time Hamor finished chewing, Saiman had finished blowing the second pan-fried bun and handed it to Hamor.

Hamor didn't eat immediately. He picked up the spoon in the small bowl and took two bites of preserved egg and lean meat porridge before eating the fried buns.

It took a total of nineteen minutes for Hamor to finish a portion of fried buns and a small bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

Hamor doesn't eat much. A portion of pan-fried buns and a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge are enough for him. If Saiman hadn't eaten two pan-fried buns, he would probably be full now.

Saiman poured Hamor a cup of hot soup to warm him up.

Hamor took a sip of the lid of the thermos cup and handed the lid to Saiman after finishing the drink.

"Still drinking?"

Saiman took the lid.

Hamor shook his head, he was already a little nervous.

Hamor raised his head without drinking and drank all the hot soup in the thermos cup. He threw the xiaolongbao he brought for himself into his mouth and finished it in a few mouthfuls. The whole process only took two minutes.

Hamor wiped his hands with a tissue and looked at Saiman, "You haven't had breakfast yet?"

"I'll wait until you finish the meeting before getting up."

Saiman picked up Hamol, put Hamel on his lap, leaned against the sofa and clasped Hamel's waist with his big hands, raised his head and kissed Hamel.

"Who told you to stay up late at night reading some novel?"

Hamor sat on Saiman's lap obediently, but said something to Saiman angrily.

When he woke up in the early morning, Saiman was still reading it, reading it while holding him while he was asleep. It was true that holding him and reading the novel did not miss a thing.

"This is not a wonderful plot."

Saiman was not embarrassed because he was caught reading a novel. He put his hands in Hamel's suit, raised his head and blocked Hamel's lips.

Hamor pushed Saiman away angrily and slapped his big hand on his waist, "What are you doing in the office?"

The office door is open and the assistant will come in at any time.

"You have been busy every day in the past two months, so busy that you have no time to feed me. Are you planning to let me become a monk?"

Saiman held Hamor's Bigu in his big hand and raised his eyebrows at Hamor, with a look of dissatisfaction.

Hamor gave Saiman a cold look, but after looking at it, he pointed towards the office door with his chin, asking Saiman to lock it.

Saiman immediately laughed, put Hamol down on the sofa, stood up, and walked to the door, locking it behind him.

He turned around and quickly returned to the sofa. He picked up Hamol and blocked Hamel's lips. He carried Hamel to the desk and pulled off the silk hair tie that bound Hamel's hair.

Hamor hugged Saiman's neck in cooperation, half-sitting on the desk, raised his head and kissed Saiman, acquiescing to Saiman's bad taste.