He entered a wealthy family by mistake

"Well, I can sit by myself."

Long time no see 49 You have to put your mind down, Haman reminded.

49 did not force Haman to sit on his lap, but put Haman down on the chair beside him.

Haman's face turned slightly red. He looked up at 49 and thought to himself, do people in country H like physical contact so much?

49, who was looked at, did not give an explanation, but touched Haman's ponytail and said, "The high ponytail is inconvenient for eating. Do you want to put it down?"

"It seems a little inconvenient."

Haman said and was about to raise his hand to untie it, but 49 took a step forward, helped Haman untie his hair and tied it into a low ponytail.

"Thank you!"

Haman blushed inexplicably.

49 A smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he reached out to touch Haman's blushing face and couldn't put it down.

Haman subconsciously held his breath, and his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

I...Is there something wrong with my heart?

Haman lowered his chest stupidly. After all, it was the first time he felt this way and he was a little overwhelmed.

Seeing Haman's action, the corners of his mouth curved significantly. He leaned against the chair and crossed his legs, reaching out and touching Haman's earrings, and then again, as if for fun.

He really liked this earring.

Haman murmured and looked at 49.

49 lowered his head with a strong smile and kissed Haman.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the box door, and the waiter who served the food came in, and there were rows of people.

Haman immediately covered his mouth and lowered his head, his cheeks burning.

49 didn't say anything, nor was he angry at being disturbed by the waiter. Instead, he turned slightly sideways to block Haman so that the waiter wouldn't see Haman's blushing and shy look.

"Your order has been served. I wish you both a pleasant meal."

The waiter nodded respectfully, backed out of the box, and closed the door gently.

Haman breathed a sigh of relief when the waiter left, but he stupidly touched his lips again.

He didn't even know how many times 49 had kissed him, and it felt different every time.

Is it because the location is different?

Haman asked himself.

“The food here is good.”

49 picked up a piece of tender and juicy meat, held it under a small sauce plate to prevent it from dripping on Haman's clothes, and handed it to Haman's mouth.

Haman was at a loss, but he still opened his mouth to take the meat, covered his mouth and chewed.

Fat but not greasy, it melts in your mouth, which makes Haman feel fresh.

After all, they all eat a lot of steak, but they don't have this kind of taste.

Seeing that Haman liked it, 49 gave Haman chopsticks.

Haman nodded and took it, started to eat it himself, and looked like he had a good appetite.

49 watched with a smile, and picked up food for Haman from time to time.

It took them more than an hour to eat until they were full. Later, 49 ordered a bottle of red wine and gave Haman some to drink.

Haman could accept the red wine. The wine was not very strong, but he only dared to take a few sips.

Seeing that it was almost past eleven o'clock, 49 paid the bill and took Haman out of the restaurant.

Haman in the passenger seat was enjoying the cool night breeze and quietly looking at the bustling streets along the road. Everything felt fresh.

"Where is this place?"

Seeing 49 parked in an unfamiliar high-end neighborhood, Haman asked suspiciously.

"my home."

49 said with a smile.

Haman was a little confused, and then he quickly said, "I still want to go back to His Highness."

"I'll take you back tomorrow morning. He'll be fine at Shen's house for just one night."

49 said as he picked up Haman and walked to the lobby. He entered the password to enter the door, and then took the elevator to the 20th floor.

By the time Haman reacted, 49 had already unlocked the door with his fingerprint and entered the home, carrying him into the hall.

49's house is very large, a duplex building. The lobby has four to five meters long floor-to-ceiling windows, and you can have a panoramic view of the night view downstairs.

Apart from simple furniture, there is nothing superfluous in the home, and the decoration style is simple black and gray, just like his owner.

49 put Haman on the sofa, then walked to the dining room and took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and handed it to Haman when he came back.

"Thank you!"

Haman took it, opened it and took a sip.

He put down the water and looked around, murmuring to himself, it was so neat.

"I don't have a small robe, so you should wear my shirt first."

49 came out of the room and gave Haman a black shirt.

"At the end of the hallway is the bathroom."

49 pointed to the corridor and said.

"OK, thanks!"

Haman stupidly followed 49's arrangement, got up and went to take a shower.

After waiting for half an hour, Haman came out of the hall after taking a shower. 49 was already sitting on the sofa watching TV, and had finished taking a shower and changed into a bathrobe.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, 49 raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the corridor. Haman, wearing his loose black shirt, immediately came into view, just above his thigh.

Haman was a little overwhelmed and tightened his shirt, looking extremely uncomfortable.

49, but I think she looks good. With her hair down and matching boyfriend clothes, she looks beautiful no matter how she looks.

49 hooked his lips and patted the place beside him, asking Haman to come over.

Haman hesitated, but after a while he still walked up to the sofa.

He was about to sit down on the sofa, but 49 suddenly put him on his lap.

The two of them wore a black bathrobe and a black shirt, which looked like a couple's style and had a different flavor.