Star Dome Railway: Hand-made strange objects forcibly marry Black Tower

Putting the clothes in his arms, Lu Huai took a deep breath, and then smiled compassionately towards the Black Tower.

"Thank you so much, Heita."

"But why do I bother you to do such a small thing as buying clothes? From now on, you can just let me buy it myself. You have to make a trip. This is not good."

Seeing the sincere look on Lu Huai's face, Heita looked at him expressionlessly, and then smiled slightly after a long time.

"After all, you just want to get kickbacks, right?"

Lu Huai: "!"

Where did the exposure begin?

Heita raised the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand with a smile, grabbed Lu Huai's tie and pulled it down.

"Don't think about playing tricks. Do you think you can hide it from me?" His fingers gently slid across Lu Huai's face. Heita smiled in a wicked way, and then gave Lu Huai a hard push with his hand.

"Go get changed, don't dawdle."

Lu Huai was unwilling. He glanced at the dress in his arms and finally sighed.

That's all, maybe he just has no chance of wealth in this life.

Looking at Lu Huai's back, he went to the room to change clothes lonely, while Chang Geng and others on the side exchanged glances with each other.

"I thought there was still hope."

"Forget it, it's not just the beginning anyway. Wasn't it the same when we were at Oaks Ford?"

"Although the academic world is artificial, its vision is still quite vicious."

"Vicious? Even a blind person can see it."

The men lamented Lu Huai's current position, while Dorothy on the side had a panoramic view of everything that had just happened, and she only felt excited.

That’s great, give me more!

……

The banquet was held in the Plantagenet Palace on Lord Bracken's Avenue. This palace, built 860 years ago, has gone through nine times of war to seize power by force, and it still stands today.

However, the power and dictatorship that she originally symbolized have long since disappeared under the erosion of history, and she has become a symbolic existence.

And, simple glory.

On the side of the Yingbin Avenue outside the Plantagenet Palace, among a group of expensive cars, a black business luxury car slowly stopped on the roadside. On the front of the car was the flying eagle logo with wings spread. The exclusive emblem of the Plantagenet royal family.

In front of the majestic gate, the waiter rushed up to the car as soon as it stopped and opened the door respectfully.

"Thank you."

After thanking the waiter, Lu Huai got out of the car, straightened out his slightly wrinkled dress, then held on to the car door and stretched out his hand toward the inside of the car.

"Get out of the car."

Black Tower is still sitting inside at this moment, and Lu Huai's behavior is not to show his gentlemanly demeanor.

At this moment, Black Tower really can't help it.

After a brief silence, what came into view was not the figure of Heita, but a small, white and delicate foot protruding from the gap between the car doors. The foot was wearing a crystal Clear translucent high heels.

That's right, in order to match Heita's evening dress, Dorothy specially brought a pair of high heels for Heita.

Originally, Black Tower refused, but...

"Dean, listen to me and put it on. After putting it on, your height will just reach Lu Huai's chest. This is the cutest height difference!"

Half coaxed and half persuaded by Dorothy, she finally put it on.

And the result was that she couldn't even walk a step without Lu Huai.

Heita didn't take Lu Huai's hand to get out of the car like normal.

Instead, he directly grabbed his arm with both hands and stepped on the ground carefully. It seemed that due to nervousness, the round and soft toes were curled together tightly at the moment, so hard that the joints were slightly white.

"Can you do it?" Lu Huai frowned as he looked at Heita tremblingly walking down from the carriage, "You really can't do it, can you go change your shoes?"

"Who do you think can do it?" Heita glared at Lu Huai and grabbed the lock of the bracelet on his wrist.

There is no word "can't" in her Black Tower dictionary!

Heita's body was covered with Lu Huai's coat. It was the beginning of winter, and the weather was still getting cooler even in the gorse.

The shawl outside the dress basically cannot keep you warm.

Supporting Heita, Lu Huai told her to be careful not to twist her feet.

On the other hand, he almost "dragged" her towards the gate of the palace.

"Oh, Dean of the Black Tower, Lu Huai, you are here."

At the main entrance, Ludwig came up to him and seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

When he noticed the black tower hanging on Lu Huai's body, the smile on his face stiffened slightly.

"Hmm...how should I put it?" After considering his words, Ludwig forced a smile, "The director of the Black Tower is outstanding, and his image is indeed quite special."

Heita's face was expressionless: "It doesn't matter, I think you are admiring me."

After coughing twice, Ludwig's eyes fell on Lu Huai: "Where are Dorothy and the others?"

"Their car is at the back and will be there later."

After hearing this, Ludwig stopped asking any more questions.

"Let's go in first. It's cold outside, and Her Majesty the Queen may have been waiting for a long time."

Lu Huai nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Heita tried to let go of Lu Huai's arm and took a tentative step on the marble floor outside the palace.

Looking at Heita who was frozen in place, Lu Huai asked: "Why are you not moving?"

Heita's delicate face turned slightly pale. After being silent for a long time, she cautiously extended her hand towards Lu Huai.

"Give me a hand, right now."

"..."

"……Ha ha?"

"You laugh again? You're dead!"

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There are still...two chapters in the evening? Anyway, it’s at least two chapters. I’ll try to sneak out a chapter or two while I’m at work today (??v?v??)