O, the popular girl, loves to act like a spoiled child. She is afraid of insects and cold and wants

The moment the figure of the president of the Male Insect Protection Association stepped into the courtyard of the villa, the insect guards in charge of lawn mowing, cleaning and patrolling not far away all put down their work at the same time.

Upon receiving the message, Perrin shook the fluffy gray-white fake wolf tail behind him, gently held down Cyrus who wanted to get up with one hand, knelt on his left knee beside the other's thigh, bent his waist, and boldly scratched and wrote on the back of his hand with the fingertips of his right hand.

A slightly itchy and strange feeling enveloped Cyrus, especially the parts touched by the other party, as if there were swarms of ants crawling back and forth.

The hand on his leg trembled slightly. Cyrus frowned and tried to push the other person away uncomfortably. The hand on his shoulder was unexpectedly strong, but did not hurt him.

"Speak." He pulled his hand back irritably, drooping his eyelashes, and uttered two words coldly.

Perrin's eyes lit up, and he suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He said in a wronged and cautious tone, "Brother, can I talk now?"

Cyrus frowned even more after hearing this, "Who told you not to speak?"

"But my brother doesn't like people who talk too much." Perrin stared at him eagerly.

Cyrus looked stunned, as if he had just noticed that the other party had not spoken since he said "I like people who talk less".

After they emerged from the alley, the secret guard who had been following him fell behind them again, and Perrin took his hand and led him around the mall a few times.

Cyrus's mind was filled with things about Lord Su Tang and the basement of the palace. He had almost no recollection of which shops they had visited or what they had seen.

The only thing I remember clearly is the shop assistant's complicated look of shock and gossip.

Then Palin carried a pink gift bag whose contents were unclear, smiled, took his hand and walked out of the mall.

My eyes uncontrollably follow the movement of the fur tail that sometimes appears and sometimes disappears. The simulated wolf hair is distinct, fluffy and soft, and looks very nice to touch.

Cyrus now knew what the other party bought, but he couldn't understand why the clerk's expression was so strange at that time.

Perrin noticed the other person's gaze and a cunning look flashed across his eyes. He swung the wolf tail tied behind his waist even harder.

Cyrus suddenly woke up from his daze and pushed away the insects that were half-caged above his body. Now was not the time to think about these things.

Perrin was lost for a second, then he raised his lip and punched the other insect. There was only a tail between the two insects. He took off the invisible earphone clipped on his ear and put one on the other's ear, explaining, "Don't worry, my uncle will take care of it."

Maternal uncle?

The earlobe that was touched turned slightly red, and for a moment, Cyrus' eyes looked indescribably complicated.

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They thought they would complete the mission once they entered the community, but they didn't expect there would be a new round of waiting. They were stopped in the yard before they could even reach the door of their villa.

"Hey, now that you're here, why are you bringing gifts?"

Lao Liu walked up with a smile and took the gifts from the president and the assistant without saying a word.

The president and the assistant felt their hands suddenly lighten:...? ?

Maybe they were dumbfounded by the air-conditioning after staying in the guard room for too long, or maybe they were hungry and confused, but they actually forgot to put the gifts prepared for Admiral Gu Sen into the space on their bracelets.

The president, with a stiff expression, pulled the corner of his mouth and tilted his head to look into the villa, "Mr. Su Tang."

The smart butler Lao Liu turned around without any abrupt movement, completely blocking the other party's prying sight, and enthusiastically placed a drink and a meal in front of Yi Chong.

It curved its electronic eyes in pleasure and interrupted the president's question, "Please wait a moment, Master Su Tang is changing clothes."

"Master Su Tang heard that you two haven't had lunch yet, so she specially prepared this for you. Please enjoy it."

The president lowered his eyes, his pupils trembling, and his small but shining eyes reflected a variety of colors. It was impossible to tell which plant remains were used to create this sticky "delicious" dish.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and smelly, all five flavors mixed into a strange and wonderful atmosphere that fills your nostrils.

The hot mist instantly turned into the resentment emanating from the broken bodies that died with their eyes open, and it was trying to send them to hell.

"President, why don't you eat? You want to disappoint Master Su Tang's kindness. This will make him sad. Negative emotions are not good for your health. Your body, which has just recovered, will feel uncomfortable again. You may have to lie down for a long time and can't even go out. Do you want to kill Master Su Tang?"

The cold mechanical voice echoed in my ears, one sentence after another, full of oppression.

Although he didn't think that not eating Su Tang would really make him sad enough to get sick.

But the purpose of his coming here was to see the other party. If he didn't eat, he would probably have made a wasted trip.

A drop of cold sweat slid down from my forehead, and the hand holding the spoon shook like a sieve. When I closed my eyes, my sense of smell became amplified, and a burnt, bitter, and complex smell that was difficult to distinguish rushed into my nostrils.

Suddenly recalling the stench that had been surrounding him on the public aircraft, the president quickly put down the spoon in his hand, covered his mouth, and clenched his teeth to swallow the urge to vomit, for fear that Lao Liu would say something serious again.

After a long while, the president, whose face turned several shades paler, stammered and explained, “Thank you, Master Su Tang, I’m not hungry.”

Gululu~

Lao Liu put away his serious expression and smiled kindly, "Do you need me to feed you personally?"

President: ......

"Ugh, yue~"

He wanted to vomit but didn't dare to, and he didn't want to eat but was afraid that the other party would force him to eat. The president had probably never suffered such torture in his life.

Little did he know that this was just the beginning of his suffering.

While the other party was bending over to vomit, the young assistant openly poured the "delicacies" in the lunch box into the bag prepared in advance under the gaze of Lao Liu, tied it tightly and put it in the space on the bracelet. The action was quick and took less than two seconds.

When the president suppressed the urge to vomit and straightened up, he saw the empty bowl and chopsticks in front of the young assistant, and his eyes were shocked again.

"You, you, have you finished eating?!!!"

The assistant wiped the corner of his mouth, frowned slightly, as if enduring something, and imparted his experience to the other party, "President, just close your eyes and drink it."

In the villa, the little fat boy squatted in Wan Jiaxu's palm and rolled around, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up.

Under the indescribable look of the fake Su Tang, Wan Jiaxu touched his nose guiltily and said, "Perform normally, perform normally."

After the fake Su Tang heard this, the two insects smiled at each other.

"Are you ready? You can go out now."

Su Tang's gentle voice with a smile reached her ears.

Wan Jiaxu supported the weak "Su Tang" and the two slowly walked to the door.

"Is it not to your taste? Do you want to eat something else?"

The gentle voice was like the lingering spring breeze in April gently brushing the tender willow branches, but the content of the words was so terrifying that it made an insect feel like it was falling into an ice cellar.

"No, no, no."

The president repeatedly waved his hands to refuse, covering his twitching stomach with one hand, and looked in the direction of the voice. He seemed to be dazzled by the sunlight, or dazzled by the other party's outstanding appearance, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

In the dim light, the boy was wearing a white shirt and black pants, and was as tall and slender as he was when he first met him in the hospital.

Perhaps her health was really not good, her face was a little paler than before, and her bright red lips were the only bright color among her facial features. The collision of red and white was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Su Tang" raised the corner of her mouth, "What's the matter with the president coming here?"