How to trap a runaway puppy [Entertainment]

On the night when the recording of the program ended, the night sky in Paris was clear and full of stars.

After four full days of busy work, all members of the program group who hadn't slept well fell asleep.

At the same time, the Merovingian Manor near the city of Bordeaux in South France was still brightly lit.

After the show ended, Bertram saved some of the recorded images in a USB flash drive and brought them back to Lord Merovingian.

Bertram bowed respectfully, "My lord, please check it out."

Louis wiped his clean fingers with a handkerchief, raised his chin, and motioned for Bertram to put the video on the TV.

Although it is only the original film, it has not been edited yet.

But... In the eyes of his father, his little prince is perfect in every angle, and he is the best child in the world.

What is in the picture is his pride.

. . . was his gift from the hand of God.

"Bertram, I still feel that these four years have been a dream."

The foreign girl he met when he was young will meet him again 20 years later.

Standing beside her was a young man with the same eyebrows and eyes as her.

Bertram said softly, "I am glad for you, too."

Louis shook his empty wine glass, half-lying on the comfortable sofa, silently watching the little prince on the screen.

He is so smart.

So handsome.

so excellent...

"For more than 40 years, I have never thought of getting married and having children. My father and friends have also introduced me to many outstanding women, some of them are nobles, and some are not."

Louis paused.

"But I can't help fantasizing now."

"If my little prince has lived with me since he was a child, how would he feel about me, him, and Nuan Nuan?"

"Will he call me papa 20 years ago?"

"..."

There was silence in the private theater.

Occasionally, there are a few conversations in the video.

Bertram said: "When the young master Xiao was recording the program, relatively speaking, he still took great care of the little master."

Louis turned cold when he heard Master Xiao's words.

The man snorted coldly, and handed the wine glass to Bertram.

"Master Xiao? Tsk."

Bertram couldn't make up his mind, he didn't see Master Xiao a few days ago, he just obeyed his master's order and gave the young man some 'warning' when recording the program.

Louis was very dissatisfied, he raised his eyelids and looked at Yi Bo and Xiao He in the picture.

They rode horses together, drank tea, tasted wine, danced...

The picture is quite harmonious.

It was just someone's hand, dishonestly holding Yi Xiaobo's waist while dancing.

Although it is a normal dance, it is not pleasing to the Duke's eyes no matter how you look at it!

"take care of?"

Louie pointed at the hand coldly and pressed the pause button.

"This is taking care of?"

Bertram: "...the waltz is heavily slanted, indeed..."

It really is that jump.

Although it should be.

But Louie just wasn't satisfied.

"Why is my little prince a princess?"

"What company in Huaguo made that show?"

"Find me, and I'll talk to his person in charge?"

"outrageous."

Bertram remained silent, and said, "I didn't figure it out, but...at the end of the show, when he put on the crown, the director said that the young master is a prince."

Neither Louis nor Bertram's Chinese is particularly good.

Barely able to communicate with a few everyday words.

Well, but listening to the rules of the game that speaks very long and speaks very fast is almost interesting.

Louis didn't bother to look at the bastard standing with his little prince, and said, "Bertram, turn off the video."

"Good host."

Bertram obeyed, "May I ask if the master wants some red wine?"

"Not interested in."

Louis leaned lazily on the cushion, staring at a photo album in his hand.

It was one of the few things that Nuan Nuan brought with her when she came to France from China.

Inside are pictures of his little prince growing up.

Bertram knew that His Excellency the Duke would look through it every night recently.

"The little master has also worked hard these years."

Bertram said softly.

"Even when he was a student at the Royal Academy, he was not disqualified by any nobleman."

Louie nodded.

Of course he knew.

Even his little prince had just returned to France, to the Merovingians.

It is equivalent to the little prince and his peers who entered the noble life more than ten years later.

Children who have lived in this environment since childhood may not necessarily do well with those complicated etiquette norms.

Especially some people... Even Louis himself, at a rebellious age, would do many things that would cause headaches to his parents, elders, and family members, and deeply embarrassing actions.

The children of nobles never need to worry about their future life, so many children have been eating, drinking and having fun since they were young, and when they grow up a little bit, they can't leave alcohol and marijuana.

But his little prince never had one.

He learned knowledge very quickly. When he first appeared, no matter in terms of body shape, sitting posture, or demeanor, they were almost perfect and impeccable.

After a short period of guidance from a tutor, Yi Bo was able to go out to important occasions after only a few months, without stage fright, able to hold up the occasion and attract praise.

University grades are also very good, GPA4.0, graduated with all A's.

He is a treasure, hard to come by.

Therefore, even the staid old Merovingian—Louis' father—had a little recognition for this unexpected mixed-race junior after two years.

Others said that he, Louis de Merovingian, was unrestrained, disregarding family and blood, and was not a qualified Merovingian heir...

But I have to admit that Platinum de Merovingian is a good boy that no one of his age can match.

Louis sighed.

"But I also wanted him to be naive."

"When will he stop keeping a straight face and restraining his emotions?"

"At the age of 22, he has lived so obediently..."

too restrained.

Louis looked to Bertram.

"Outside the garden that day, only I saw what expression that Xiao He showed to Bo."

Louis smiled coldly.

"And my little prince is afraid of him."

Bertram was a little puzzled, "Is there such a thing? When I was on the show, I saw that they had a very good relationship."

What is naturally reflected in the video is harmony and harmony.

Louis shook his head slightly and frowned, "It's just what you saw."

……

Louis: "The little prince's character certainly has his own persistent and indifferent side. On the one hand, because of Nuan Nuan's illness, he wants to take care of her, accompany her, and want her to be happy, so he always restrains himself, and behaves maturely and calmly." Excellent. But..."

The man tapped the USB flash drive where the video was stored, and said, "This Xiao He, there is a problem."

After speaking, Bertram was also a little undecided.

"But after all, I think they have a very good relationship, and the young master still calls Master Xiao 'brother'."

"Tsk."

Louis lazily stood up, "I'd rather believe that there are ghosts in the world, than a mouth surnamed Xiao."

Bertram stepped forward to help the Duke tidy up some loose nightgowns and straps.

At the same time, someone knocked on the door of the movie theater.

Bertram opened the door and saw that the person who came was the doorman who was on guard today.

The guard said: "I'm sorry, my lord, there are guests visiting..."

"What kind of guest?" Bertram frowned, "Have you forgotten the rules? The master will not see anyone without an appointment."

The doorman was a little bit embarrassed, but he still said: "I know, but those two people said that they knew Madam...and gave this photo, strongly requesting to see the master now."

Bertram: "What?"

The doorman handed over a photo.

Above is a group photo of... four adults and one child.

Louis glanced at it and smiled coldly.

"Let them wait for me in the reception room."

As soon as the person surnamed Xiao was mentioned, the person surnamed Xiao came.

What a coincidence.

……

Reception room.

Bertram stepped forward to help open the door of the room.

Louis had no expression on his face, and walked in slowly.

There was no one sitting on the comfortable seat, and one of the two guests, a man with a calm temperament, was leaning on the bookshelf, holding a book in his hand and looking down.

Another woman stood quietly by the window sill with her arms folded.

Although she looked calm.

But that finger kept pointing back and forth on her arm, undoubtedly revealing the tension and anxiety in her heart.

It was Xiao Zheng and Ning Yiyu.

Louis walked into the room slowly, with a decent but insincere, even sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Look, the honored guest from afar is here..."

He moved his eyelids, "If you can be more polite and make an appointment in advance, I will give you some slightly better reception specifications?"

The meaning behind the words implies something.

It's about them dropping by without an appointment.

There are other bad manners.

And Xiao Zheng didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard this, and continued to read in silence.

Ning Yiyu couldn't hold back anymore.

She took a step forward, frowning.

"Isis?"

Incredible in the eyes of elegant women.

She looked this strange Frenchman up and down... In that strange face, only the eyes had a little familiar feeling.

"You are Isis Bolton???"

Louis took a step back to distance himself from her, uttering a few words arrogantly.

"Louis de Merovingian."

Ning Yiyu: ...

Xiao Zheng put down the book slowly. He seemed to have just finished flipping through the thick French book of origin in such a short time, and looked up at the man at the door.

Xiao Zheng said: "No wonder I always felt that your English was so poor back then."

Louis raised his eyes slowly: "What's the matter with you?"

Xiao Zheng: "So it's French, no wonder."

... Louis' eyelids twitched.

You must know that in Europe, the French are the ones who disdain to speak English the most.

At the same time, the British will laugh at them with the joke that 'the French don't speak English'.

"Do I need to speak English?" Louis didn't care, "British guys need to learn French to be worthy of talking to me."

Xiao Zheng sneered, "It seems that you were not the one who made a living in the club by singing to please the British."

……

……

Just after saying a few words, the two men met their gazes and narrowed their eyes dangerously at the same time.

Ah.

It seems that after such a short time, I went back to 20 years ago.

Louis sneered and waved his hand, "Bertram, you go out first."

Bertram: "...may I, my lord?"

"go out."

Louis seems to be quite patient, "Old friends catch up on the old days."

Bertram withdrew as promised.

There were only three adults left in the house.

Years go by, 20 years in the blink of an eye,

They are graceful and well-dressed...

however.

At this moment, the others disappeared, and they suddenly took off their hypocritical masks at the same time!

Back to the age when each other was young and energetic——

They don't like each other.

Louis didn't bother to flirt with him anymore, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, I used to make money by myself, but you only relied on money from your family to raise women and children. In your 20s, you're a baby who hasn't grown up, it's embarrassing!"

Xiao Zheng has a very high status in Huaguo, and no one would dare to talk to him like that.

He is also strong himself.

But today... the painting style changed suddenly.

Xiao Zheng also sneered: "Am I ashamed? Back then, I was the chairman of the Cambridge student union, I was the chairman of the fraternity, and I was also at the top of the Forbes outstanding youth list... Where were you at that time?"

He paused for a moment, word by word, "Run away from home, change name and surname, dare not even say what his own name is, who is ashamed of himself!"

Xiao Zheng pointed to the super thick book that had just been put down.

It is "Merovingian Family History"

"Are you still in the family tree?"

……

……

Seeing the two serious childish ghosts quarreling among elementary school students in a hut with no outsiders, they couldn't stop yelling, Ning Yiyu endured it for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Shut up. We'll talk about your men later."

Xiao Zheng kept silent.

Ning Yiyu frowned and looked at Louis.

"So Nuan Nuan has been here all these years? Then, where is she?"

The author has something to say:

Today's small theater~

Baba (indifferent): That Xiao He.

Baba (disgusting): This is Xiao He.

Baba (expressionless): The surname is Xiao, tsk.

Little milk dog: papa~

Baba (kindly): Dear~