What to do if your crush is the Earl

The next day, Martin's matter really hit the headlines again.Still funny headlines:

Believe it or not: The great writer was trapped by love, and was arrested and imprisoned for throwing money in the slums.

He spoke clearly and logically, and even guessed a thing or two about the reason why he saw Martin and his lover quarreling earlier.

Later, a bunch of people followed suit and commented that Martin openly took same-sex couples to and from restaurants and other places.

Some people even took out the poems written during the Martin University period and commented on them, and finally concluded that they were nothing.

The madness and arrogance of his tone are even worse than that of Martin.

"Sir, he didn't get up until 11 o'clock, and then he got up and had a breakfast, and then went back to sleep." The maid said with some concern.

Xiao Sheng thought, it's also good to avoid the limelight.

He looked at the newspaper on the desktop, and there was a small page on it: Sadril's relationship broke down, is it true or not?

In the corner of the screen, there was also a photo of the two on the big steps of Sarcheda Square, with a text saying that the two were arguing.

Sir, is it because of this that you are in a bad mood?

When Martin woke up from his nap, Xiao Sheng was standing beside his bed, and slightly opened the curtains.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon?" Martin pressed his head, his green eyes looked out of the window where the sun was shining, and his expression was a little dazed.

"Yes, sir, would you like some afternoon tea?"

Martin shook his head.

"Is someone coming for me?"

"not at all."

Martin sat up and walked to the window. The scenery outside the arched window was full of the splendor of autumn.

He looked back at Xiao Sheng and smiled: "The weather is fine, let's go to the lake."

The lake is in the northeast of the manor, and the water is drawn from the Wana River. The lake is cool and thorough, and the cool breeze is blowing by the lake.

Martin was lying in the rocking chair, looking at the distant scenery casually. The bushes were connected by the lake, winding and twisting. Occasionally, egrets flew from the forest.

"What a view."

Xiao Sheng brought a thin blanket and put it on Martin: "Sir, be careful of catching a cold."

Martin hummed lightly.

"Is there any news about me outside?"

Xiao Sheng paused for a moment, hesitated and said, "...Yes."

Martin snorted lightly: "I know what they're talking about even if you don't mention it, let them talk. Hundreds of billions can't stop the newspaper's mouth."

The next three days were extremely light and comfortable.

Martin resumed a regular routine, got up early and had breakfast—usually bacon and toast, then went to the study to read, drink some tea, take a nap in the afternoon, go for a walk by the lake in the afternoon, or write in the study, but No matter what he did, Martin would always let Xiao Sheng accompany him. In the evening, he would pour a glass of fine wine, listen to Xiao Sheng's recitation, and correct some grammar and pronunciation mistakes along the way.

"Yes...z...not...s..." When correcting, Martin's body was naturally very close, and the words in the book were drawn between his fingers. There was a faint scent of pine wood on his body, and he turned his head to look at Xiao. Health, with a gentle smile on his face.

Xiao Sheng was embarrassed and flustered, and a little stupefied, his pale cheeks were also flushed.Under the slightly rigid monocle, there seemed to be water in the eyes: "I'm sorry, sir."

Martin wasn't bothered, just amused.

"Where are you going in your studies?"

"Huh?" Xiao Sheng paused, realized what the other party was asking, lowered his head and said, "Junior high school."

"Why didn't you continue?"

"Zhan Luan, we moved, and there are economic reasons..."

Martin lowered his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Do you want to continue studying?"

"Ok?"

"I can teach you," Martin said.

Shocked and delighted, Xiao Sheng raised his head to look at the handsome face of Si Ye Nian that day, his heart pounding.

Martin smiled and was about to continue to say something when a waiter interrupted from outside the door: "Sir, Mr. Wendy has come to visit you and is waiting in the living room."

When Martin and Xiao Sheng arrived at the living room one after another, the young man who was looking up at the paintings on the wall turned around, with a clear smile in his lake blue eyes:

"The last time I came at night, I didn't expect you to still have this painting."

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