What to do if your crush is the Earl

Bremen was obviously concerned about the whereabouts of the "general" he had just abducted, so he greeted Martin in his ear and left to search for him.

Martin looked at the two on the porch.

Riel's eyes also looked at each other:

"Brother, can we talk?"

The eyes are soft and deceptive, and there seems to be lake water rippling in the light blue eyes.

But Martin was not fascinated. On the contrary, he thought about it very carefully, and then nodded.

The location has been changed, and it is not in this noisy environment anymore.

Martin talked to the owner of the salon and was about to leave the table.Many people came up to say goodbye to Martin, and someone saw Riel beside him, and after asking, they also greeted in surprise and reverence.

Riel is now a well-known young artist in China. With the recommendation of the famous painter Banan before, Riel took advantage of his status to promote his paintings with ease at the upper level. At this time, he is also in the limelight, and his name is in the upper class. It has been heard of in related circles.

Some people are also well-informed, and they also brought out the relationship between Martin and Riel when they were seniors at the University of Denton, talked about it, and praised both of them and the University of Denton.

In a serious social occasion, the two had to deal with it together, chatted and laughed for a while, and the way they stood together looked quite right from a distance.

"I heard," a man suddenly said, "Mr. Martin and Mr. Riel are lovers. Is there such a thing?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone around was amazed.

Martin was silent for a while, and was about to answer, Riel said with a smile: "Brother and I are just classmates, and the friendship is relatively deep. When we were in the Acropolis, we often went out in pairs, which may be misunderstood."

The young man had a decent and gentle smile, and the people around him didn't know much about it, so they were soon convinced of this statement.

Martin glanced at him thoughtfully, and didn't say much more.

"So that's the case. Both of you are outstanding talents. You can exchange ideas and exchange ideas. It will be beneficial hahaha."

……

Finally dealt with a thousand people and so on.When they walked out of the hotel, Riel's little waiter helped him hold the jacket and jacket, chased him out and put it on for him.

"Brother, are you unhappy?" He asked.

"No," said Martin, "you're doing very well."

A hurt expression flashed in Riel's eyes: "Am I now such a character that I can't avoid in the eyes of senior brother?"

"Xiao Rui," Martin finally changed his cold and indifferent face, and said sincerely, "You have what you want now. If what you want to talk about is between us , then it is no longer necessary. You and I know each other where we are now."

Riel's hands clenched tightly in his sleeves, but there was still a smile on his face: "Of course not, I do have important matters to discuss with my brother. After all, -- we are also on the same rope in the network of political interests other than emotions. Isn’t it a grasshopper, Lord Sade?”

Martin squinted his blue eyes, looked at him for a long time, but finally did not speak.

Xiao Sheng had already brought the coachman and the carriage over. Martin boarded the carriage and turned around and asked, "I believe Mrs. Wendy should have her own carriage?"

Riel smiled: "Yes."

All the way to Martin's temporary residence in the royal family.

The design of the palace is dignified, including gardens and backyards. The decorative plants are neatly trimmed hedges, arranged symmetrically in all directions, very solemn and solemn.The white mansion is quietly located in the center, as beautiful as a virgin.

Entering from the hall of the mansion, going upstairs, Martin led Riel to the study inside the bedroom.

Before entering the door, Riel glanced at Xiao Sheng who was standing expressionlessly at the door, and sent a provocative look.

Xiao Sheng glanced at it indifferently and was not moved.

"Tell me, what are you looking for this time?" Martin asked after taking a sip of the tea he had prepared in the study.

"It's about the affairs of the Wendy family. I hope my brother can help me."

Martin looked out the window, thought for a while, then turned to look at him: "Tell me, what's going on?"

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Cultural Salon.

The bathroom at the end of the building.

"What's the matter with you, you've been to the toilet for so long?"

As soon as Breman entered the room, he saw Antoine in front of the yellow mirror. He was supporting both ends of the sink. His black jacket was thrown on the side table in a mess. The shirt on his upper body was open, revealing his chest and muscles. Come to the front line, inexplicably seductively seductive.

Briman sniffed subconsciously, and noticed that the other party was lowering his head, his face was covered with water droplets.And his face was pale, as if he was enduring pain.

"Ah Wan?!!" Bremen rushed over to support him when he realized it, "How are you doing?"

Antoine closed his eyes, and seemed to be a little fuzzy. He heard a familiar voice, leaned back, and fell half into Breman's arms.

"The wound hurts?"

"...um..." a very weak voice.

"#@%##..."

It was rare for His Royal Highness to curse a word that did not belong to the elegant language of nobles, "You wait for me, I will go out and call the doctor." After speaking, he was about to get up.

Antoine held his hand: "It's useless...it's useless, Beidi...the doctor has seen...and said...you can only take painkillers first."

Breman's eyes turned a little red from anger or distress: "Then what should I do?"

"You, just stay with me."

The light words came, making Bremen a little dazed for a moment.

He suddenly remembered what Martin said, and his heart was shaken.

After a while, His Royal Highness's soft voice seemed to have changed slightly: "Okay."