The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

"That's not it." After Jiang Zhuo finished speaking, he planned to take advantage of his unpreparedness and run into the room, but the door was held down by the young man from behind.

"Lord Duke, do you have anything else to do?" Jiang Zhuo turned his head, raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and an attractive rebellion flashed across his delicate and cold face.

——Jiang Zhuo is a little unhappy now, isn't this a waste of his precious time?

And Lance lowered his phoenix eyes, took a panoramic view of his little expression, and subconsciously hooked his lips slightly: "Change your name, little princess."

"..." Jiang Zhuo was pushed against the door.

He was a little speechless for a moment.

Lance was not in a hurry, he stretched out his hand to play with Jiang Zhuo's long strand of blond hair, and a faint fragrance floated close.

The two were very close.

A little girl in a gorgeous princess dress just reached Lance's chest, holding the door behind her nervously with both hands.

A tall and slender man, dressed in an abstinent pure black military uniform, with military boots wrapping his tight calves, and on his spotless white gloves, he was playing with a strand of "girl" hair, so that he could take care of himself.

Lance bullied him, and put his other hand on the door above Jiang Zhuo's head.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help pursing his lips tightly.

I just wanted to call out expressionlessly.

Then a maid happened to pass by, and seeing the distance between the two of them, she couldn't help but let out a low cry, and hurried away with her head buried, as if she had seen something she shouldn't have seen.

Jiang Zhuo, who witnessed the maid fleeing quickly: "..." Hey.

Lance naturally also saw this scene, but his expression didn't take it seriously, his eyes turned back to Jiang Zhuo's face, and he said lightly: "Call."

Jiang Zhuo had to squeeze out between his teeth: "...Uncle."

There is a hint of gnashing of teeth in the soft cry, the voice of a teenager who has not yet reached the stage of voice change, which is pleasant to the ear.

Lance narrowed his eyes, inexplicably feeling a little cute.

I couldn't help reaching out again, pinching the child's soft dimple, and humming.

Jiang Zhuo, whose cheek was pinched again... endured it.

Then, Lance said in a low voice: "Hey, after that, you can draw well in school and make friends, so there's no need for it."

"Why?" Jiang Zhuo was alert, "You want to restrict me?"

"It can be understood in this way. After all, the nominal guardian is not the real one." Lance said in an understatement and withdrew.

Jiang Zhuo looked slightly astonished, and suddenly felt that he understood what he meant one by one

In the Middle Ages, there was another kind of people called slaves, who were subservient to everyone.

What Lance said about the guardian, he said it nicely, obviously treated him as a slave in disguise, forced him to wear Lolita skirts pervertedly, and restricted him from making friends.

This guy is just...

"Don't think too much." Lance said softly, restraining his reverie, "I'm just worried that you are not smart enough to be used by others."

Jiang Zhuo choked speechlessly, gritted his teeth almost invisible, and narrowed his blue round eyes.

Who is not smart enough?

Jiang Zhuo suddenly raised his hand, trying to pinch the man's cheek fiercely, but his hand was still in the air, and Lance sharply restrained his wrist.

"Are you bold?"

"Why can you and I can't?"

Lance seemed a little amused when he heard the words, "There is no reason, the fact is like this, I can order you, you can't do it the other way around."

hateful.

Jiang Zhuo was not reconciled, his wrist was finally released, and he suddenly grabbed Lance's neck recklessly, tiptoed, and took a bite hard.

The little tiger teeth were biting heavily on Lance's chin.

Jiang Zhuo deliberately lowered his voice and said: "Uncle, don't think too much, I'm a boy."

This uncle's cry was particularly soft, and Lance was slightly taken aback.

Jiang Zhuo hooked the corner of his lips and took the opportunity to sneak back into the room.

The only regret is that he didn't bite his mouth a little bit more because of anxiety. It's better to bite a blood mark and embarrass that perverted Duke Lance.

Later, because Jiang Zhuo went to school, the two lived a peaceful life for a long time.

During the day, Jiang Zhuo carried the drawing board on his back and was sent to school by people from the Duke's Mansion, while Lance handled official duties.

In the evening, Jiang Zhuo was busy finishing school homework, and Lance needed to study quietly, so there was not much intersection.

Only during dinner, when the two of them are at the same long table, would they occasionally "exchange" a few words—mostly because of Jiang Zhuo's rebellious provocation, but Lance generously didn't respond.

Time flies.

Fast forward to two years later.

It was Jiang Zhuo's 16th birthday at that time, and since he came to the Duke's Mansion at the age of 14, Lance spent every birthday with him. At the age of 14, he gave a book of poetry, and at the age of 15, he gave him a book of philosophy. At the age of 16, that is, this year, Lance has not returned to the Duke's mansion.

So Jiang Zhuo laid down on the silk bed and drew pictures bored—because Lance, the bastard, insisted that he wait until he came back before he could sleep.

Really not human.

If Lance hadn't behaved like a qualified breeder in other aspects in the past two years, he wouldn't have stayed until now.

After Jiang Zhuo complained silently, he concentrated on painting again.

He was wearing a loose, pure gray long singlet. The fine fabric fell on his waist to set off a beautiful curve of his body, and his increasingly refined eyebrows were full of concentration.Scattered over his shoulders was bright and soft slightly curly blond hair, lining the boy's delicate face, making him look like a slender and beautiful boy in an oil painting.When Lance came back in a hurry, this was the scene he saw.

He saw the boy lying on his stomach, his chin propped up with one hand, his slender legs dangling in the air, and the other hand holding a pencil to lightly sketch on the drawing board.The slender ankle bone swayed back and forth in a small way, which inexplicably made his heart warm up slightly.

Lance's fingertips holding the gift box tightened slightly without anyone noticing, lowered his phoenix eyes, knocked on the door lightly and walked in, saying, "I'm back."

"Oh." Jiang Zhuo glanced at him indifferently when he heard the words, and then returned to his painting.

In fact, he is not very used to being called Uncle Lance until now, so he simply doesn't call him anything.

On the other side, Lance gracefully took off his long coat, hung it up, and sat down by the bed.

"Happy birthday." Lance handed over a beautiful little silver box, and gently stroked his blond hair.

Jiang Zhuo immediately dodged, narrowing his eyes arrogantly: "Don't touch."

Then he took the gift, licked his bright red lips with the tip of his tongue, and opened it curiously: "What is it this year?"

Inside the box lay a silver chain of silver crosses.

Lance looked indifferent, sitting beside the prostrate teenager, his eyes downcast.

The silver chain looked perfect for Shirley, and it must look great on her fair, flawless skin.

"Like it?" he asked.

"Not bad." Although Jiang Zhuo answered in this way, the bottom of his beautiful blue eyes, like lake water, clearly had ripples of incomparable joy.

So Lance said, "I'll put it on for you."

"it is good."

Jiang Zhuo turned over and sat up, with his back facing Lance undefended.

The thin unlined garment reflects the silhouette of a teenager with butterfly bones.

Lance closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the young man's soft blond hair, revealing the white and fragile nape of his neck.

The fingertips could not help rubbing the shark on it a few times.

Jiang Zhuo flinched in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, look up." Lance's bony fingers came to his chin again and lifted slightly.

He easily opened the silver chain, and Lance put it on for him. The silver cross was just one centimeter below the collarbone, and the connected small rings fell on the nape of his neck.

The cool touch instantly spreads to the skin.

"Thank you." Jiang Zhuo turned around and said.

"Thank who?"

"Thank you...uncle." Jiang Zhuo looked away uncomfortably.

Lance pinched his chin in dissatisfaction, forcing him to look directly at him, lowering his long and narrow eyes and saying, "Say it again."

"..." Jiang Zhuo pursed his lips unhappily, and stared at him, "Thank you uncle."

In the past two years, he has grown up a lot. Even though his skeleton is still slender, it is slightly different from the previous soft girl.

Lance silently looked at the "little princess" he had raised for two years.

Now Shi Nai is no longer purely delicate, but also has a sense of blurred boundaries between children and teenagers.

There is both the innocence of a child and the arrogance and rebellion of a teenager.

Makes me want to...

What is he thinking?

For the first time, Lance had slight doubts. He didn't know what he wanted to do.

After a few seconds, Kankan withdrew his mind, and Lance said indifferently: "Okay, go to sleep, good night."

"Good night." Jiang Zhuo rarely replied obediently after receiving the gift.

After this night, Jiang Zhuo found that Lance had even less time to return to the Duke's mansion.

But it has nothing to do with him.

It would be better if Lance didn't come back.

But occasionally Jiang Zhuo would be a little lonely, hey, there was not even a provocative person when eating.

Lance also doesn't allow him to have close friends at school.

Fortunately, he has no interest in making friends.

Two years later, Jiang Zhuo finally looked forward to becoming an adult.

In the past two years, apart from the never-missing presents on birthdays every year, Lance almost never came back to stay with him.

Could it be that she was bored long ago and just waited for him to kick him out?

Jiang Zhuo was puzzled.

But soon, Jiang Zhuo had no time to think about this problem.

Because his graduation project won the highest level of awards in the country, the name Schneider began to emerge on various art lists.

People in this era appreciate romantic art the most. He quickly became famous and was busy being interviewed by various people.

But in order to avoid the matter of women's clothing being noticed, Jiang Zhuo refused all of them.

However, there are still pictures of him that have been circulated.

—The rumor spread to the court.

Four years later, Princess Katia's temper did not get any better, but worsened.

Originally, she was happy because Lance returned to the Duke's mansion less and less, but at this moment, she learned the bad news that the girl was famous all over the country and was sought after by people.

Katia immediately threw the teacup on the maid's face, and the hot water scalded the maid's face and even her eyes.

Katia didn't care, and said angrily, "Koliff, where's Kolliff?!"

Why does everyone like a bitch like that?She wants Cliff to kill that bitch!

Cliff rushed to hear the order, looked at the portrait for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed: "It's him!"

Only then did Cliff tell Katia what happened—Katia was not interested before, and they didn't care about the orphan's life or death.

After hearing that the "girl" turned out to be a boy, Katia looked extremely astonished, but after the astonishment passed, she curled her lips coldly:

"How dare you pretend to be a girl to seduce Your Excellency the Duke? It seems that there is a shortage of men."