Mecha little prince

Whose hometown dish will be the royal meal?

Do you think your family lives in the Forbidden City?

Lin Chen laughed angrily.

He can be sure that his temptation has been completely seen through by the little black fan, and the other party is now pretending to be confused and walking him to play.

But it doesn't matter, I don't know if it is a game of cat and mouse or Jerry teasing Tom, he is willing to accompany it to the end!

Lin Chen agreed calmly, and amidst the cheers of everyone, under the resplendent crystal lamp, he ordered a plate of fried rice with eggs and a cup of delicious soup that he didn't know what it was—just In this way, it is also the standard of [-] per capita.

The restaurant probably saw that they were eating poorly, so they sent a few dishes of side dishes.

Everyone ate with gusto.

"It's so delicious. As expected of the royal meal! Sangsang chose well!" Du Rui expressed his heartfelt emotion.

The others nodded approvingly.

The egg fried rice with soup here is better than eating Buddha jumping over the wall outside.

The little prince is also very satisfied, although it is not the taste as imagined, but the delicate method does have a bit of memory.

He sincerely thanked Lin Chen personally: "I really seem to have tasted the taste of my hometown."

Lin Chen: "...as long as you like it." This act made him almost believe it.

That night, Lu Songbai called to ask about the progress.

Lin Chen asked angrily: "You set a KPI for me? How many indicators do I have to complete every week?"

Lu Songbai was so fierce that he couldn't understand it, and said aggrievedly: "It's the first time I asked."

"You still want to ask every day?"

"...Have you hit a snag?" The understanding between Faxiao is not fake.

Lin Chen said arrogantly: "Of course not, I have a very good relationship with him now, he trusts me very much, and we are so close, it's almost heart-to-heart!"

If there was no stubbornness of dying struggle revealed in the tone, he would almost believe it.But Lu Songbai knew that Lin Chen belonged to the type of person who desperately wanted face and suffered, so he didn't expose it, so he asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yes." Lin Chen made the condition unceremoniously, "I want to know the specific content of that experiment."

"You know it's impossible."

"How do you know it's impossible if you didn't report it?"

Lu Songbai thought: I know it's impossible to make a report, isn't it just knowingly committing a crime?It's not that he thinks his head is too hard, so he insists on hitting it with blood dripping.

"If you change the conditions, I will promise you."

Lin Chen said without hesitation: "I want to take him back to his hometown."

Lu Songbai was thinking, if he slaps himself, will Lin Chen soften his heart—he is not a hard-headed one, but a hard-spoken one, saying "I will promise you", he tentatively asked: "And the second Three choices?"

"Yes, I have."

Lu Songbai was uneasy.Lin Chen is so talkative today that he has to suspect that he is caught in a serial trick.

Lin Chen sneered: "You, you." You can do it, you come.

Lu Songbai: "..." There is no KPI, what the hell is he being obsessed with today, why must he make this call?

"I'll try to help you apply for a revisit."

Thinking about it carefully, it would be a good strategy. If Sang Wuxia had fake amnesia, there might be new actions near the military area. If it was true amnesia, revisiting his old place might awaken his memory.

Lu Songbai's executive ability is top-notch, Lin Chen hung up the phone and went to take a shower, and when he came back, he received the news that everything was done, but the visiting time was fixed - tomorrow morning from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-].

Lin Chen looked at his watch—it was nearly midnight.

So, after six hours, he will forcibly wake up the little black fan from his sleep, stuff him into the car without hesitation, and send him to the military area?

... People do things? !

Lin Chen closed his eyes depressedly, and then sent a text message to the little black fan: Are you asleep?

The little prince hadn't slept when he received it. He was lying on the bed studying how to be a qualified black fan, for example, to find fault with the other party's eggs.

Can this text message be picky too?

The little prince thought for a while with the phone, and replied: Your question has no subject.

Lin Chen:? ? ?

Whoever accepts it is the subject, do I still need to write it?

The little prince: Question marks can't be used like this.

After posting this article, the little prince felt that today's anti-follower task had been clocked in and he could turn off the lights and go to sleep, but Lin Chen obviously didn't want to let him go so easily.

Lin Chen: You come out.

Little prince: ...

Zhen Ping'an taught this, if someone tells him not to leave after school or asks him out, it's probably for a fight, so don't agree, tell the teacher.

But for the sake of Lin Chen taking him to the royal meal at night, the little prince felt that he could still agree.

If you really want to... spar, it's not impossible for him to accompany you.

The little prince came out excitedly with his mobile phone in hand.

Lin Chen stood under the lamp in the corridor, his black silk pajamas made him look a bit lazy at night, his always sharp eyes narrowed slightly, not like a sword, but like a hook.

The little prince didn't know why, but he thought of a maid next to the empress.

He once caught her throwing herself into the arms of the prince's elder brother, and he used this kind of hook-like eyes.Only later, the maid was never seen again.At that time, he was still young, and the queen mother said lightly that the court lady was clumsy and stumbling, so she sent her to another place.

Thinking about it now, that maid was actually seducing the prince's elder brother.

only……

Why did Lin Chen meet her eyes?

Can't help but doubt its purpose.

Lin Chen couldn't help but rubbed his eyes that were a little dry after using for a day, and when he looked up, he saw the little black powder looking at himself from a distance of two or three steps, and he was shocked.Suspected of stealing the axe, he subconsciously replaced the little prince as a spy.

Isn't the little black fan ready to pretend?About to showdown?Does he know that his identity has been exposed?

And the little prince quickly gave up his doubts about Lin Chen.In another world, not to mention that Lin Chen didn't know his identity, even if he knew it would be useless, he still earned money by working for him.

"What did you call me out for?"

Seeing that the little prince was tense and relaxed, Lin Chen became more and more sure of his guess.

Sure enough, it is the rhythm of the finale.

The opponent's force value is so high, it is easy to kill him to silence him.

Thinking of this, he was suddenly very sad.

This heartless little thing, I have been so kind to him, forgave his rudeness several times, sent him money, and helped him solve his friends' troubles, but in his eyes, he might just be a tool to be used people.

Forget it, the showdown is the showdown.

Lin Chen said disheartenedly, "I found the mobile phone number you gave me."

The little prince's eyes lit up: "Have you found anyone?"

"I found it. The place where you were injured was near the military area. A soldier happened to see you. He called an ambulance to take you to the hospital."

The little prince asked excitedly: "Then can I see him?"

Lin Chen said, "It's not convenient for him."

The little prince said: "It's okay to call, I want to know how I was injured at that time."

"You... don't know how you got hurt?" Lin Chen squinted his eyes, looked him up and down, trying to find signs of his lying.

The little prince looked at the hook-like eyes of the other party, and quietly took half a step back: "I have amnesia, I don't remember at all. I don't even know how I got here."

"Then do you know where you were before you lost your memory?"

"I know, I'm..." The little prince opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly stopped, his face slowly became flustered, "I seem to be having dinner with father... father and mother? No, no, I went out later, yes Yes, I went out with a lot of people, where did I go? I went..."

The picture of him traveling in a chariot came to mind.

He held his head and slowly squatted down.

The memory suddenly went dark.

He had a hunch that the lost memory was very important!Very important!

"Sang Wuxia?"

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, Lin Chen hurried over to help him.

The little prince hugged his leg: "Can I go and see where I was injured?"

Right in the middle.

Lin Chen said, "Leave at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

The memory fragments in the little prince's mind were too scattered, which made him knock his head upset, but just after he knocked, Lin Chen caught him.

Lin Chen sighed: "Don't knock, the more you knock, the more stupid you will be."

The little prince looked at him with big watery eyes: "Oh, thank you."

"Have a good sleep, maybe I will remember it tomorrow." Lin Chen sent the little prince back to his room. Yang Huacheng was probably too tired, not only fell asleep early, but also snored.

Lin Chen frowned slightly, and blurted out, "Do you want to sleep in my room?"

After speaking, you should regret it but don't regret it too much.

Just now, the empty eyes of the little black fan really hit him.

If he was really a spy, with his acting skills, he wouldn't be wronged if he was deceived.

But Lin Chen is more and more inclined to... the little black fan really has amnesia, and really doesn't know why he appeared near the military area.

The little prince shook his head: "No need, I'm used to it."

Yang Huacheng actually loves to snore so much?

It was a casual suggestion, but now it is a bit more serious.

Lin Chen said: "Didn't you say it earlier? You have to do so much homework every day and play games, how can you not sleep well at night? How about this, you stay in my room for one night today, and I will change your dormitory tomorrow. "

The little prince didn't realize it, how could it be that he had to change dormitories.

In this matter, Lin Chen was very resolute, he closed the door directly, and dragged him back to his room.

Before he moved in, his room had been carefully designed and decorated. In the middle of the room was a big bed measuring two meters by two meters. The little prince lay on it, and couldn't help feeling comfortable.

Lin Chen looked at the young man lying on his bed, suddenly became nervous for some reason, hesitated for a long time, and took out a quilt from the cupboard.

The little prince looked at the quilt, very puzzled: so thick, it should be a big quilt that is only used in cold winter, right?

He kindly reminded: "Will it be too hot to build this now?"

Lin Chen spread out the quilt, covered himself, and wrapped himself up tightly: "I'm afraid of the cold."

The little prince lay suspiciously hugging the quilt for a while, then suddenly turned over, touched Lin Chen's head, and felt sweat in his hands: "You are sweating."

Lin Chen was so hot that his mouth was dry, and he tried to hold on: "Well, sweating."

The little prince thought for a while and said: "Bearded coaches were also prone to sweating in the past, probably because of kidney deficiency."

Lin Chen: "..."

No, he just felt a little... guilty for some reason.