I am straight!

Well, some peppers and ribs at the end. "

He just tossed me a business card and I ended up looking - it had the number of a supermarket on it.

"Just make this call and let them deliver it." He reached out and touched my head: "Don't worry about money, they won't take it."

"...It's unlikely that the supermarket is run by your family."

"Well, it seems to be under my name now."

"..." The wicked rich man.

I gritted my teeth angrily.

He added: "About your payment as my chef..."

"Ah, there is no need for that."

"If I take your money, it's not called repaying favors, it's called work—just let me have three meals a day by the way."

"Well, it's my honor to be able to eat at the same table as you."

"Ah, by the way, do you mind if other people in the dormitory also want to share a share?" I thought that if possible, I would bring An Ye to have dinner with me - he is so thin and small, It seems to be picky eaters.

"It's okay, as long as the portion is enough." He waved his hand indifferently, just in time to see me on TV helping him to drive away a small bug flying around him while he was asleep.

"...I just saw that you didn't sleep well," I laughed dryly, feeling a little embarrassed: "Cough, change the channel."

I was about to change the channel, but the remote control in my hand was taken away by him.

"...Hey..." Don't keep looking at me with such meaningful eyes, I feel uncomfortable.

"Decided."

"what?"

"I went to the news agency to ask for the master tape. Well, I have to keep these shots properly."

"...There is nothing to keep about that kind of thing!"

I watched on TV, carefully helping the sleeping Allah tighten his clothes to prevent him from catching cold, and helping the cute Bell adjust his position to sleep more comfortably... Am I really a nanny? !How embarrassing!

I was on the black line, trying to get the remote control back from Elliot, but was startled by the voice behind me.

"The chord..."

I trembled, and turned around to see An Zheng looking at me, expressionless, showing no emotion.

"...Uh, you're out."

"A chord..." He called me again.

"what?"

"...It's nothing." He also walked a few steps and sat next to me watching TV.

... This kid is usually not interested in TV at all.

On TV, I was serving these people to dinner, helping them clean up the oil stains one by one.

……………Why do I suddenly feel that my slavishness has been deeply engraved into my soul…

I was thinking about how to correct my slavishness, but I heard An said: "I want a copy, too."

So Elliot responded kindly.

"...Do you think I don't exist?!" I was angry.

"Do you want the chords too? Then make another copy."

"……I do not want·!"

Who wants something like a stain!

I sighed, feeling that the future was hopeless and the world was dark.

Ah, forget it, let’s take one step at a time in the future.

I stretched out on the sofa, feeling weak, and just wanted to find a place to sleep—I didn’t sleep well in the car in the afternoon, I was dreaming all the way, but I didn’t remember my dream when I woke up see what.

"Tired?" Ann asked me.

"kindness……"

"Then go to sleep for a while."

"The quilt is drying in the yard..." I yawned: "Ann...can you give me the room to sleep for a while..."

In fact, I didn’t expect him to agree. An actually has a bit of cleanliness—I just discovered it recently, but the strange thing is that he didn’t reject my approach, even though I was very dirty, he didn’t dislike me... ...but the others couldn't even get close to him.

"Okay." He nodded.

I was stunned, I didn't expect him to answer so simply, then I got up, looked at him for a while, and then dragged An to his room together: "Let's sleep together, you must not have slept well yesterday." It must be uncomfortable to sleep on my shoulder.

He nodded and glanced back at Elliot.

The guy was looking at me with a tilted head and smiling, but his eyes fell on An, which made me elusive.

...Forget it, this guy is covered in a layer of fog, so he can't see clearly, which makes people panic.

I entered Ann's room only to find out that the decoration of each room is different.

The color of this room is jumping, very lively, very energetic, and there are strokes of sunshine and creeks - very different from Ann himself, but I like it.

Only the bed was similar to the one in my room. It was big and long, and it kept exuding a tempting fragrance, which made me want to lie down and roll.

So I complied with my desire calmly and began to undress.

"...What are you doing!" Ann stared at me.

"...I...I take off my clothes..." I was at a loss.

"Why are you taking off your clothes!" An Nu gritted her teeth.

"You don't take off your clothes when you sleep?" I asked blackly.

"... Cough, you, you can take it off as soon as you want, can't you avoid it?" Young Master An knew he was wrong, but he still spoke stiffly, but his cheeks began to turn red, and the roots of his ears also turned red.

"..." They are all men, why should I avoid taking off my clothes...

I sighed, and sighed a bit: a child is too innocent to have seen the world—then simply went back to the room, changed into pajamas, and then returned to the young master's room.

Young Master An was still frozen there, his cheeks were flushed, when he saw me coming, he said angrily, "Go to bed soon!"

"... yes... obey..."

I simply pulled the young master, pushed him to lie down on the bed, covered the quilt, and hugged his waist tightly—forced sleep.

But having said that, the young master's figure is really suitable as a pillow.

Just the right size and the right temperature.

Why don't you come to rub the bed more often in the future.

I made up my mind, so I patted the young master on the back and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

The young master froze and did not dare to move.

I had expected this consequence, and hummed a song softly.

It was the same song I sang to the young master that day, about the mermaid in the deep sea.

The young master let out a soft 'huh', and then stopped talking, but his originally stiff body gradually softened, and he became less nervous—he seemed to really like this song.

Probably just after taking a shower, he has a very fragrant smell, like incense, but it's not, it's fresher than that, and it's more relaxing... Well, I'll ask what brand of bath he uses later dew.

...Yawn, stop humming, close your eyes, and fall into a deep sleep.

I woke up once in a haze, and Ann was still asleep next to me, but since I held his waist, I don’t know when it became him holding my waist.

He slept soundly, so delicate that one could feel the rare An Ran on his perfect side face.

I didn't want to disturb him, so I just yawned and continued to sleep.

When I woke up again, Ann was gone by my side.

I rubbed my eyes just in time to see the silent clock hanging on the wall.

Ah, it's 07:30 in the evening... Oops, I missed the time to make dinner.

...Forget it, let's start working as a chef tomorrow.

I got up lazily and went back to my room to wash and change clothes. When I arrived at the living room, I realized that the atmosphere was very bad.

Or rather, a little touch-and-go.

I patrolled back and forth, and finally found the source of the bad atmosphere.

An was sitting comfortably on the sofa in the living room, with a very impatient expression on her face. When she saw me, her ears were a little red again, but her expression relaxed a little.

Elliot also sat calmly on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, pointing his finger at his chin, looking with interest at the other two people who were confronting each other.

The confrontation, of course, is Claude and another guy who looks very strange.

Well, it was a confrontation, but in fact, only Claude was blowing his hair, and the other person basically didn't move, just stood there, looking back at Claude with what could be called 'calm and waveless' eyes.

That person has black hair and black eyes, and looks like a pure oriental race, but although his facial features are so exquisite that it makes people feel hairy, they still have a certain three-dimensional effect, and there are some shadows of mixed race - but this guy's attitude is absolutely indifferent , without any mood swings at all, which made me a little uncomfortable.

It feels... like a dead thing.

I frowned, ignoring the discomfort in my heart, and asked Ellie: "...is...the last roommate?"

Elliott chin, eyes flickering: "Well...Although they are roommates, they are not the last one."

"...Huh? Adding him, isn't it exactly five people?" I wondered.

"I just received the notice that another person will live in this dormitory... You seem to know him by the way."

"kindness?"

"Lal Silos Warlund—Ambrose's brother," he licked the coffee stains on his lips: "You should have seen it."

"Ah... ah!" Speaking of which, the relationship between Ann and his brother seems to be not good.

I glanced at Ann, and sure enough, he showed an impatient look again.

"In order to take care of my baby brother, I changed the dormitory specially - how about it, did you feel a little moved? An Jiang~" Ai Lue flashed her starry eyes, put her index finger on her cheek and pretended to be cute - I got goosebumps all over my body when I saw it - Because there is no sense of incongruity at all.

...How good is this guy's acting skills...

The author has something to say: In fact, sharing the same bed is really cute, isn't it... rolling.

Awww~! ! ! ! !When I read the comments just now, I saw a guide written by someone--

Well, if this is a game, there will be two options in this chapter,

Sleep in Ann's room, sleep in Elliot's room

So no matter which one you choose, you can get CG, especially if you choose Elliot, it will also trigger a 'blackout event'