King of home technology

"Wow—beauty, you actually came to my house!"

In the ancient aristocratic castle in the southeast of Venice, an unbelievable shout came out.

"Harvey... pay attention to your etiquette." Stefano Nichols, who was sitting at the head seat at the end of the table, put his index finger on his lips to remind him, his movements were elegant and solemn.

Harvey Nichols twitched the corners of his lips when he heard the words, let out a thousand-fold "Oh~" and fell silent.

That incomparably talented designer would be honest and obedient in front of Stefano Nichols, besides, didn't he always deny that he came from the aristocratic Nichols family?From this point of view, the relationship between the two should still be very close... Mo Guangxia who couldn't figure out the cause and effect was completely in a state of confusion.

"It's rare that you're willing to come back to this house. Come on, sit and have dinner together." Stefano Nichols glanced at him lightly, before he spoke, "Come here, add a set of tableware for the young master."

"Who said I want to have dinner with you?" Harvey Nichols standing in front of the restaurant raised his eyebrows coldly.

"It's impolite to refuse to eat in front of the guests when you come into the dining room during mealtime." The man on the chair slightly squinted his eyes, "I don't remember that the family motto of the Nichols family educates children like this precedent."

"Don't use the surname Nichols to pressure me." Harvey Nichols straightened his neck and sneered, "Only when you are like this will you admit that I am a child of the Nichols family."

"You are not too young, don't say such capricious things..." Stefano Nichols gracefully picked up the knife and fork, and cut open the filet in front of him, Stefano Nichols looked up at him calmly, "You have the blood of the Nichols family on your body, just You are destined to bear the responsibility for the rise and fall of this family, you cannot escape, my dear...brother."

……younger brother? ...Ah?

Mo Guangxia, who was sitting aside and continued to be puzzled, finally realized when he heard this address.

It turns out that these two are brothers, no wonder everything they do is a little... and very... uncomfortable.

Although it's not kind to stay at someone's house and eat someone's dinner secretly complaining, but he really wants to say something from the bottom of his heart-the two bad personalities of pretending and locomotive really have a tendency of family inheritance. .

"Forget it, don't be awkward. I don't want to make you unable to come to the stage in front of the guests, besides, it is really rare for you to go home." After a moment of silence, Stefano Nichols eased his tone, and stretched out his hand to signal the seat next to him, "Sit over and join me Let's have dinner with Mr. Mo."

"..."

Sitting in the seat, Mo Guangxia felt guilty for a while.I thank you two, can you not drag me to the back of your family disputes?

Harvey Nichols turned his face away in disdain, snorted out of his nose, and finally began to move towards the dining table reluctantly.

"I declare in advance, I only eat at the same table with you for the sake of the beauty."

"Puff—cough cough cough—" Mo Guangxia spat because of the kid's statement, and before he had time to swallow the tea, he choked it all into his nasal cavity because of the snort, which made him extremely uncomfortable , Choking endlessly.

"Guangxia, are you alright?" Harvey Nichols hurried to his side, tapped his back, handed tissues and water.

Stefano Nichols watched from across the table with folded arms, an imperceptible gleam in his eyes, then sank again.

"Uh... thank you... I'm fine." Mo Guangxia took a breath, and raised his hand to greet Harvey Nichols who was still handing him a tissue.

"You're welcome..." The man put his hands on his shoulders, blinked his blue eyes, and instantly revealed his charming demeanor, "In any case, we met first. Old friends should take care of each other."

Mo Guangxia raised his forehead again. "Old friend"... Thanks to him being able to say it.

In front of him, why does this famous and talented designer always seem to have apoplexy from time to time... Squeeze out all kinds of strange words.

Lord, you should take me away.

"Harvey, you bastard! Take your paws off Guangxia's shoulder!!!" With a shout, a figure rushed in at the speed of light, and jumped onto Harvey Nichols' back in an instant.

The unsuspecting man jumped forward due to inertia, and kept his balance by supporting the table.The hand on Mo Guangxia's shoulder also moved away naturally.

Seeing clearly who the person was rushing towards, Mo Guangxia was dumbfounded—this kind of Xia Luo was really unheard of, and his wife was too tough!

"Mr. Mo, don't mind. Their uncles and sisters-in-law have a very good relationship, and they will fight like this when they meet. You can regard this as a special way of greeting between them, just get used to it."

Stefano Nichols glanced at the two people's farce with a half-smile, and then turned his head lightly to explain.

"Uh... um..." Mo Guangxia recovered from his astonishment and nodded, hesitating a little, "...OK."

But this strange and distorted family relationship may be hard to get used to...

Next to him, the playfulness of uncle and sister-in-law continued.

"Charlotte, you stole the shampoo I left in the bathroom again! Your fiancé is so rich, wouldn't he buy it with his own money?"

"You framed me! I obviously bought it myself, okay? You still have the nerve to say me, who promised to give me a new style of handbag last time, but in the end it didn't count and gave it to Lushui lover? It's fine if she's a beauty...then mother...does the beauty look like him..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly turned her head and smiled brightly at Mo Guangxia, "I'm sorry, Guangxia, this kid always reneges on his debts, and it's rare for me to catch him and I must settle it properly...don't mind."

Mo Guangxia shrank back in fright, and waved his hands again and again, "It's...it's okay...Senior...you continue..."

Harvey Nichols yelled at this moment, "Stefano, if you didn't choose so many ladies and ladies, why did you choose this wild woman of unknown origin? With her alone, can she be the mistress of the Nichols family?"

"Damn, you still dare to speak disrespect to me, who is the wild woman of unknown origin? If you don't explain it to me today, I will let Piccola fuck your beauties one by one!"

……

"..." Mo Guangxia, who was watching the continuous escalation of the war, covered his forehead because of this conversation with JP, feeling dizzy.

"Enough! No more trouble!"

Stefano Nichols at the host's seat finally stopped his voice, his voice was very quiet and majestic, "I can say anything in front of guests, are there any rules in this house?"

"..." Harvey Nichols turned his head back, squinting his eyes angrily, "If you can't control your own woman, you should stop bluffing people with rules."

As the elder brother, the man raised his eyes expressionlessly, and raised his lips: "Who said I can't control it anymore?"

"Piccola..." Xia Luo raised her eyebrows, "It's all him..."

"Okay, the farce between you two is over here, sit down and eat for me first!" Stefano Nichols suppressed the renewed flames of war with one sentence, and ordered the housekeeper who looked down and ignored the scene just now, "Let the kitchen deliver the main course Come up."

The restaurant finally returned to silence.

"Hey, Harvey..." Putting down the red wine in her hand, Xia Luo tugged at the sleeves of the man who was eating sullenly beside her, "My dress...have you finished it?"

"Hmm." Harvey Nichols frowned, and glanced at his brother opposite, "If he didn't come back to give you clothes, who would want to look at this dead face."

"Don't pay attention to him." Looking at her fiancé with a smile on her face, Xia Luo turned around again, "Have you thought of a way to properly deal with 'Lucia'? Is it really that powerful?"

"Of course, didn't I say, as long as you give me three days, I will definitely not let you down."

Satisfied with such an exclamation, Harvey Nichols straightened up and touched the corner of his mouth with a napkin, "Who am I? Produced by Harvey Nichols - it must be a boutique."

"Wow... so great!" Xia Luo, who was usually gentle and gentle, suddenly turned into an NC loli, and hugged her neck in excitement, "Harvey, sister-in-law really didn't hurt you for nothing."

"Hmm...cough cough cough..." Mo Guangxia coughed again when he saw that the two people who had a bloody feud just now turned into loving relatives and friends.

This time it wasn't water that got stuck in his throat, but a piece of filet mignon just put in his mouth.

Eating a meal is more lively than watching a play. It seems that the real aristocratic life is not as boring as the rumors say.

The problem is that if you are choked by such a sudden reversal of the situation every day, don't you worry about dying young?

He peeked at Stefano Nichols, who was eating calmly and elegantly, and felt a little envious of his tenacious vitality.

A dinner full of dramatic violence and aesthetics finally came to an end.

Mo Guangxia lay exhausted on the big bed in the guest room on the second floor, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

The room with mid-century low-key luxury decoration is too empty, and the floral veil is lined with purple fiat fabric curtains to block the moonlight outside the window.

The first day of his solo trip was so extraordinary that he felt as if he had accidentally fallen into a tree hole hiding a fairyland.

There is no one to share this complicated feeling... Mo Guangxia faced the ceiling, feeling a little lonely suddenly.

It was late at night, and everything was quiet.

The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and a figure quietly came to his bed.

"Mo Guangxia...Mo Guangxia...wake up..."

Mo Guangxia opened his eyes in the slumber of drowsiness—the wind blew the curtains and let in the moonlight, and the person beside the bed was pale and his outline was blurred.

For a moment—

"Ahhhhhh——" Mo Guangxia jumped up from the bed with a scream, "There is a ghost!"

"Uh...don't yell, it's me!" Mr. Ghost rushed to cover his mouth, "Look clearly, it's me."

Uh... I can hear it, it's Harvey Nichols' voice.

"Why did you come to my room like this in the middle of the night?"

"Where is your room?" The man who broke into the house at night changed his face and glared at him, "This is my house... Although Stefano is in charge, at least half of this place is mine..."

"Tch! Childish! Then you can't trespass into other people's bedrooms in the middle of the night... After all, the right to use this room belongs to me now." Mo Guangxia frowned, defending his rights on his own ground.

"Then, as the master, I can ask you to do a little favor to replace the rent, isn't it okay?" Harvey Nichols's blue eyes narrowed slightly, showing a sense of glamor and beauty.

"It's really difficult for you to dig people out of bed in the middle of the night. You can't..."

Before he finished explaining the truth, he was interrupted by the other party, "I just love what is difficult for the strong."

Mo Guangxia pursed his lips, "...what on earth are you going to do?"

"No, you promise me to help first."

Being disturbed like this, I couldn't even sleep.What's more, the pair of blue eyes above were still staring at him, and their eyes became deeper and deeper... If he persisted like this, he was worried that he would drown in it...

Alas, the so-called people have to bow their heads under the low eaves.Mo Guangxia sighed, and had no choice but to respond: "Yes, yes, yes..."

"Great! Quick, put this on!!!"

A soft white gauze fell from the sky, covering Mo Guangxia tightly.

After finally breaking free from it, he picked up the dress with black lines on his face.

"Harvey Nichols, what are you doing here in the middle of the night asking me to change my wedding dress? Isn't playing with me once enough?"

"I've never 'played' with you..." Harvey Nichols spread his hands and smiled mischievously.

wipe!Why are word games so popular recently?Mo Guangxia silently turned his head away.

"I'm going to do some final revisions, and I can't find a model. In the whole manor, only your skeleton is similar to hers, so I came to ask you for help."

Harvey Nichols' voice suddenly had a trace of serious emotion, "This is Xia Luo's wedding dress...

Mo Guangxia turned his gaze back to the man in front of the window who was looking at his hands. The moonlight was lightly staining his slender fingertips, like a magic wand capable of inducing miracles.

He...does he also like Xia Luo?

Strange horses win love, diplomatic marriages, grievances between rich and powerful families... Wow!Mo Guangxia was suddenly overwhelmed by his own imagination.

"You... don't you like Senior Sister Charlotte, do you?" My head got hot, and I didn't know why.

"How is it possible?!" As if hearing a big joke, the pensive person in front of the window suddenly turned around and glanced at him coolly from the corner of his eye, "What's on your mind? You've read too many BL novels and NC fairy tales. "

Pushing the white gauze back into his hand, Harvey Nichols raised his chin and urged impatiently: "Put it on quickly, there's so much nonsense! You two are the only ones of the same species in this manor... Besides, your waist It's almost as thin as hers, and her breasts are almost as flat as yours... Who can I find if I don't ask you?"

Species...can you sue this man for racial discrimination?Forget it, I don't know him as well...

"You can go directly to Xia Luo..."

"Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? In the middle of the night, let me run to the room of the fiancée... You can figure it out..."

Uh - that's true...the problem is...

The attitude is still so bad, the mouth is still so poisonous, and the whole body is so disgusting... How could you think he is a good person just for a moment...

Mo Guangxia silently imagined the whole process of turning the wedding dress into a three-foot white silk and strangling this stinky man to death.

"Such a perfect dress needs to be changed! Are you too fussy?"

An hour later, standing on the chair, Mo Guangxia's back was sore and he was yawning profusely.

"Don't move around, or I won't be able to fix it. Don't say I didn't tell you, these rubies are priceless... If you move around and I can't fix them firmly, if they fall and lose them, you will be sold as a slave for ten lifetimes." Sorry!"

This kind of thing should be stored in the safe of the bank, and it must be hung on the clothes. Who can blame it if it is lost?

Unable to communicate with the extravagant and wasteful aristocracy, Mo Guangxia has learned to "forbear" and simply turn his head to look at the moon.

"Charlotte... is Stefano's chosen bride..."

During the final adjustment, the man moved his sore wrist, and suddenly said a word without beginning or end.

"Huh?" Mo Guangxia turned his head, "What did you say?"

"I mean...the reason why I worked so hard to make this wedding dress is because I don't want my design to be criticized on the surface, but actually it's because I want them to have the most beautiful wedding and be happy...after all Stefano he's mine..."

After hesitating for a moment, Harvey Nichols' eyes fell directly on his face, and he uttered two words clearly - "Brother."