prince and his shield

Planning to soak the hot water in Royston, who has thoroughly messed up the naive drivers, and wrap it in hairy pajamas, and sleep in the dark, the sun and the moon don't know.

He was still dazed when he was awakened by the knock on the door.

"Mr. Bowen, are you awake?" Steve stayed up all night, looking for a book to read in the living room.

It's very new, and you can tell it's just pretending at first glance.

Royston hugged his head and stared in bewilderment, why did he fall asleep yesterday?

Fell asleep……

"We have to go." Steve opened his notepad, "otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the rehearsal of the show."

Royston hugged the quilt, who is at the door?Who is he?What are you doing?

The unhurried knock on the door continued, the urging meaning was not obvious, but he would not give up anytime soon.

Royston went to answer the door: "It's annoying."

Steve moved his hand away from the door, frowning.

It was strange that he didn't notice Royston walked behind the door immediately.

It was the same last night, and he didn't realize that Royston was at home for the first time.

Royston saw the person clearly, his memory came back, and he slammed his mouth: "You, someone you love?"

Steve pursed his lips: "Mr. Bowen, you should start now."

Royston let out a sigh, he slept soundly last night, he didn't seem to have been drugged.

So this person really has no evil thoughts?

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the collar of the person in front of him, dragging it to his face: "Do you like me?"

Steve leaned forward and had to brace his hands against the door frame.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Mr. Bowen, I'm just your driver."

"Ah, really?" Royston let go of his collar boredly, yawned, and slipped out from under his arm.

Steve stroked his forehead. With such a character, he would not be surprised no matter how many people he provoked.

If possible, I really hope he can pay attention to it.

He has been attracting bees and butterflies with such a face all the time, and it is complicated for him.

Steve closed his notepad and rubbed his Qingming acupoint.

At this time, he hoped that after a month, he still didn't like him and fired himself.Otherwise, staying by this person's side all day will make him age several years.

"Mr. Bowen, I went to the supermarket this morning. The things I bought are in the bathroom." Steve said, "Will someone come over to bring you breakfast later?"

Royston walked into the bathroom erratically, and saw a box of underwear on the sink.

Pick it up and take a look.

Well, the taste is old-fashioned enough.

If I say I don't have underwear, I really believe it.Honest man.

Royston threw off his underwear and started brushing his teeth.

After brushing for a while, he looked at the person in the pink rabbit pajamas in the mirror, put down his toothbrush, and put on his hat.

"White!"

Steve reacted for a moment before realizing it was him.

Look back.

Royston's head was tilted at the door of the bathroom, his rabbit ears were drooping, he had an innocent and innocent face, and his mouth was full of foam: "Do you like me?"

Steve paused his hand: "Mr. Bowen, our time is not rich. Please hurry up."

Royston laughed, put the toothbrush back in his mouth, pulled off his hat, and turned back.

wash - scrub -

Royston hummed.

Steve... what's going on, that's it.

"Mr. Bowen, would you like some breakfast?" He didn't like to touch the things in the kitchen, so he bought sandwiches when he went out.

He thought that someone like a life assistant would come to the door and send some normal food to the big star who was not working hard and couldn't distinguish grains.

But thinking about what Royston ate yesterday, he still talked a lot.

And secretly despised himself.

"breakfast?"

Royston washed his face, found the most pleasing one from a pile of bottles and cans, and patted it on his face.

Not bad, Royston sniffled.

"I will not eat."

Steve turned his head to look at the bathroom door and held back.

After tossing his face, Royston went to the cloakroom.Taking off his clothes while walking, Steve can see a large white area when he turns his head, and his whole body is not good.

Walking into the cloakroom naked, Royston tilted his head to pick and choose.

Steve looked at the clothes thrown on the floor, and deeply realized how the living room was messed up like that yesterday.

After sitting for a while, he still couldn't resist getting up and picking up the clothes, and put them on the washing machine outside the bathroom.

Royston moved quickly, and Steve thought it would take some time before he could go out due to his temperament, so he calculated the time in advance.

But now time is suddenly rich.

And Royston didn't have any doubts about his words that he didn't have enough time, Steve was... guilty.

"Let's go." Royston was wearing a white t-shirt, black leather pants, a black vest, and a pair of basketball shoes.

She didn't comb her hair, and her hair fluttered wildly. She wore an upside-down black cross and a silver chain around her neck.

Arrogant and enthusiastic, it seemed that the person with the rabbit ears just now had disappeared.

Steve sighed, the so-called aura of a star is like this.

"Let's go." Steve stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his hand, "Eat something. You should be busy today, you can't be hungry."

Royston, who was always hungry, glanced at him, shook the sandwich bag, and suddenly bent down with his hands in his pockets: "Mr. White, if you have someone you like, you must be single-minded."

"Don't be nice to others casually—"

Steve... "Thanks for the reminder."

……

This time Royston participated in a small spring clothing show of an independent brand, which was not very big.But because the opening and the finale are Royston, the style is very high and expensive.

It can be seen from the layout of the venue.

Steve took people to the underground garage, called Miss Rose and asked her to pick it up.

Rose was a little surprised when she received the call: "How did you bring him here?"

Steve... "Driving."

Rose didn't tangle with him for long, and she showed up in the underground garage with two figures who looked like security guards.

Royston was posing for the phone, which was still making a clicking sound.

Steve watched him flail his teeth and claws at the camera, baring his teeth, unable to stop smiling.Seeing Rose appearing as if she was facing an enemy, she lost her smile.

Royston had had enough of playing with the phone, put it away, opened the door and went out.

Rose frowned, very vigilant: "Why did you come on time this time?"

Royston had a half-smile: "I have a good driver who is punctual."

Steve finally sensed that something was wrong.

"I forgot to tell you." Rose's eyes flickered and she frowned slightly.

The show with Royston will become the most watched one in the same period, and the bidding for the clothes worn by him will definitely be the highest in the audience.

But he has a constitution that seems to be cursed.

That is, his show will definitely have safety problems.

Or if there are fanatical fans squatting before the start of the show, disrupting the discipline of the entire show, it is better to postpone the start for half an hour.

Not good... the whole plan simply fell through.

Or when he was on stage, someone in the audience did something crazy and completely disrupted the rhythm of the show.

You must know that the order of the models on stage and the music have been coordinated for a long time, and every point must be stepped on. If there is a mistake in one, then the subsequent ones will be messed up.

Either that or someone is pushing the show clothes to a terrible price, and usually with some unacceptable conditions attached.

Therefore, generally in shows where Royston appears, he is in flash mode.

Appear before playing, and run away after leaving.

Only in this way can the normal progress of the show be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

This curse-like physique is supposed to bring a lot of trouble, but his posture on the runway is still a legend in the design world. Every designer hopes that he can wear his own clothes and walk once.

Otherwise, with his ability to cause trouble, he would have been out of the modeling circle long ago.

Steve couldn't laugh or cry after listening to the explanation.

What kind of environment did Royston live in?

"Sorry, I didn't know about this." He looked at Rose with apologetic expression.

"If possible, I will escort him throughout this show. I guarantee that there will be absolutely no problems in today's show." Steve promised earnestly.

His voice was steady and his expression was not forced, as if he could really do it.

"I don't care about security," Rose looked at Royston, who seemed to have nothing to do with herself, and Steve, who was serious, "but I can talk to the organizer and see if I can arrange for you." into the security line."

"It would be great if that's the case." Steve laughed.

Rose looked at his face and smiled, still twisted subtly.

Steve pinched his nose.

Ms. Rose is very reliable, but sometimes she feels a little creepy for no reason.

Royston leaned against the side of the car, looked at his profile, and then looked away.

boring.