prince and his shield

Royston, who was exhausted after a show, was drowsy when he got into the car with a pot of green radishes, curled up in the back seat listlessly.

Rose sat on the co-pilot and patted Steve on the shoulder with a gentle smile, without twisting: "There really wasn't any problem, and it ended smoothly!"

"You are a talent."

Steve smiled: "Be careful and you can prevent problems before they happen."

He started the car, adjusted the rearview mirror, saw Royston, and turned his head: "Mr. Bowen, are you feeling unwell?"

Rose also turned her head and saw him covering his mouth and yawning: "Leave him alone, he will be like this after the show."

"Really?" Steve asked a few more times.

He was the one who brought people to the show in advance, rehearsals and formal appearances, and there was no rest at the end of the day.

When he was packing up various gifts from the brand, he noticed that the sandwich he gave him this morning had not been opened.

I didn't see him eating at noon.

Royston lazily raised his eyelids to look at him: "You expect me to be sick so much? Want to take care of me?"

Steve has been able to take his words as a joke: "I'm just worried that you're hungry. The sandwiches in the supermarket really don't taste good. Is there anything you want to eat?"

Rose...huh?Is the relationship so good?

Royston, who was full and almost fell asleep, sneered twice: "No, I'm very full."

Steve didn't look back, he was just thinking about not letting Royston eat those unhealthy foods.

If people eat like this, no matter how good their innate aptitude is, they will have all kinds of problems.Let alone someone like Royston who needs to rely on a healthy body for food.

At this time, although he hadn't gotten the nutritionist's money yet, he couldn't wait to fuck the nutritionist's heart.

Rose raised her eyebrows, looking back and forth between them.

Turning around, she looked at herself in the rearview mirror and smiled, and then made some slight adjustments to the angle of her lips, gentle, friendly, and appreciative.

Steve inexplicably felt a little cold on his back, touched the back of his neck, puzzled.

Rose has a completely friendly face looking at excellent employees: "Steve, I see that you are doing very well in the security team today. Roy's bodyguards can't be determined in a short time, can you make up the number?"

"You should know a lot of people in this field, right? After retiring from the army, it's fine to be about the same as you."

Steve pursed his lips, probably a bit hard to find ones like him.

Silently keeping this matter in mind, he replied: "I will look out for it."

"Okay." Rose wanted to say something else.

"Miss Rose, Mr. Bowen is asleep." Steve reminded.

Rose turned her head and looked at it for a while: "It only stops when you fall asleep."

"Mr. Bowen is excellent." Steve admired those who were outstanding in their field.

Royston is the best.

"Did his pot of green radishes be moved to someone else's yard?" Rose noticed the violation.

"Huh? I thought it was a gift from someone." Steve was slightly surprised, "Like those bouquets on stage."

"It's okay if he took it himself, if someone else gave it to you, you have to send it for inspection first." Rose's face became serious.

Steve sighed in his heart: "Well, I'll ask later."

Steve dropped Rose off to the studio and drove Royston home.

When he got to the door, he was still awake, and Steve made a few extra laps.

Finally, after finding out that the cameras in the villa area were following his car intentionally or unintentionally, he parked the car at the door dumbfounded.

"It's here. You can smell it from afar."

"right here?"

Steve frowned at an antique black Bentley parked not far from them.

The man in sunglasses was sitting in the driver's seat, and next to him was a fat man looking into the villa.

"Don't stick your head out again." The man in sunglasses noticed Steve's gaze and pulled the excited man down.

"what?"

"Oh, it's him." The chubby man laughed and waved to Steve.

The man in sunglasses let out an ah, covered his face, and couldn't bear to look directly.

Steve...

He glanced back at the person who was sleeping with light breathing, thought for a while, and got out of the car.

He walked to their car and knocked on the window, holding on to the roof of the car: "Hey—"

The man in the sunglasses didn't seem to want to talk to him very much, with a cold expression on his face.

Instead, the co-pilot passed him and rolled down the window, and stretched out his hand: "Nice to meet you."

Steve shook hands with him and smiled: "I'm curious. Are you here for Mr. Bowen?"

The man in sunglasses finally turned his head and glanced at him: "Yes, do you have a problem?"

"Are the two friends of Mr. Bowen?" Steve looked at them.

Although the chubby man looked harmless to humans and animals, he still couldn't forget the terrifying pair of yellow eyes he saw.

He was sure he was right.

"Hi, Crowley." Just as Steve seriously questioned them, Royston stood next to Steve with Luluo in his arms, and yawned.

Steve straightened up: "You know them?"

"No, I only know one." Royston blinked his eyes. "It's not someone too suspicious, just a saboteur of civil servants."

Royston twitched the corner of his mouth, mocking.

Crowley took off his sunglasses: "Is this how you greet your old friend?"

"I want to befriend you, you are already dead." Royston smiled.

Steve saw his eyes, which were normal.

Frowning, could it be that I misread it.

"Uh, hi—" The chubby man who had been a little excited couldn't help it, "My name is Aziraphale, and I'm a rare bookseller."

"You know, unlike you guys, I work for...." He pointed at it carefully, with a silly smile on his face.

Royston wowed: "Your business has expanded a lot, can't the 25th ring road satisfy them?"

The corner of Crowley's mouth twitched: "Not as good as you. You are very talented."

Steve stood aside, listening a little confused.

It seems to be talking about work?What does it have to do with roads?

"It seems that you don't plan to leave right now." Royston looked at Raphael who was excited as if he was out for an outing with children, and then looked at Crowley who was with the old god. "Then come in."

"No drink or food."

Royston walked to his house.

Crowley got out of the car, and Raphael also got out of the car full of energy.

Steve stopped, Royston turned his head and frowned: "What are you doing in a daze?"

"Huh?" Steve wondered.

"There are still things in the car, bring them in." Royston was speechless.

Stupid batch.

"...Okay." Steve, who didn't expect to be left behind, turned around to pick up the things left on the car.

Crowley stepped up the steps and stood beside Royston, looking sideways at Steve who was backing the car into the garage: "Why do I think he looks familiar?"

Royston ignored him.

"Are you planning something stupid?" Crowley put his glasses back on and turned to Royston.

"I'm smarter than you." Royston looked at Raphael, who seemed to have little stars constantly radiating out, and smirked.

"You are really good friends, aren't you?" Raphael smiled naively.

Royston...he gave Crowley a look, and Crowley pretended he didn't see anything.