prince and his shield

"Hi—" The female neighbor who lived across the door greeted her kindly.

Steve, who was back from his morning exercise, responded with a smile, took the key to open the door, and held a magazine in his arm.

"Uh," she just closed the door, with the key hanging in her hand, and turned halfway, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Huh?" Steve looked up.

"That," the female neighbor pointed to the magazine in his arm, with a slightly shy expression, "Why do you buy it every time?"

Steve looked down at the magazine: "This?"

"Yes." The female neighbor clasped her hands together, "Please, I really want to know. I haven't been able to grab Roy's magazine!"

"You really want it?" Steve put down the magazine in his arms and scratched his head.

The female neighbor nodded sharply.

"I buy quite a lot. If you want it badly, I can..." Steve looked down at the magazine.

Although he bought a lot, this one looks different from the others.

When the words came to his lips, he coughed dryly and hesitated.

"Oh, no, no, no! I don't need you to give it to me!" The female neighbor's eyes widened and she waved her hands again and again, "That's not what I mean. I just want to know how you can buy him every time."

In fact, he just bought magazines, not people.Steve secretly thought.

Also relieved.

"I know a newsstand owner. I helped him once when he was robbed," Steve explained. "After that, I asked him to keep a copy for me."

Although at that time he just said that because he didn't want to accept the boss's reward.

"Ah——" the neighbor sighed in disappointment, and quietly looked at him expectantly with secret eyes.

"...I'll tell him to try to save two copies next time." Steve laughed.

"I can give more money!" The neighbor became excited, with red clouds on his face.

"I'll talk to the boss." Steve smiled.

"Thank you!!" the neighbor looked like he had solved a major life event, "I was sold out every time I left work. I never managed to have him."

Just magazines, not people, did she know that?

"Well—" He pondered for a while, shaking the book in his hand, "I bought a new copy before, if you want..."

"Really?" The female neighbor's eyes lit up very scary for a moment.

Steve was amused and a little incomprehensible. He went back to the house and looked through his own shelf, found it and handed it to the neighbor.

"Ah——thank you! Thank you!" The neighbor lady hugged the magazine and kissed her, thanking her loudly.

Steve...that's really a magazine, not a person.

"...It's okay, you're welcome."

The short exchange ended here, Steve closed the door and exhaled.

Regardless of what just happened, at least the neighbor lady didn't have any doubts about collecting a men's magazine.

On the cover of the latest magazine, the man has a white shirt, black trousers, leather shoes, and a blue enchantress biting in his mouth.With his hands in his pockets, he sat on a chair with one leg crossed, looking up at the person outside the cover with his chin raised.

The water droplets rolling on the face and neck have a precarious dynamic, as if the still photos will move at any time.

Steve rubbed his fingers over the edge of the page and smiled.

He stacked the magazines on the shelf, like other magazines that he hadn't flipped through.

……

"Stark chased you to France?" Rose frowned.

Royston held it in his mouth, lying on the plush carpet of his sea view villa, he responded.

"I selectively disclosed your itinerary. Did he send someone to follow you?" Rose frowned.

"Who knows," Royston said.

"No, I want to meet him." Rose said seriously, "What if that person really becomes your stalker after stalking him?"

Royston raised his eyebrows: "You're not worried about Tony?"

"Tony Stark only sleeps with women." Rose was sure.

"Ah, is it?" Royston tilted his head.

"You have to control your food intake," Rose confiscated his. "I'm still looking for a fitness trainer, and your assistant has already been fired."

"Huh? He stole my underwear?" Royston was curious.

"It was your cleaner who stole your clothes." Rose rubbed her brows with a headache, "...your assistant just drugged you."

"Ah, I just said that bottle of water smells really good." Royston understood.

"Roy, restrain yourself." Rose said helplessly, "Sooner or later, something will happen to you."

"It would have happened long ago." Royston rolled on the carpet and took out another large bag from under the beanbag.

Rose pursed her lips and looked at him, a little bit resentful.

She stepped on her high heels and walked over to lift the beanbag sofa. There were potato chips, candy, and a bunch of snacks underneath.

"Your pocket money is only fifty dollars a week." Rose said seriously.

Royston: "Oh."

"Don't think about asking others for pocket money, you are empty now!" Rose felt her head ache again when she thought of this.

"Oh, I see."

"You haven't worked for the past three days, so take a good rest." Looking at him, Rose lowered her voice, "I'm leaving. Remember to lock the door and don't always eat snacks."

"bye~"

After Rose left, Royston quickly ran out of energy. After rolling around for a while, he found that he couldn't find anything to eat.

He got up and looked around for his mobile phone, and when he found it, he lay down on the ground and made a call.

"Hello? Roy, miss me?"

"Tony," Royston yawned, "I'm out of money."

"Huh?" Tony was surprised. He knew that Royston's ability to collect money was almost one-tenth that of the Stark Group.

That number is scary for a model.

"Rose said I only have fifty dollars a week in pocket money." Royston complained blankly.

"...Is it because you used all of it to buy snacks?"

"Ah."

"Roy, you have a show in three days, take a good rest." Tony sat on the chair and turned around.

Royston's sense of taste is terrible, if he eats whatever he wants, there will definitely be problems.

"Three days later, what do you want to eat, I will deliver it to your home in an iron armor."

Royston frowned, clicked his tongue, and hung up the phone.

Tony looked at the disconnected phone and raised his eyebrows.It was the first time he worried about what other people ate unhealthy...

However, the famous Roy model is a person who can drop the bottom line just for snacks and snacks, so he can't let others know.

Outside the sea view villa, in a van parked on the side of the road, a person angrily dropped his headset.He sat on the small folding chair with a gloomy face, biting his fingernails anxiously.

Obviously it was him, obviously he followed Roy first.New Bayi first launch

His photos, where he went, what he did, and what he said, he knew first! !

Stark!Stark!Why?Why, just a playboy, can easily get close to his baby with his own information!

Why!

He tore his hair angrily, growling like a beast.

Roy, why did Roy call Stark?Why, obviously he came first.

Obviously it's him! !

Damn Stark!Damn Roy!

They betrayed themselves and used themselves!

damn it! !

His eyes were red after suffering for three days, and his mouth was making strange noises. He found a fruit knife from a trash-like thing next to him.

It's him, obviously it's him, he's the first one!

After Roy knows, he won't talk to Stark again!

absolute!

He's going to tell Roy, yes, tell him.