prince and his shield

"...Have you ever been in the storage room?" With a pair of rabbit eyes stuck to his back, Steve, who had never been so 'shy', had no choice but to find a room with a door that was okay, and went in to clean his furniture. Change clothes.

Passing by the door, his intuition prompted him to turn around and push the old wooden door.

Royston turned on the TV in the living room, and put his feet on the coffee table: "Ang. It seems that I went to various places to find you."

Steve glanced into the living room, nervously: "Did you see... anything?"

Royston smacked his lips: "Nothing particularly shocked me."

Steve held on to the doorknob, and after all, he didn't push the door too pretentiously to check the 'gift' that he stuffed behind the shelf inside, behind a second-hand easel, and covered it with plastic sheeting.

After closing the door, he coughed softly: "Don't rummage through things when you enter someone's house. It's impolite."

"Oh." Royston's voice was normal, "Then how about entering your house?"

"what?"

"You can't enter someone else's house, what about you?"

Steve... "No way!"

"Then you can rummage through my things at will, there's no problem at all." Royston smiled, turning his head and blinking his rabbit eyes.

The corner of Steve's mouth twitched slightly, shut up, and went to change clothes.

Royston shook his legs like a rabbit eating meat.

Royston was a little bored to find out that Steve's TV didn't have premium channels.After thinking about it, he lowered his head and poked on his mobile phone, only to find that he didn't save his number.

Ok.

I got up, turned around, lifted the sofa cushion, touched someone's mobile phone, tried four times, and turned on the password lock on the last lock screen.

His fucking birthday, his own birthday, the last four digits of his ID, the last four digits of his own ID, and 1234.

The password is 1234, although it is expected, but I always feel a little uncomfortable.Royston squinted his eyes, found the address book and called his mobile phone, wrote down the number, and noted 'dear'.

Hey, I'm a little shy~

Throwing away his mobile phone, he grabbed a mobile phone whose brand could not be seen, but it was obviously not a cheap one, and clicked into the settings.

Change the power-on password first.

He raised his mobile phone, took a bunch of photos of his face, picked one with a pouting mouth and set it as a screen saver.Then change the lock screen to a side face of yourself.

Looked at it, yes, yes, the pixels are very powerful.

Clearing his throat, Rose Eaton murmured into the microphone: "darling~~"

After trying several times, I recorded a satisfactory one and changed it to my own ringtone.

Steve passed the living room to open the window to air the house.

After walking back and forth twice, I saw Royston playing with his mobile phone. Fortunately, he finally stopped.

"Let's go." After packing up, Steve called Royston.

Ross Eaton stuffed his cell phone in his pocket and continued to modify someone's cell phone.

"I'm not going home." Rose Eaton was obsessed with picking up his phone, as if he didn't remember until he went down a few floors.

Steve pushed his shoulders: "If you don't go home, you have to go back. I'll take you back."

"Let's go to the gallery—" Royston excitedly.

"Gallery?" Steve paused. "What kind of event? Auction?"

It seems that celebrities are often invited to such events.

Royston nodded.

"...Okay. I'll take you back after going to the gallery."

"I'll go to the police station later." Royston added.

"The police station? Why?" Steve frowned.

"Well, it's said that the autopsy report came out. I'm going to make a record." Royston shrugged.

"Autopsy report? What?" Steve felt he couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

"The people on board died from chemical leakage, drowning, violent impact, and burn infection..." Royston picked his fingers, "and some died from gunshot wounds bleeding too much."

Ross Eaton blinked innocently.

"...Gunshot wounds? There were casualties on the boat before the accident?" Steve stopped, "Why didn't you say it before?"

After asking, Steve felt stupid.Expect what a guy who's drunk the next day unconscious and didn't get sober until yesterday will say.

Why wasn't he summoned?It stands to reason that his suspicion is obviously the biggest.

Neither was invited nor was he on the guest list.Steve thought about it for a while, and he knew what was going on.

Well, S.H.I.E.L.D.You probably don't want to be summoned by the police.

"I'll go with you afterwards." Steve sighed, "It should be just a routine questioning, it's not a big problem. Don't be nervous."

Royston... when did he say he was nervous?

"Tell me as much as you know." Steve continued to urge, "If it's irrelevant, it will be soon...wait a while."

"...Is it related to you?"

Royston looked at him, and Steve closed his eyes: "...God...how much do you know?"

"I see it." Ross Eaton pointed to his eyes, "Everything."

Steve frowned, and there were footsteps in the stairwell.In order to avoid bumping into people in the building, Steve took him up the stairs.Hearing footsteps now, he glanced up: "The car said."

"Tell me everything you know, and I'll help you get along."

Royston continued to flick the phone.

After getting in the car, Royston sat down on the co-pilot and pointed the microphone at his mouth: "Hmm."

"Huh?" Steve was confused.

Royston withdrew his hand.

"Seat belt," Steve reminded.

"you help me."

"...You don't have to play with your phone."

"I'm doing something big."

"Seat belts are a big deal, too."

"The auction will start in a quarter of an hour, in Soho District." Royston said coolly.

Steve...he had a feeling he couldn't turn himself over.

Closing his eyes, he turned around and went to pull his seat belt.

Royston lowered his head and pecked at the side of his face, and made a loud 'chirp' sound: "Steve, you are also great today~"

Steve let go of his hand, the seat belt failed to go in, and bounced back.

Ross Eaton lowered his head again, Steve pressed his face with one hand and pushed it away vigorously, quickly pulled the seat belt with the other hand, and 'clicked' it on.

Without saying a word, he regained his grip on the steering wheel, and Steve drove with a dark face.

Rose Eaton smacked his lips, pressed the end of the recording, and sighed: "You are really difficult."

Steve's steering wheel wobbled.

"...what happened on the ship?"

"Officer, is there a reward for being honest?" Royston turned on the recording.

"..." Steve held back, "Speak well!"

"Okay, okay——then I told the truth, you can't kill me."

"...if you speak well." Steve muttered silently, holding back.

"I want to sleep with you." Ross Eaton said honestly.

Steve bumped the car into a trash can on the side of the road.

'boom--'

"You, sit in the back!" Steve turned black.

"Oh. Your temper is good. You will always be like this in the future, and you will get wrinkles." Rose Eaton clicked the end of the recording, honestly unfastened the seat belt, opened the door and sat in the back seat.

Steve grabbed the steering wheel and began to think about the possibility that Royston had multiple personalities.

"But it's better to be more tempered—" Ross Eaton smiled and flew a 'mua'.

Steve raised the partition between the rear and front seats, reversed the car, and drove off to Soho without a word.

Ross Eaton rolled in the back seat, downloaded an audio editing software, and started digging.

Well, three alarms, or four.

After thinking about it, Ross Eaton decided not to be so anxious, ah, no, anxious.

Just three.

One at 12:30 am, one at [-]:[-] noon, and one at [-]:[-] pm.

Picking the phone all the way, the phone was a little hot from his grip.

Looking back and forth, someone's cell phone is as simple, direct and honest as his heart.

Having no more thoughts for now, Royston sniffed and knocked on the partition.

"Steve—"

"..."

"Steve~"

"..."

"Darling? Honey? Baby? Papa—?"

"……Say."

"Do you know the address?"

"……Say."

"I do not know either."

Steve...

"Navigation horn, the exhibition is called "mylove"." Royston knocked on the partition, "Here's your phone."

Thinking he entered an address on the phone, Steve lowered the divider to pick up the phone.

When he got it, he froze for a while.

"This is... my phone?"

"Ah."

"..."

"God..." Steve closed his eyes, "How did you untie it?"

"1234?" Ross Eaton poked behind his seat.

"..." Steve turned his head and met a pair of rabbit eyes.

He silently stuffed the phone back into his pocket, decided to change the password when he went back, and then turned on the navigation in the car.

"Go straight on the current road for 700 meters and turn left—"

Steve turns the steering wheel.

"You're going to bend."

He gave a hand.

"Go straight 50 meters along the current road—"

"Ah, straight again."

Steve...

"Right turn—"

"Well, it's going to bend again."

Steve... "Blog post—"

"Ok?"

"The voice of this navigation..."

"That's right, I recorded it~ No one used it before, but now it's number one on the download list."

Steve...

"Do you want me to record a special one for you?" Royston excitedly asked.

"...Which one is No.2?"

"I don't know. But this version will be changed to the second generation."

"……pretty good."

"About October to record."

"...Or are you going to record?" Steve raised his voice slightly.

"Well. It is said that this time it will be more humane. More basic sound data is needed." Ross Eaton bared his teeth.

Steve... human?hehe.

"Bowen, we...really..."

"The destination is 50 meters ahead of you on the left, and this navigation is over."

Steve paused, looking at a small flower shop in front of him.A very gorgeous portrait is placed at the door, surrounded by clusters of sunflowers. The person in the painting is a woman wearing denim overalls and a big straw hat with a very bright smile.

The light combination of the whole painting is permeated with love like the warm sun, and the people in the painting are cherished by the author.

This is the most obvious thing to see at first glance.

Looking down, the title of "mylove" permeated into the mood exuding sunshine and the smell of wheat at that moment.

"Well, it's here." Rose Eaton opened the car window and blinked.

"...I didn't see the camera." Steve recovered and looked around.

"Well, it's a solo exhibition." Royston opened the door, "I want to buy this flower shop."

"What?" Steve was stunned, seeing him getting out of the car and walking towards the deserted place, he hurriedly followed.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!