prince and his shield

For well-known reasons, the Royston family never left anyone, and Steve drove the car home.

He parked the car in a nearby parking lot, and the parking fee was charged to the public account, so he just had to remember to reimburse it.

When he went upstairs, he looked down at the car keys in his hand, thought for a while, hung them in a string with the door keys, and shook them.

After opening the door and entering the house, he left the keychain in the bowl on the shoe cabinet.

Actually, he didn't do much today, but he always felt a sense of emptiness in his spirit that he tried too hard but failed.

Of course, after half an hour, he didn't have the slightest sense of emptiness.

Hurriedly going downstairs, in the corridor, I ran into a female neighbor who was coming home from overtime, and the two greeted each other.

"Where are you going in a hurry?" The female neighbor looked at him in surprise.

After all, the two of them, it's usually not Steve who is in a hurry.

"...The boss called." Steve smiled helplessly.

The female neighbor immediately gave me an expression that I understand, and waved, "Go, go."

"bye--"

Steve looks at his phone as he walks to the parking lot.

[Come on quickly. ]

Throwing away the phone, Steve stuffed it back into his trouser pocket, smiled and shook his head.

Royston's car is a very unremarkable custom-made car, and there is no difference on the outside, but the equipment inside the car is top-notch.

Fortunately, Steve learned quickly and got started quickly, without showing timidity.

Driving downstairs to him, back and forth, it was getting late, the clouds were dense, and the wind was blowing.

Turning his head to glance at the beeper next to the gate, recalling Rose's actions, he poked it carefully: "Mr. Bowen, I...uh, the car is here."

The door opens.

Steve looked at the empty driveway and drove the car in without hesitation for long.

He yelled into the room, but there was still no movement.

Steve...he really took his word for it, never disturbed his personal space, and didn't show his presence.

But if the boss doesn't cooperate, it won't work.

Get out of the car and go to the door.

He knocked on the door before entering, noticing that it was unlocked.Frowning, he pushed the door open: "Mr. Bowen?"

He opened the door ajar and looked in. The room was dark with no lights on.

He frowned even more.

Worried about taking a step inside, the door was wide open, and he was stunned when he suddenly saw the person opposite.

Royston crossed his legs and sat on the seat facing the entrance, his maroon red silk pajamas hung over his shoulders so that they could not fall off.

The neck is long and slender, and the color deceives Frost Saixue.

The chairs are placed on the platform by the French windows, high, like a throne.

Behind him is the night light, refracted through the sea surface, spilling a large area of ​​cool color across the window, spreading behind him.

The high and noble new king.

Steve let go of the doorknob and pursed his lower lip.

He is not very materialistic, but now he feels that a luxurious villa may be necessary at some point.

"Crack——" Royston squinted at the person at the door, with a confident smile on his lips, and frantically bit into a mouthful of potato chips.

Steve... it's all an illusion.

Childishness is real.

He stood in the porch not too far away, and gently opened the door without closing it tightly: "Mr. Bowen, the car is at the door."

Royston crushed the whole bag of potato chips in his hand, and looked at him in disbelief: "Are you blind?"

Just this reaction? ?

Shouldn't he want to tear up his clothes and press them against the window... ummm—? !

Steve... "My eyesight is fine."

For example, he can clearly see the shattered potato chips falling on him now.

Royston snorted, threw the potato chips out of his hand, and stomped upstairs.

Steve... well, it's all over.

Scattered everywhere.I can see clearly.

So, are you calling yourself to go out?

"Mr. Bowen?" Steve tentatively called upstairs.

No movement.

He stood for a moment, exhaling.

Staying with Mr. Bowen and learning to keep a distance is indeed a challenge, especially when I have no self-knowledge.

He waited for a while, the room was brightly lit, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn automatically, and no light came in.

Steve raised his eyebrows, raised his chin and looked at the person who was slowly coming down from upstairs wrapped in a blanket, like a royal robe: "Mr. Bowen, are you going out?"

Royston's proud steps stopped, and the dead fish glanced at him. The model's steps turned into Mario's stepping down the stairs in minutes, with his head exposed when he was wrapped in a blanket.

Steve noticed his bare feet and frowned.

Royston took out a bagful of food from the blanket behind him, and sat cross-legged in front of the TV in the living room.I fumbled under the blanket with my hand and took out a gamepad.

Steve... In this way, it seems that he doesn't intend to go out.

"..." Steve sighed, "Mr. Bowen, if you don't go out, I will leave first."

"No."

"Then, where are you going?"

"You wait." He didn't believe it.

Think about recruiting later.

"Okay." Steve stood still.

Then he saw that after a while, the big bag of snacks gradually began to deflate.

Soon there will be nothing left.

The bags and debris fell into the fur of the blanket, and it seemed that they also felt uncomfortable. The player who played the game patted and cleared a place for himself.

Just enough to sit on.

"I'm on standby anyway, why don't you clean up for me." Steve's eyes twitched.

In this way, this person can be buried in the garbage dump before the cleaners take up their duties.

"Oh? You really want to invade my domain?" Royston took time out of his busy schedule to glance at him, his eyes cocked.

"…" Steve... definitely, not him, "if you mind—" I don't…

"I don't mind at all." Royston put his hands on his knees and smiled harmlessly.

Steve... said the words and couldn't take them back.

He took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and walked to the irregular-shaped table by the window first.

Moving the chair back into the dining room, he looked around.

"Mr. Bowen, do you have a vacuum cleaner at home?"

"do not know."

Steve... "Mind if I look for it?"

"do not mind."

Steve finds brand-new, apparently untouched tools and begins to clean without complaining.

After clearing it a bit, he lifted the blanket, and there were various game CDs underneath, a purple handle, and a few pieces of playing cards.

Lifting the lazy sofa, there are various half-packed snacks and unopened jerky underneath.

Steve...

A counter is slightly cleared, and Steve looks at the snacks that he has hidden in various corners before he piled aside.

He put all the opened ones into bags and prepared to throw them away, and the rest were left unopened.

Steve glanced at the attentive person, silently packed the snacks, and stuffed them into the drawer on the lower step of the counter.

He guessed that it was empty by stepping on it and listening to the sound. When he opened it, it was full of dust, and it looked like a place that the owner hadn't found.

Steve walked around behind the people who were playing the game, and began to tidy up the living room fumblingly.

Anyway, I have cleaned a place, and the rest will come by.

Clothes were strewn all over the living room, and it looked messy.

He was still tied up, but after carrying it for a while, he found that he didn't have a little private clothes.

He didn't have any socks. He was a little puzzled, but he didn't care.

Then he moved the sectional sofa and found a huge 'garbage hole'.

Balls of clothes, crooked shoes, and two mobile phones are actually entangled.

The phone was picked up and pressed, but it was dead.

There are many hang tags on the clothes that have not been removed, and Steve caught a glimpse of the price by accident, shaking his hand and almost throwing it out.

This is clothes?

There are only two ways he can deal with clothes.

Roll it up and stuff it in your bag, or hang it on a hanger.But obviously, the price is worth ironing again.

Apparently a certain gentleman wouldn't know if there was a clothes dryer at home, so he went around and found a door under the stairs.

Open, a huge cloakroom.

He was shocked by the black marble floor tiles and walls, as well as a room full of clothes, shoes, hats and accessories.

"Wow..." Sighing, he stretched out his hand and carefully moved the neat wardrobe, which had obviously been sorted out by a special person.

From this point of view, it might really be a garbage hole under the sofa.

Holding down a mirror, it popped open, and he found the garment steamer in the compartment.

Barely pat and iron the clean clothes in the garbage hole.He looked around, and didn't know how to classify them before, so he put the most similar ones together according to his intuition.

While playing, Royston felt as if there was a mouse scurrying around behind him, making some small noises, and frowned.

But the battle situation was tense, so he didn't look back.

After a while, he looked back and saw nothing.

He took out a piece of jerky, put it in his mouth, scratched his head, and continued to play the game with a puzzled look on his face.

I always feel like I forgot something...

While playing the game, he reached out and touched the side, but found nothing.

He looked at the bag at hand, flipped through it, and found it was empty.

With a tsk, he got up to turn over his rug.

Lift off... well, no.

Lift the sofa, well, still nothing.

Checked the fridge, still nothing.

Steve came out of the cloakroom and saw the man rummaging around in the kitchen, so he changed the blanket under his buttocks and shook it clean.

Royston found the upstairs all the way, took out a pile of food from the room, and sat back where he was.

He moved his buttocks and lowered his head.

Is this the blanket he just sat on?Isn't Se'er wrong?

He thought about it for a while, and felt that something was a little strange, so he didn't think deeply.

Keep playing the game.

"Mr. Bowen, I'll put the dry cleaning and hand washing aside first."

"Oh."

After a few seconds of answering, Royston came to his senses and paused.

He turned his head suddenly: "Why are you still here?!"

Steve... "Looks like I don't need to go on standby anymore."

:)

There was a muffled thunder outside the window, and the rain began to beat down.

Also carried hailstones.

Crackling, the door that Steve deliberately left open was blown open by the wind with a loud sound.