The big guy expressed his satisfaction [Interstellar]

When Ansair woke up, the curtains in the room were drawn tightly to block out the sunlight, and there seemed to be some elegant medicinal scent left in the room, lingering around the tip of his nose.

Wriggled twice in the quilt and sat up, His Royal Highness, who was cold to the outside world, was trying to wake himself up from the dark and comfortable environment early in the morning with his pale golden hair curled up.

The bedroom door clicked lightly, and Ansair looked up.

Xiao Yan came in with a tray, saw the little leopard sitting on the bed with a blank expression, walked over and put the things in his hands on the bedside table, and sat down beside the bed.

Stretching out his hand to snort the little leopard, Xiao Yan calmly patted the pale golden hair that was curled up, leaned over and kissed his lover's forehead lightly: "Get up?"

Touching Zhinao and glanced at the time, Ansair looked at Xiao Yan speechlessly.

I slept until noon and still can't afford it?

"I heard that a certain leopard ate a bowl of the chef's fried rice in the early hours of this morning. It must be fine to sleep until the afternoon." Xiao Yan clicked his tongue, pretending to be wronged and sighed, "It seems that it is time to arrange the chef's fried rice." The advanced art course has caught up with the level of leopard breeding."

"When did you come here?" Ansair recalled the memory of not finding a lover to spend the night at all, and began to reflect on whether his vigilance had dropped too much recently, and his sleep was getting deeper and deeper.

Xiao Yan himself couldn't see the exhaustion of traveling back and forth across three planets in the middle of the night. Seeing that the little leopard was about to get up, he stood up and walked to the side of the bed. Only then did the curtains open completely.

It was only then that Ansair noticed the tray that Xiao Yan put on the bedside, and the meals inside seemed familiar for some reason. After a few seconds, Ansair looked at Xiao Yan speechlessly: "Did you take sister-in-law's lunch Bring it here? Be careful, big brother will trouble you later."

How dare Xiao Yan offend that pregnant little ancestor, he just ordered the kitchen to make an extra nutritious meal.

"The kitchen has prepared two." Xiao Yan didn't explain much, and said lightly, "Wash up first?"

Ansair glanced at Xiao Yan, who had no abnormal expression, and then at the nutritious meal on the bedside table, frowned, then said nothing more, and walked into the bathroom with his slippers on.

Picking up the clear water and holding it in his hands for a while, Ansair's eyes gradually cleared up. He glanced at the plan written yesterday in his brain, and began to plan in his mind how to trick the man out of Ares Star.

Just thinking about it, the intelligence brain communication flashed suddenly.

Ansair grabbed the towel to dry his hands and turned on the light screen, only to find that there were two job transfer applications.

Raising his eyebrows, Ansair showed a subtle expression of surprise and interest.

His research group randomly picked out one who is a leader in the professional field, and the two professors who submitted the application for job transfer at this time can be regarded as core research data scientists even in his research group.

The people in Ansair's project approval team are very clear and have won the unanimous approval of the professors in the group and put forward many preliminary ideas. If these two professors can give up his project and propose a job transfer, there must be more important, Or a more interesting project has extended an olive branch to these two professors.

Both were experts in cytology and biology, and Ansair himself was no stranger to it—he checked his email—and there were no invitations to projects.

Ansair signed the two transfer applications. The most basic professional ethics of the researcher himself is to ensure absolute confidentiality. Instead of pressing the two professors, Ansair might as well activate the authority to directly transfer the research project. The project files of the academy are straightforward.

……

Insufficient authority, cannot view.

Ansair's eyes moved slightly.

All projects of the research institute must be approved by the royal family in order to receive funding. Ansel, who has the prince and numbered researcher, has even higher authority in the institute than Prince Charles and the old dean, and he can be listed as an outsider. For the project, the project sponsors can only be the two people in power with the highest authority in the empire.

……

In the early morning, Howard, who was forced to find a way by his little wife twisting his waist, somehow pulled Xiao Yan out of the castle, rubbed his waist thinking that it might be a bruise...

Xiao Yan looked at Howard rubbing his waist jokingly, and persuaded him earnestly: "Although the month is old now..."

"Don't pretend to be confused for me." Howard interrupted Xiao Yan's teasing with a roll of his eyes, "Two days ago, because I was kicked out of the bedroom, so many guests slept on the sofa, but the next day I rubbed my waist and groaned. Who is it that is making a fuss?"

The same is the end of the world who loves his wife.

The corners of Xiao Yan's lips twitched. Just now he went downstairs to warm milk for Ansair, but Howard dragged him to a corner with excuses. He asked, "So what are you going to do without telling me?"

"I'll show you a live broadcast of women's clothing." Howard locked the door of the arena with a snap, and shut the two of them in the training hall farthest from the garden.

Xiao Yan looked around, and sat on the equipment with his hands propped up, his two long legs swaying slightly.

Howard was turning on the light screen to report to his little wife the good news that the client had been successfully imprisoned, when he suddenly heard his brother-in-law next to him ask him, "How did you feel when you knew Nafia was pregnant?"

What mood?

Howard's movement of lighting the light screen paused for a moment.

How do you feel...

The corner of Howard's mouth couldn't help but twitched: "It's probably... a sense of unreality. For a moment, I felt like I saw the future."

That feeling was completely different from the joy when he learned that he had a younger brother, they were all blood-related relatives, but at the moment when he learned that Nafeya was pregnant, Howard could clearly feel a kind of throbbing from the bottom of his heart , as if the always confused future passed through the thick fog, stretched out a small hand, and held his hesitation and fear.

……

Xiao Yan, who was released, let Howard put a blindfold on himself and escorted him all the way to the destination. It must be the little leopard's "surprise" to face the upcoming mastermind with an almost laissez-faire mentality.

As the night falls, large swaths of watercolor bloom at the junction of the orange red and the sky, and the last color of the sun dyes the earth. Castles, gardens, steps, relatives and friends are all gently and slowly plated with a layer of dark gold, covered with sunlight. Ansair, who came over, was holding a bunch of purple-blue flowers in his arms. It was the most common iris in the college's flower sea, and it was also the favorite flower that Xiao Yan once said.

Holding a flower in his arms, the emissary of love that he will never forget, slowly walked towards Xiao Yan who was standing there. The little prince was wearing a pure white dress, and the dark pattern on the cuffs and neckline was no longer the golden royal emblem but blue-purple. Decorated with irises, there was a hint of shyness in those emerald eyes, but there was a calm joy and happiness on his face.

Xiao Yan stared at his little prince with a smile in his eyes, watching him cough lightly, holding the flower in one hand, and holding Xiao Yan's right hand with Xiao Yan's proposal ring in the other hand, very reserved After a hand kiss, he raised his head and blinked: "Mr. Xiao, would you like to enter into a marriage contract with me and be with me forever?"

Just as Xiao Yan was about to say something, he saw a camera sneaking into his side without a sound, and was shooting straight at him and Ansair.

Xiao Yan: "...?"

He looked dangerously at Archibald who was quietly controlling the camera.

Archibald shrank his neck and hid himself behind his brother, rolled his eyes and said with a mean smile: "Oh, Captain, you don't want to, do you? No, no, no, no?"

"Look at these layouts, the brothers built them with a little bit of hard work! No way, no way, the captain really doesn't agree?"

"Hey, this is the scumbag of New StarCraft, it's too much to flirt and not marry!" Howard crusaded angrily with his little wife in his arms, tsk-tsk in his mouth.

Li Shengze, who took a few photos and sent them to Edgar, couldn't help laughing, but at least he didn't follow suit—after all, he was still on the long road of chasing his husband, and he always had to do something to save his character. yes.

The joyful smile in Ansair's eyes was about to pour out, he held back the corners of his mouth that wanted to turn up, and hummed with a small face: "Aren't you willing to marry me?"

His eyes pretended to be quite unfriendly, but the brows raised uncontrollably.

Mr. Xiao glared at the group of laughing and swaying bad friends beside him, and quickly smoothed his little leopard: "I am willing! Of course I am willing!"

It would have been better if it hadn't been proposed.

Ugh.

Seeing Xiao Yan pick up the flowers, the fireworks in Nafeya's hands shot towards the sky, golden stars fell on the shoulders of several people's hair, and the live camera's picture was frozen at the most tender scene at dusk.

After the quarrel, several people entered the room very considerately, and left the courtyard to a couple of lovers.

The courtyard is decorated with small flashing lights hidden in the trees and flowers, flashing romantic light at night.

Xiao Yan held Ansair's hand, felt that his lover's hand temperature was normal, and then he was relieved.

"In the future, I will also be a person who has a soft meal. When I go out, I can tell that my husband has such a big castle, um..." Xiao Yan nodded with interest, and joked, "Yes, is this the joy of being married?" ?”

Ansair was amused: "Mr. Xiao has an entire natural planet under his name, but it's not as good as a castle?"

Xiao Yan's current net worth can also be ranked among the stars of the capital. Although it cannot be compared with the wealth accumulated by noble families over the years, the natural planet where Qingyan College is located is only seven or eight in the entire interstellar—this planet It is not shared, but Xiao Yan’s promise to the outside world that the library of the college will open all the restored ancient cultural books. Strictly speaking, the board of directors of Qingyan College will pay Xiao Yan a certain amount of planetary lease every year cost.

Xiao Yan sighed: "But you have a whole galaxy under your name, baby."

As the most favored little prince of the Brandon family, Ansair, as a prince who does not do business at all, has a whole team to manage and operate the property under his name. It's a staggering astronomical figure.

Xiao Yan hugged the little leopard into his arms, and the two of them pressed their foreheads together, and asked with a low laugh: "Since you have proposed, when will His Highness marry me?"