Why is the waste prince like that?

"You...forget it..." Lanser said nothing now, his mood was very low, and the big cat that appeared unexpectedly couldn't change it.

He brushed the little crumbs away with his hand and sighed.

Am I doing something wrong?

Samir took a few steps closer to him, and he felt that the person in front of him had revealed a soft-hearted aura that needed comfort.

But he doesn't know how to do it. He is not as naturally cute as a cat, and he can easily please people even with his unapproachable body.

He can only hug and pat shoulders and other hypocritical polite gestures, but it didn't work just now.

So Samuel stood there, looking down at him intently, his blue eyes dimmed.

He didn't know that his gaze was a form of support at this moment, or that when he looked at people helplessly with those blue eyes with fluttering lashes, he was like a cat.

Because he never knew what his expression looked like during the night and day he spent with this person in front of him.

Seeing him like this, Lancer thought he was so cute, and immediately wanted to hold his hand, lead him away, coax a few words that made people wag their tails, and then pour out his annoyance.

"I'm sorry Sammy, I'm a little annoyed, but our Sammy is really good, I thought I won't see you for a few days, I was shocked just now."

When he thought of this, he felt a little delayed sweetness in his heart, and his fingers bent slightly, which made Samuel feel as if his palms were gently scratched twice, and his heart felt a little itchy.

"But I'm a little unhappy today, you know? My uncle sold the ancestral home, where I grew up."

Samir looked at his worried and handsome face, feeling somewhat annoyed at himself who had heard the news before but didn't take it to heart.

Should have bought it.

Lancer held his big hand in both hands, and rubbed his slender fingers unconsciously: "Actually, I don't like it that much, and the people there don't treat me well either..."

Should have bought it, smashed it, and built you a little garden.

Plant some roses and jasmines, call two researchers over there, and breed some new varieties of roses.

"Although I didn't think about going back, but now that it's been sold, it's like..." Lancer hesitated for a while, and thought about a statement, "You know, I don't have a home anymore."

Samir's pupils trembled violently, and his unrestrained left hand reflexively opened his brain immediately, ordering his subordinates to buy the house, but unfortunately, the young man immediately grabbed him and held them together.

Lancer said this with his eyes downcast, but he didn't really expect Sammy to understand or understand, he just suddenly became a little insecure.

He has never regarded himself as a character who can rely on anyone in life, and has never had an object to rely on. Therefore, in his world, the part belonging to Sami, after overcoming his defenses again and again, just become the object of his protection.

A cat that makes people soft-hearted and distressed.

But when he himself lost his defense, he really couldn't immediately respond to the other party's passionate emotions.

Just like a tired office worker returning home after working overtime, no matter how excited the cat at home is, he only has the strength to stroke its little head.

But he was a very independent person after all, he hugged the big cat's arm sadly for a while, and suddenly hooked the blond man's back of the neck.

"Sammy, I figured it out!"

Samir was still thinking about how to transfer the ownership of the ancestral house in Virginia to this melancholy little man in front of him, and he was caught off guard by the back of his neck. Of course he could resist with his speed and reaction, but who would refuse a smell of orange blossom? embrace.

Let Ollie do it, anyway he...! ! !

The melancholy little man just pulled him down on his lap, hugged his shoulders, stroked his golden hair, held his cheeks as if stroking a huge cat, and stared at him With astonished blue eyes, the tone of excitement was indescribable: "I'm going to buy a house! Sammy, I'm going to buy a house to be our home, okay?"

He added the details in a flurry, with such an innocent and happy expression, his handsome face was slightly flushed, his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were full of light: "It's just the two of us, we will have our own kitchen, you have eaten my cooking Food? There must be floor-to-ceiling windows where we can read and I'll teach you how to write, okay, Sammy?"

Who can say no to this angelic face, these dark eyes full of expectation?

Samir really felt that for a moment, just for a moment, he fell into some kind of dream trap.

His Royal Highness Samuel, who had already obtained the highest diploma, and the honorary professor of the First Military Academy, fell on the little man's lap. After a brief moment of astonishment, he was confused by the other's eyes and words, and immediately plunged into the civilians. in your home fantasy.

In a small house, there are no servants, no winding corridors or layers of doors, two people can always stay quietly and securely like the afternoon in the library.

A couple of chairs and a desk would be fine too, because he was strong enough for a dark-haired young man to lean on his arms.

Words, except signatures, are useless on the battlefield. I haven't practiced for a long time, and I have regressed a bit.

So His Royal Highness Samuel, the honorary professor of the First Military Academy, fell into the arms of the little man in such a stupid posture, with his bright blue eyes open, he agreed to all the words from the pale pink lips of the other party. .

When Wei Mi and the little maids worked together and worked enthusiastically, Oli, who was on the sidelines, was still a little dazed when he remembered how the prince looked like yesterday.

He said "Sorry Ollie, Lancer is going to move" in such a smug and ready-to-show way that Olyassim almost thought he was saying "Yes Ollie, I do have a wife." , It is true that I bought a new house outside, and I will not come back to live in it in the future, so you can rest in peace in the Prince's Mansion for the elderly."

Olyasim glanced at the grooming mirror to make sure he looked the same.

That being said, he still has to help His Highness the Crown Prince's new house.

Mr. Lanser's assets became richer with the end of the competition, but he had to pay more than a down payment to buy a house in Emperor Star. Olyassim carefully searched the properties under His Highness's name, and selected several of them from the first place. A villa near the military academy.

But after His Royal Highness the Crown Prince took the time to look at them, he called them all back, and once again detailed his request.

It should be small, preferably only one bedroom, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a kitchen.

Olyasim pressed the corner of his mouth and agreed.

You can't think about it, the main reason is that Mr. Lancer's assets are not enough to support any villa at present, so buying a one-bedroom apartment will not make people suspicious.

The First Military Academy is located in a remote place, and the housing prices are not particularly high, but there are still some cost-effective housing.

However, this kind of cost-effective industry does not exist under His Highness’s name. Olyassim searched through his own name, found a few suitable ones, and quickly renovated them after the crown prince took the time to review them. All Page Ads by Mr. Lancer.

With a monthly payment of 8.8, you can make a home in Dixing.

Travel is convenient and worry-free, and the small apartment is wonderful!

Less is more. In my garden, one cat per person is enough.

Lancer is so excited that he can raise a cat.

So when he handed in some homework and listened to the lecture with his head bowed, Professor Abner could tell at a glance that he was absent-minded.

"Mr. Fugia, can you tell me what is going on in your little head right now? Quickly ask and answer, what subtype does the Sharan galaxy belong to?"

Lancer replied in a jerk, "Sa, sir."

He then confessed with some embarrassment: "Sorry Professor, I plan to move out recently and am looking for a house."

Abner was not too surprised. The students of the First Army are very individual, and many of them moved out for various reasons.

He twisted his pen, seemed to think about it, and then said: "I have a friend's child, who just got married recently and moved to the Violet Community, and his house is being sold at a low price, and I will give you his contact information. "

Lancer casually sorted out the bibliography on the cabinet by spelling, and only added the contact information when he walked out.

The other party has not yet passed, and a friend request has already popped up.

Moat Nubian has requested to add you as a friend.

Lancer frowned. He had some guesses about Nubian now, but there was no reason not to pass it.

But let Fei Rui hear, the little cat threw another set of meowing punches into the air.

He approved the request, and then took his spiritual body kitten and coaxed him for a whole afternoon.

So he once again missed a storm on the Starnet.

Da Congshi urged everyone to post on Xingwang, and he added something he would never say when he was sober.

(Love) (Flowers) We are champions, send me all!

When Jalan Nord posted the photo at the beginning, most people thought he was joking. After all, the champion team this time is so young and looks so outstanding. Although it is not a particularly grand event, it is enough It's eye-catching.

But as time passed, other people posted pictures at close times, but netizens never found Lanser's account, and then looked back at Jialan Nord's pictures posted close to the time, and the perfunctory accompanying text was very similar to other teammates.

It's obvious.

The author says:

New Variety, Refers to Diamond Rainbow

Samir: Yes, I have a wife