Reborn Queen Fan

But what Tang Yu didn't want Harris to know, the blond noble knew it clearly.

When Tang Yu was half asleep and half awake, he habitually reached out and hugged the blond nobleman's strong waist, and he realized that he had been drawn into the familiar embrace of the blond nobleman at some point.

"Louis." There was a trace of surprise in Tang Yu's eyes, he saw the storm brewing in the eyes of the blond nobleman.

Not desire, but a kind of anger.

It was nothing short of a miracle to feel such violent emotions from the blond nobleman who was almost emotionless all year round.

Tang Yu raised the corners of his mouth helplessly, the buttons of the comfortable cotton pajamas on his body had been unbuttoned, and a small bruise was abruptly lying across his fair skin.

And the source of the anger of the man who didn't know when to break in before him seemed to be here.

Harris naturally knew what happened to Tang Yu tonight. Thanks to those nosy old guys, it gave him some inspiration.

If you can't keep your doll under your nose all the time, then send someone to protect it.

And the only blond aristocrat who has opened his eyes to Tang Yu even knows to order his housekeeper to control the degree of so-called "protection", which is the respect and trust he gives to his doll.

But now the blond nobleman obviously felt that his housekeeper had neglected his duty. He gently brushed the bruise on Tang Yu's stomach with his hand, and said nothing.

Tang Yu sighed in his heart. He actually didn't want to put his wounds in front of Harris, whether it was out of masculine dignity or some other bad guess, even if the storm brewing in the eyes of the blond nobleman proved Men value themselves.

In any case, from the current point of view, it seems that he has to comfort the blond nobleman first, Tang Yu stretched out his hand to close his drowsiness, "Louis, this wound is not a big deal, although it looks a little scary, but these The bruising should go away quickly."

Tang Yu gently wiped the bruise on her stomach. Although it looked like a horrible bruise, it was actually not very serious.

However, the blond nobleman obviously couldn't listen to Tang Yu's words for the time being. He stopped Tang Yu's movement and tore off Tang Yu's pajamas without stopping. Sure enough, there were two deeper palm prints on Tang Yu's upper arm.

The blond nobleman pursed his lips tightly, and took the medicine box that Albert had prepared earlier.

Even Harris' omnipotent butler couldn't possibly know where bruises would appear on Tang Yu's body, and the bodyguards hiding in the dark only knew roughly that the oriental boy his master had taken a fancy to seemed to be a bit defensive. moves.

But for what he likes, even if there is only a slight change, the blond nobleman can quickly distinguish it, so even if Tang Yu just frowned when he was holding him before, Harris could still sense something. different.

The transparent ointment with a fragrance was applied on the bruises. Tang Yu looked at the cautious look of the blond nobleman, and his mood, which was extremely depressed because of the chaos at night, seemed to be better.

"Louis."

"kindness?"

"I..." Tang Yu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say next.

He could only look at the man with a serious face in front of him, focusing on the insignificant bruises on his body, and gently massaging them.

After finally applying ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis on all the bruises that were bothering the eyes, Harris pushed aside Tang Yu's black hair that was blocking his forehead, and gently left a kiss on Tang Yu's forehead.

Afterwards, Harris gently lifted Tang Yu's chin, and his purple eyes looked deeply into Tang Yu's black eyes.

"Louis, let me solve these problems myself." Tang Yu opened his mouth, and he understood what was brewing in the eyes of the blond nobleman.

He didn't want to put himself under the warm and generous wings of the blond nobleman. Even if those backstabs were hard to guard against, he wanted to solve them by himself. That was his way, his dream.

Harris looked at Tang Yu and didn't speak. He hugged Tang Yu, who was still topless, into his arms carefully, and then said, "Hmmm" before Tang Yu was about to fall asleep.

……

Tang Yu didn't know what Harris was thinking, but Byrne's speed was quite fast. When he woke up in Harris' arms the next day, he received a message from Byrne.

Those guys who held him hostage, and that unknown conspirator...

Tang Yu looked at the name displayed on the phone, not surprised, but no one would be too happy to know that he was approached with a purpose, or even framed directly.

But this kind of unhappiness suddenly turned into a bubble when he saw the blond nobleman getting up frowning.

The great blond aristocrat, the emperor of the fashion circle, Ludwig Harris encountered unsolvable difficulties in his life. The wooden bed he moved from Tang Yu's house made the blond aristocrat's waist bent.

"Louis." The corners of Tang Yu's mouth began to warp uncontrollably. He looked at the ointment that was casually placed aside by the blond nobleman last night. Maybe he should massage it for Harris.

"Let me rub it for you."

After saying this, Tang Yu managed to see the offended look on Bingshan's expressionless face.

But in the end Tang Yu managed to sit on the strong back of the blond nobleman, with his hands resting on Harris' muscular back. Tang Yu's cheeks were flushed because of this rarely seen posture.

Well, he almost imagined himself as a pervert, Tang Yu secretly sighed in his heart that his concentration seems to be getting weaker and weaker in the face of the blond nobleman recently.

Reaching out to take the soft and greasy ointment, Tang Yu stretched out his hand to get some ointment, and slowly melted it in the palm of his hand.

To be honest, he has never observed the well-maintained and delicate skin of the blond nobleman so carefully. He is usually ashamed to look at it, but when he is in a trance, he has no time to look at it.

And now...

Tang Yu's face turned even redder.

The faint fragrance spread in the air, and Tang Yu felt that he had caused trouble for herself, obviously just to make a harmless joke, but now it was more like molesting herself for the blond nobleman.

However, the current situation is obviously difficult to ride a tiger, a dilemma, Tang Yu can only continue to work with a blushing face.

The gentle massage movements are simple but effective. The blond nobleman closed his eyes half-closed, and the lazy look on his face was misty and seductive that anyone would want to see.

But that was the indulgence and privilege that Ludwig Harris, the Duke of Darkness, only gave to one person.

Tang Yu's men pressed gently. In order to relieve his tension, he began to fill his mind with other things, and this time he succeeded.

His mind drifted back to the document sent by Byrne, and there was another thing that surprised him.

Just after yesterday's incident, all fashion lines under Harris rejected Austin's participation.

For yourself?

Tang Yu didn't think so, but there was enough comfort in his heart. Although this comfort seemed to be gloating and vicious, the fact was that the blonde nobleman's way of dealing with scandals that always made people panic seemed to really only An exception was made for him.

So what else do I need to do? Tang Yu doesn't know what Austin's reason for framing her like this is.

Of course, he knew that the cause was the man obediently obediently listening to him, but why.

Competition among peers, the starting point between him and Austin is different. Even if he quickly became popular because of the blond nobleman, he still can't threaten Austin's status in the slightest. He is already a top model.

Maybe because of true love?

Thinking of this possibility, Tang Yu's mouth curled into a weird smile. If this is the case, maybe he really deserves death.

What does it feel like to be snatched away by someone who is carefully guarding all the time?

life is better than death...

Or wanting another life would be worse than death...

Tang Yu was thinking blankly, and he didn't even feel that the blond nobleman pushed him back on the bed.

It wasn't until Harris bit his lip that Tang Yu seemed to wake up from a dream, but the mouth preceded the brain and acted automatically, "Louis, what would you do if someone took away your favorite thing?"

Hearing this question, the blond nobleman first raised his head, stretched out his hand to pinch Tang Yu's slender chin, looked at it carefully for a while, then rubbed him into his arms and kissed him hard, "No one can take it away."

What Ludwig Harris wanted was always in his hands.

The answer was irrelevant, but Tang Yu's eyes widened.

Why do you have to think about things that will be taken away? If you really like it, shouldn't you think about how to protect it first.

Tang Yu suddenly felt that he probably didn't need to make any unnecessary counterattacks against Austin. He probably just needed to guard the biggest treasure he picked up in his life, which was the biggest revenge on the model who plotted against him.

(Hate myself with procrastination, hate papers)