canary in cage

In an instant, Isri understood Cehir, bowed slightly, and lowered his head: "I understand, young master, I will cooperate with you."

Cehir hummed. After all, it was still too cold outside, so he quickened his pace back a little bit. After sending Cecir to the door, Isri turned around and was about to go to the cellar, but Cecir stopped him.

"Isri!"

"What's the matter, master." Isri turned around.

The white shirt was a little disheveled by the wind, and the ribbon around his neck was also twisted by the wind. Isri looked at Cecil with a smile on his face as if he couldn't feel the cold.

Cecil threw the clothes into Isri's hands, with disgust on his face: "Put on your clothes well, I will be in trouble if you are sick."

Isri looked at Cehir in shock. Although Cehir looked disgusted, at least Isri could see other meanings in Cehir's eyes.

"Thank you, young master, for your concern." Isri made another gentleman's salute, put on his clothes, turned and walked to the cellar.

Seeing Isri walking away, Cehir turned around and ran to his room, and then closed the door with a "snap", panting loudly against the door panel.

After panting a few times, I crawled under the bed, pulled a section of the floor, and looked at the things inside.

There are clothes, some food that can be stored for a long time, and some money. Cehir put the things he collected today into it. After covering the floor, he crawled out from under the bed and sat on the bed before Cehir stopped. The sound of his own rapid heartbeat.

Yes, he wanted to run away from the lunatic Esri, he couldn't stand Esri like this, Esri was too crazy to him, it could be said that he had a kind of pathological possession.

Cecil had escaped several times before, but without exception, he was caught back. He still remembers the terrifying look in his eyes. He can't take such risks, he has to think long-term.

On the other side, Isri also came under the cellar. As soon as Feili saw Isri's expression, he became excited instantly, but Isri didn't pay attention to Feili at all. Instead, he squatted down and pulled Feili directly. The shawl on the body.

The young master's things, how can such a dirty thing be draped on his body, Isri showed disgust in his eyes, and threw the shawl aside, holding the toolbox in his hand.

Fili thought he could finally go out, but what he didn't expect was that Isri took out the four-corner retainer from the toolbox.

Feili panicked for a moment, and watched Isli hammering with a hammer: "What are you doing! Your master clearly said that he would let me out!"

Seeing Feili's sudden anxious look, Isri laughed softly: "I didn't see the young master."

Fili couldn't turn his head for a while: "What do you mean?"

Isri stopped what he was doing, and his eyes finally fell on Feili: "I don't like you, do you understand?"

Philip sat on the ground: "That is to say, you disobeyed your master's order?"

The smile on Isri's face deepened, and he seemed very satisfied with Philip's words: "Yes."

There was a hint of surprise in Fei Li's eyes, and it was even more unbelievable. Words rushed out of his mind, but only three words remained on his lips: "Why?"

Why disobey the master's order?Is he not afraid of punishment?Was he not afraid of being exiled?Why is this man still laughing?

Isri put down the hammer in his hand, tugged at the firmness of the cage, and opened his mouth quietly after feeling very satisfied, with a playful tone: "Guess?"

After finishing speaking, Isri chuckled lightly, picked up the toolbox next to him, turned around and walked out, leaving Philip sitting in the cage alone, the tradition in his mind was crushed one after another, and finally, in the deep dark cellar roaring sound

When Esri came back, Cehir was already asleep. Esri came to the bed, pulled up the quilt, and finally fell on Cehir's frowning brows.

Have a nightmare?

Isri took off the white gloves on his hands, warmed his hands, squatted beside Cecil, and gently rubbed his eyebrows with his fingertips.

The effect was obvious, Cecil whimpered intermittently in his throat, and after turning over, the frowning brows finally loosened.

Isli stood up and put on his gloves. The young master was so tired last night that he was negligent and forgot to boil milk for the young master.

Seeing the little push on the bed, Isri's eyes were even more stinging, it was his own negligence, it was his own fault.

After saluting to Cecil, Isri went out in a low voice to prepare lunch and the glass of milk he forgot.

When Cecil woke up, the sky outside was almost dark. When he opened his heavy eyelids, he was a little surprised. He had never slept for such a long time.

Subconsciously, Cecil touched the spot where he was injected yesterday, and after a while, he let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing that it was almost time, Cehir put on his shoes and walked to the restaurant.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a burst of aroma inside aroused Cecil's taste buds.

In the dining room, the gorgeous crystal lamps cast a faint light, making the whole restaurant look elegant and quiet. The gorgeous European-style tables and chairs are all painted pure white, exuding the aristocratic atmosphere everywhere.

A white porcelain vase is placed in the center of the table, and the pink roses in the vase are in full bloom, which is very harmonious with the surrounding elegant environment.

Cecil took a breath of cold air to expel the filthy air from his lungs. At this time, Isri happened to push the dining car over.

As soon as he saw Cehir, Isri unhurriedly pulled the stool away, let Cehir sit on it, and took out a section of inverted square apron from under the dining car and put it on Cehir's collar.

Isri took the plate from the dining car and pushed it in front of Cecil. It was a piece of pasta with a few shredded carrots dotted on it.

Cecil frowned when he saw it, and said in a reproachful tone, "Did you forget something? I don't like carrots."

Isri put the cake and dessert on the dining car in front of Cecil, and said softly, "If the young master doesn't eat it, there will be no dessert tonight."

Cecil was blocked from speaking by Isri, so he had no choice but to pick up the knife and fork and look at the cake, and ate the orange-red object.

Isri was very satisfied with Cehir's behavior, and finally poured steaming milk from a round iron pot.

Cecil was a little surprised, and glanced back at Isri: "Isn't it black tea today?"

"Master didn't rest well yesterday." Isri spoke very softly, and he would be confused if he didn't pay attention.

Following Isri's words, Cehir drank a few sips of milk, but didn't take a few sips of the pasta on the plate.

"I'm going to the cellar, you don't have to follow." Cecil straightened his collar, his blue eyes were deep and bottomless, and he didn't escape like the young master at all.

The expression on Isri's face was slightly stagnant, but he didn't stop it, and the smile on his face was still the same as before: "I understand, young master."