[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Anthea recently felt that her Boss was in a particularly good mood. Although he deducted her bonus for a month before, she received double the bonus this month and was sent to a flower shop to select the best flowers in June. Samples were delivered, and someone was even sent to pick up the wine from the cellar.

She dared to bet with her mobile phone that Boss will be engaged to the princess in June.

Boss conquers the royal family members, wins the princess, and goes to the pinnacle of life.

The boss is as powerful as Jack Su's aura, which makes people want to kneel down and sing conquest every minute.

As England's good assistant, Anthea felt happy for the boss from the bottom of her heart, and was also relieved for herself. Finally, she didn't have to see the boss's cloudy expression because of His Royal Highness Francis having dinner with other men.

Hallelujah~~~~

thank you my lord~~~~

The assistant lady kept singing in her heart, but her face still had the same professional expression as before.

The recent gossip has satisfied her heart, especially when the Sun newspaper was released yesterday morning-the mysterious man who is dating the princess, the tall figure, the obvious hairline, the slightly protruding belly, Anthea Dare to swear with her mobile phone, that mysterious man is definitely her boss.

It wasn't that she poached her eyes live.

Anthea was here cheering and jumping with joy, telling the agents in her gossip squad, and even Q, the always serious quartermaster, came to share gossip.

Q, Q, I didn't expect you to be such a quartermaster.

Anthea complained.

It wasn't much fun at Windsor Castle by comparison, but only for the boys.

For after Charles let go, Frances and Mycroft handed over the invitation to her brothers, dated June [-]th.

This is a bolt from the blue for the sister-controlled William and Harry.

They couldn't figure out why their grandfather and father agreed so easily.

Isn't this scientific?

Compared with the bleakness of the boys, the girls are much happier here.

The queen said she was happy with the marriage and was surprised that it took so long for Mycroft to settle the matter, but she put these problems behind her when she saw her granddaughter's rosy face.

In addition to Francis, the happiest thing is Zara.

Zara was already nine years old when Francis was born, and she took Francis from Princess Diana's arms and held her tightly.

It happened that Kate, Beatrice and Eugenie were all there that day, and as for Angela, she went out with her mother.

The five women chattered together, and the smile on Francis' face was warmer than the occasional London sun.

Beatrice teased Francis: "Unexpectedly, it will be your turn after Zara. I thought it was Harry who took care of his life."

"This kind of thing is really hard to say. I didn't expect you to be the youngest and the first to get married." Eugenie pinched Francis's little face. She and Francis were only half a year apart, and they would play together during the Chinese New Year.

"Oh, we won't get married so early." Francis hurriedly clarified the matter so as not to poke the mines of his father and brothers again. "I plan to get married in two years. I haven't enjoyed enough single life yet."

Eugenie also often went to bars and other places when she was in college, and occasionally spent night life. She nodded and agreed: "It is also good to get married later. I always feel that you are either studying or doing scientific research. When it is time to play, we still play German. Just play hard."

Francis nodded, but she knew that she didn't have much time to play around, because from this year she had to replace her brother William to visit countries in the Commonwealth of Nations. After all, Kate would give birth in a few months, and William, as her husband, would have to Stop all activities to accompany his wife, and Harry has to go back to the army to serve, and the visit falls on Francis.

In addition, she has already gone to Cambridge to teach, so she is really busy, and even the engagement has been handed over to McCoff.

William came over and grabbed a strand of Francis's hair and pulled it gently. Like an unhappy naughty boy, he leaned over and asked, "How did you get your father to agree? Sis?"

It is clear that both grandfather and father promised firmly at the beginning, and they would never agree to their engagement so easily.

It's only been a few months.

What about trust between people?

I never expected my family to be so unreliable.

I couldn't help but doubt life.

The future king, fast balding, ultimate sister-in-law, future silly dad, William kept swiping the screen in his heart.

No, he had to know the answer.

Otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Kate, who has been in love with William for many years and has been married for almost two years, can tell what William is thinking at a glance. She can't help but hold her forehead. ah.

"You want to know?" Francis raised his eyebrows triumphantly, hung William slowly, and then showed his white teeth, "Guess."

William: You are about to lose this baby.

Zara watched the whole process and immediately laughed heartlessly, expressing that she was really happy to hear it. She patted the indifferent William and told him the answer kindly: "Siss told her uncle that she would not get married so early. So Uncle agreed."

"That's it?" Harry, who came over, heard this sentence and expressed that he wanted to be quiet.

William also had a disbelief on his face: "It's not like you won't get married later. What does Papa think?"

Francis glared at William with dissatisfaction: "I think you are prejudiced against Mycroft, Will. He is a good man and will be a good husband. At least he never goes to messy places."

Harry put his arm around his brother's neck and reminded: "Hey, man, don't make our little sister angry."

Francis snorted coldly, and turned her head away from her silly brothers. Kate quickly changed the subject, fearing that the atmosphere between them would become stiff.

William was still depressed because of the news that Francis was going to be engaged, Kate pushed her husband, William glanced at Kate, and slowly sat down beside Francis.

Francis looked at William's small expression, couldn't help laughing, and put his arm around him: "Hey, dear, you have to recognize the reality that one day I will get married and become someone else's wife, To be someone's mother."

She saw William frowning, and Harry also looked unhappy. After all, they had lived together since childhood and had a deep relationship. She held William's hand: "But you and Henry must also remember one thing, this is very important. Whether we To be someone's wife, to be someone's mother. One thing will never change, I am your sister and you are my brother."

William was very moved when he heard this, and stretched out his hand to give Francis a hug. Harry sat on the other side and hugged his brother and sister, and then he said seriously: "Tell Holmes, your brother has a gun."

Harry's words made Francis stagger in William's arms.

In the evening, Francis went back to Pall Mall. As soon as she entered the door, Mr. Cat Brian let go of his usual aloofness and ran towards the hostess cheerfully.

Francis hugged the gray Brian, went to the kitchen to get cat food and poured it on, and added a little milk that he liked in a good mood.

She changed into home clothes and put on an apron, and brought a few avocados and apples from the refrigerator, cut them into cubes, put them in a wall breaker, squeezed them into juice, put them in the refrigerator, and they can be used for breakfast tomorrow.

Francis took out the beef and remembered that they didn't make roast beef and Yorkshire pudding that night. She couldn't help smiling, let's make Yorkshire pudding today.

When Mycroft came back, Francis had just brought the pudding to the table. Looking at the elegant and calm man, she simply wondered if he had already set up surveillance cameras on Pall Mall Street, otherwise, why would he just come back every time? good.

Thinking of this, Francis wiped her sweat with a tissue, and then this nasty man came slowly and kissed her cheek.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Francis gave him a blank look.

"Etiquette, dear."

Mycroft reminded Francis indifferently, he looked at Francis' puffy face because of the heat, and thought it was so cute.

When Francis put the roast beef on the table, the aroma of the beef could not help but make people's index fingers twitch.

"How was your day at Windsor?" Mycroft asked Frances as he cut beef to put on her plate.

"Harry told me to tell you he has a gun," Francis said as he gravy'd the beef.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything.

"Would you like to open a bottle of wine?" Francis asked Mycroft.

"You decide, Alek." Mycroft could see that Francis was in high spirits, and it was estimated that something happy happened in Windsor.

Francis opened a bottle of red wine, a 97-year-old Lafite, and she poured it into a glass jug to wake up. Mycroft took two goblets from the kitchen.

"Is there no dessert?" The self-proclaimed mental worker's dessert is an indispensable part of his life.

Francis pursed his lips and smiled, glanced at McCordue with his blue eyes, and shook the wine in the flagon: "You know that eating too much sweets is not good for your health, right?"

Mycroft felt that he had to answer this question well. If he answered badly, he might not have dessert after dinner. His eyebrows were furrowed together for no more than a second and then stretched: "Yes, but I need it, Ellie gram."

Frances sighed, and there was nothing she could do about it: "I've got a red velvet roll. But have it after dinner."

"Of course." Mycroft narrowed his eyes happily.

The author has something to say: William and Harry are the ultimate sister-controllers, but their IQs are always crushed by their sisters.