[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

It was the nth time that Anthea, a good British assistant, came up with the idea that there was no work to do. Since Boss got engaged, the chance of her eyes being blinded was almost [-]%.

The princess has been suffering from headaches since she woke up. She used to live in Windsor, and she could always easily hide it from her relatives. Since she moved to the Casablanca manor, the princess' headaches have been unable to escape the eyes of the boss.

Anthea suspected that he even knew when the princess went to the bathroom.

But this idea is very obscene, Anthea just thinks about it and dare not show it on her face.

Everything that led to her wanting to resign started from the day Boss found out that the princess had a headache, that is, from the first day the princess came back from the United States.

That day, when Anthea got off work, she secretly thought that tonight the Boss should come down with the princess to have sex with the newlyweds, and probably there would be nothing to look for such a small person like her at night, and she also thoughtfully reminded her The following agents don't bother the boss to solve the rest of the matter tonight unless a terrorist organization wants to blow up London.

Sure enough, the group of mainstays who guarded England showed a wretched look of "I understand".

Anthea complained in her heart for the nth time, is it really the right choice to hand over England to this group of people?

Although she guessed that the boss would not come back to her tonight, she still turned on the blackberry mobile phone that the princess gave her, just in case.

Sure enough, at three o'clock in the morning, the boss called and asked her to go to Casablanca Manor.

There was simply no work to be done.

Anthea pulled herself together and left the apartment quickly.

When she first received the call, she felt tense and thought that something serious had happened. She thought that the security system of the Casablanca manor had been breached by lawbreakers.

When Anthea arrived at the Casablanca Manor, she was overwhelmed by the sense of history of this majestic manor that existed in the Middle Ages, but she didn't immerse herself for a long time. She just secretly lamented the superb taste of the Boss and the princess, and hurried into the Casablanca Manor.

Naturally, there were servants in the manor to receive Anthea. Anthea followed the servants upstairs and stopped in front of a reddish-brown carved door. A couple whispered from the half-hidden door.

"Honey, who's here?" The princess's voice was mixed with weak groans.

"It should be Anthea, I asked her to accompany you." The boss's voice was no different from usual, but Anthea, who had been boss for almost ten years, could hear the obvious anxiety in the boss's voice.

"Oh, that's what I'm most afraid of. After you know about my headache, isn't it enough for you to call a doctor? I'm not a child anymore." The princess complained to Boss disapprovingly.

Although Princess Anthea Tucao is usually soft and obedient, she is even scarier than the bear brother Sherlock when she is rebellious.

"Eric." The boss was coaxing the princess, which made Anthea close her ears to listen to how the British government coaxed people.

"You should have told me sooner." Boss's voice sank half a tone, and he sighed a bit, "I'm worried about you, Eric."

Be darling, Anthea doesn't even know that Boss is a love boy.

"Take the pills first, be obedient." Boss's tone seemed to be coaxing his daughter, "I have to speak to Dr. Byron, and I will let Anthea come in to accompany you."

"You have to promise not to tell grandma them? Father is a little nervous about my affairs." The princess complained weakly.

"It depends on your situation." Boss's voice was extremely cold.

"Dear~"

Anthea's goosebumps almost fell off when she heard it. She could imagine the princess looking at Boss with her messy hair and big moist blue eyes. Who can say no to such a girl who looks like a delicate doll? Woolen cloth?

"No, Eric."

Anthea, who heard the Boss talking, almost rushed in and pointed at the Boss's nose and shouted - 'You are cruel, you are ruthless, you are vexatious'

But due to the boss's cold face on weekdays, Anthea obediently stood outside and waited for the boss to come out.

After Boss came out, he put on a more stern face than usual, and nodded at Anthea to let her go in to accompany Her Highness the Princess.

Anthea looked at the face of Boss, and she didn't dare to kick in to avoid the typhoon. She had to remind the little bastards of MI5 and MI6 to take it easy recently.

She went in and was startled by the pale princess lying on the bed, who leaned on the pillow and smiled at her with her almost bloodless lips.

Anthea finally understood why the Boss made such a fuss?

Since Her Royal Highness Princess Francis had an accident in Italy, Boss has raised the safety of the princess to the highest level of monitoring; after the princess developed autism, her health became the top priority.

"Come and sit down, Anthea. It's so late, and Mycroft is here to disturb you." Francis looked very polite, but her voice seemed a little weak.

Anthea quickly stated: "It's nothing, Your Highness. Well, are you okay?"

"If I hadn't been forced to drink milk every day, I would have lived pretty well." Francis lowered his voice, "When I was in the United States, I had to live feed McCoff to drink milk every day."

Judging from the boss's control freak personality, this is really very possible.

Thinking of this, Anthea felt more and more sympathy for Her Royal Highness—not everyone has the courage to fall in love with the British government.

In Anthea's eyes, the princess is a real warrior.

"Aren't you looking good?" Anthea asked worriedly looking at Francis' pale, almost transparent face.

"It's just a little headache. Maybe it's because I've been busy running back and forth recently, and that's why McCoff made such a fuss." Francis habitually spoke hard, and Anthea saw the happiness in her eyes, and silently drank the bowl of dog food.

"Boss, he cares about His Highness very much." Anthea boldly said to Francis, taking advantage of McCoff's absence.

Francis probably didn't expect that Anthea would tell her this. She glanced at her unexpectedly and raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "I know."

Anthea thought that what Her Highness the Princess didn't know was that she had turned a god-man into a mortal with her own hands.

Ever since falling in love with Her Royal Highness Princess Francis, she can feel the subtle changes in Boss. He began to be like an ordinary man, worried that his young and beautiful fiancée would be snatched away by other handsome and young gentlemen; he often controls the princess The monitoring around His Highness is convenient for observing the princess at any time.

Boss knew all about the princess being accosted by several people in Cambridge, even what the three generations of those people's ancestors did.

Although the banner he played was for the safety of His Highness.

But Anthea had already seen through his little thoughts, but she didn't say it out loud.

In fact, this perception is still very scary.

Under the influence of the drug, Her Royal Highness slowly raised her eyelids while chatting, Anthea deliberately slowed down her speech, and only after she fell asleep did Anthea leave the room. There were still servants waiting for her outside the door.

Anthea followed the servant to the study, and Boss was sending the family doctor out with a solemn expression.

After the servant sent the family doctor away, Anthea went into the study and stood at the desk waiting for the boss's order.

Mycroft wrote something on the paper with a pen, and within a short while after he wrote, the paper was full, and he handed the paper to Anthea.

"Go find a nutritionist and ask him to arrange recipes for the princess according to this paper, and then find a chef and ask them to cooperate."

Anthea nodded.

By the time she left, the sky was already slightly bright, and it was only three hours before she went to work.

She can go back and catch up on sleep.

When going to work the next day, Anthea received a call, and the notification made her want to leave behind.

Because—Boss asked for a vacation.

Either working from home or going straight to vacation.

The reason is that he has to accompany the sick princess.

Even if the other party said that she could go to Cambridge to teach alive and well, but a arrogant man like Boss just wanted to take a vacation to accompany his fiancée.

Anthea conveyed the news of Boss' vacation to the Prime Minister without love, and MI6's phone was about to explode.

MI6 has become a Shura field.

The life of the fiancée living in the manor is very comfortable, but the fiancée is accusing her husband of depriving her of fun.

"The kitchen is my pleasure, and you've taken it away so ruthlessly." Frances lay on Mycroft's lap as he played with her blonde hair.

She looks very angry, not like the pale look that she couldn't sleep because of the headache last night.

But this did not comfort Mycroft. Dr. Byron told him yesterday that Francis' headache was the aftereffect of the shock caused by drowning, and it was an irreversible consequence.

"You still have to do a more detailed inspection, Eric." Mycroft's voice was undeniably serious.

Francis casually nodded to show that she understood. She found that he had no more secrets with Mycroft. The relaxed feeling made him feel relieved. She sat up directly, and McCoff reminded her not to change her position too quickly.

"I'm not a child anymore, Mycroft. If you do this again, I'll run away from home." Francis glared at him dissatisfied.

"It was my fault."

Francis pursed her lips, her blue eyes were more beautiful than the sky, she raised her head and asked her dear fiancé: "I don't think there should be any secrets between us, right, Mycroft?"

she asked.

Mycroft paused imperceptibly, his deep green eyes looked at her azure blue, kissed the corner of her lips lightly, and said lightly: "No more."

However, there is a forbidden place in his heart, and no one can set foot in this place.

Nobody.

The author has something to say: Poor Anthea