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The butler of the prince's mansion is an old man with white hair and thin hair, called Mr. Allen.

It is said that it was the servant who accompanied Lord Wangjue's mother when she was a child, and later found Wangjue himself who was exiled because of the family's decline.

Of course, that happened many years ago, and few people know about it.

Mr. Alan, the housekeeper, has half of the blood of the Jialan star, and the other half is from other galaxies. His appearance looks a bit like that of the Yueqin star.

When the gift from the underground auction was delivered, Mr. Allen was naturally responsible for signing for it and conducting safety checks.

There are many people who want to give gifts to Lord Wangjue, but because of the gentleman's temperament, no one has dared to be so blatant for a long time.

"This is through the eyes and ears of the Lord Wang Jue." The gift giver said ambiguously according to the previous instructions.

Mr. Allen had received the news that the Lord Wang Jue was on his way back to the mansion. After the gift was safe, he didn't make a good decision to keep it.

"In this case, let's wait for the adults to come back and decide everything. Please rest here."

When Wang Jue came back, the gift had already woken up from the box, he took a bath spontaneously, changed into the uniform of a servant in the mansion, and stood in the living room with the smiling and kind Mr. Allen to welcome the return of the master.

Lord Wang Jue's expression did not ease even when he returned to his home. His handsome face like a sculpture seemed to be wearing a mask that had been integrated into one body all the time, without a trace of human emotion.

He walked in without squinting, and when the gift came forward and served him like a personal servant, unbuttoning his coat, he suddenly looked at him coldly.

Su Lingran responded to his direct gaze, her clear eyes were as gentle and innocent as a handful of spring water.

"Master, this is a gift from the auction house you went to today, and it is said that it has your tacit approval."

Wang Jue's handsome and arrogant face was slightly pale when viewed from a close distance, and his gloomy and indifferent eyes stared at Su Lingran for a moment, noncommittal, and hummed very lightly.

In the end, he let go of his hand, acquiesced to Su Lingran unbuttoning him, and took off his coat for him.

During the process, he kept looking at Su Lingran for a moment, until the other party backed away, and then took the initiative to take the spare home clothes and walked to the cloakroom alone.

The housekeeper, Mr. Allen, smiled kindly: "The master means that you can stay."

This is the first time that the owner has a different attitude towards the gift, so Mr. Allen naturally smiled with relief.

"It's a great honor." Su Lingran also smiled lightly.

Wang Jue's mansion is huge, but apart from the strict defense of mechanical beast guards, there are not many living people in the mansion itself.

Except for a cook who can cook Yueqin star food, a gardener who manages the garden, and a logistics manager who is responsible for cleaning and purchasing, most of the work under the housekeeper Allen is done by intelligent robots.

But now, there is an extra high-ranking servant, Su Lingran.

"The master used to have no high-ranking servants, so he may not be used to it because of shyness, and maybe you need to remember a few rules. Temporary."

There is no need for the butler to explain euphemistically, Su Lingran is very clear that it is the Lord Wang Jue who makes these rules.

"Don't go into his bedroom when he's asleep."

"Can't be in his sight while he's taking a shower."

"You can only touch things other than the coat, and you can't touch his skin directly."

"Can't smile at him..."

"only can……"

Trivial, unimaginable clauses, Mr. Allen may be too old to understand, he pushed his glasses, and happily folded the clauses that the master had made all night.

Then he smiled at Su Lingran and said, "It's just some awkwardness caused by cleanliness and long-term solitude. Don't worry, he may not even know what he wrote. By the way, what is your name?"

"Lin Ran."

"Okay, it's a good name. Hahaha I think the master will like it too."

Su Lingran was confused, but still expressed curiosity, and asked for this strict rule with a learning attitude.

In the morning, when Lord Wang Jue left the bedroom and appeared in the wash area, Su Lingran wore a standard deacon uniform and appeared in front of him after ringing the bell.

The face of Lord Wang Jue who woke up was still calm, but his facial features were slightly softer, without the frozen sculptural feeling of yesterday.

His skin is very fair, and the slight marks around his eyes are obvious.

Gloomy, indifferent and serious, on the pale face that had just woken up, it appeared that those dark eyes with faint dark circles were exceptionally clear and pure.

Lord Wang Jue looked at Su Lingran who appeared suddenly without expression, as if he didn't understand why this person appeared here.

"I'm here to serve the master to wash up. This is not listed in your rules and regulations." Su Lingran maintained a just right smile, with slightly curved eyebrows and eyes.

Lord Wang Jue stared at him for a few seconds, he didn't know whether he was more awake or more confused. After a few seconds, he stretched out his finger, as if to confirm something, and slowly landed on Su Lingran's shoulder. Push him out the door and close the bathroom door.

Su Lingran was slightly taken aback, but then the arc of his eyes deepened.

When Lord Wang Jue opened the door again and came out, his body was no longer soft, and he was meticulously neat and tidy.

"I don't need people when I wash up."

After saying this, he went straight to the breakfast room.

Although his expression was gloomy and indifferent, and his moodiness was difficult to figure out, his clear and extremely low voice was unexpectedly gentle, as if he had no emotional indifference, which sounded reassuring.

The butler does not appear during the meal, and the robot will leave after the food is delivered to the table from the back kitchen until the owner finishes eating.

But now, there is one more Su Lingran.

Lord Wang Jue walked over, and unconsciously moved his brows and eyes when he saw the style of breakfast.

Su Lingran saw it: "Master, the food of Yueqin Star is the same as usual. If you are tired of it, a new recipe will be replaced tomorrow."

Lord Wang Jue didn't say anything, and sat down in silence.

Sober after washing, he regained that indestructible indifference, and his dark eyes calmly looked at Su Lingran who was standing aside.

Su Lingran stood beside him, as if he couldn't feel the sharpness at all, maintaining a faint smile, while putting the matched food on the plate in front of him.

"I heard from Mr. Allen that the master doesn't like having people around during the meal, so I'll take my leave."

After saying this with a smile, when he was about to leave, his wrist was grabbed by those extremely cold fingers.

Su Lingran raised his eyes, slightly stunned, and his smile disappeared.

Not only grabbing the hand, but gently pulling it, Su Lingran had no choice but to lean over slightly, and put his fingers on the shoulder of Lord Wang Jue who was leaning on the back of the wide chair.

From a close distance, the handsome face of the man is not intentionally cold at all. To some extent, his expression is even peaceful and peaceful. What makes people feel gloomy and indifferent is the excessive calmness in his eyes, or his own Aura?

Not sure.

Lord Wang Jue watched Su Lingran quietly, and said softly, "Button."

Su Lingran lowered her eyes, under the man's slender neck, in the nest of the neck, the top button of the shirt was not fastened.

This is indeed the duty of a valet.

Slowly loosening his fingers, the owner leaned against the back of the chair uncooperatively, and his slender and straight legs stretched naturally.

This means that Su Lingran is almost kneeling on his knees, close to him, so that he can barely catch his slightly receding neck.

The holes of the buttons are very small, and the materials of the buttons are smooth and delicate like pearls. In such a difficult environment, it is a challenge for unprofessional servants.

In particular, the gloomy and indifferent master is quietly watching the servants working in front of him without blinking. In the quiet restaurant, each other's breathing is close at hand, as if alternately.

Su Lingran was concentrating, her lips pursed unconsciously, and the faint smile on her face had long since disappeared.

The man's hand was on the armrest beside him, but the illusion seemed to surround him silently.

Such a posture is more like a lover's kiss than a button.

I failed many times, but fortunately, the food was in a special insulated plate, and the master patiently waited for the clumsy servant, not caring at all about his repeated mistakes.

"Sorry, it might take a while."

"Hmm." It was a very soft voice, without any emotional ups and downs.

Those dark and quiet pupils were not so harmless, they didn't last for a moment, and they were more tense than being pointed at by the world's most sophisticated weapons.

The fingers failed again and slipped from the collar, and the fingers had to touch the pale and delicate skin of the master's neck.

The breath in the air is slightly heavier.

After slipping again, Su Lingran frowned slightly, and her breathing became heavier.

Breathing together and falling together, it is like exchanging life domains with each other.

Although the owner has been very patient, his chest heaved as if he couldn't hold his breath. The slight movement caused the neckline to move slightly, and the work of buttoning the buttons became more and more difficult.

Su Lingran subconsciously moved closer. From behind, it looked like he was lying on Lord Wang Jue's lap and arms.

The man's fingers were lifted up, and as long as they were lightly lowered, they could completely confine him in his arms, and it was he who threw himself into his arms on his own initiative, no wonder anyone.

Su Lingran held her breath for a while, and relaxed her slightly frowned brows. Finally, she hoped to pass through most of the time.

The master suddenly lost his patience, moved slightly, and raised a hand to grab his.

Su Lingran was stunned, and raised her eyebrows to look.

The handsome Lord Wang Jue didn't have the slightest bad temper, he was quiet and almost calm, but gloomy and indifferent, like a gorgeous and gloomy pastoral oil painting.

The extremely soft voice was elegant and calm, and the eyes were clear and quiet. He turned to his new personal servant: "Did Alan not show you the rules?"

Su Lingran's clear eyes stared at him: "Sorry, I can't touch you, can I?"

"Is it intentional?"

Su Lingran was puzzled: "Huh?"

The gloomy and quiet eyes didn't blink, and the calm and soft voice didn't mean to be harsh: "I made a mistake on purpose, got close with an excuse, and seduced me."

Su Lingran: "..."

The man sat up slightly, and when Su Lingran retreated, his fingers accurately pressed his lower back to prevent him from retreating.

For a moment, it was like hugging and staggering, the lowered eyes and four eyes were relatively inseparable, and the side faces were at a distance, and then, as Lord Wang Jue sat up, the distance was opened again and returned to normal.

Except for the finger on the back that prevented Su Lingran from retreating.

His lord Wang Jue stared at his personal servant indifferently and quietly, and said in a very soft voice without any emotional ups and downs, calmly saying: "In the empire, a servant who tries to lure his master to bed is guilty, and the master can punish him as he likes. Do you understand? "

Su Lingran held his breath, his blood became disordered for a moment, and his clear eyes were slightly empty.

Feeling pheromone a little unstable.

"Yes. I understand."

Lord Wang Jue stood up, slightly supporting his shoulder with his fingers, his whole body was almost close to each other, but separated by the cold and stiff uniform.

Uniforms of imperial nobles and uniforms of deacons.

This is naturally the same as before, not a hug.

The man's fingers did not leave, and his body was slightly taller than Su Lingran. In his ear, there was an extremely light and emotionless voice: "Today is the first day, so I can forgive you. Next time, it will be on purpose."

Breathing into the sensitive ears, Su Lingran opened his eyes unconsciously: "Thank you, your tolerance and generosity. Next time, I will definitely..."

The indifferent and gloomy, uncertain master: "I said it on purpose, it was myself."

Su Lingran: "..."