"Why do I need to do anything?"

49 He held himself firmly and did not speak, which made Haman a little confused, so he could only speak first.

49 originally wanted Haman to kiss him once, but I thought that Haman would be embarrassed and didn't say anything.

He put down Haman and took the apron beside him, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the cleaning desk to tell Haman, "It will be good later. If you are hungry, you can eat some snacks to make your stomach first. There is a coffee table."

After saying that, 49 skillfully washed the steak and broccoli and began to prepare dinner.

Haman was indeed hungry, and knew that 49 would come to pick him up, so he deliberately waited for 49 while hungry.

The reason is that he is afraid that he will come out to eat with 49 when he is full, and that he will not be able to eat with him. He is afraid that 49 will worry about him and that he will do this.

"Then I'll wait for you outside."

Haman went to the lobby to watch TV obediently.

Haman turned on the TV outside the hall, but he was not in the mood to watch it, but took out his cell phone.

He looked at his phone in a daze. He hoped that when he took out his phone, there would be an extra missed call or a text message, but nothing was left and it was empty.

Haman sighed with loss.

"By the way, I haven't asked my father yet?"

Harman suddenly thought of the 49 confessing to him. He was too busy today and he had not called his father to ask if he could date someone.

"Now I'm busy dealing with the enemy. If I ask this, would my father be angry?"

Harman became scared and a little timid.

He looked at the note of his father's number and was reluctant to click it.

"I am already an adult, so I should not have to go through my father's consent to interact with others!"

Haman, who was looking at his phone, biting his fingers so unconfidenced to convince himself. Although he was nervous, he was even more afraid of calling and asking.

"As long as he dares to go home with me in the future, there should be no problem."

Haman said this to himself in a low voice, and finally hurriedly exited the phone book, gave up asking, and was afraid that his father would not agree that he could not communicate with 49.

Haman, who hesitated, looked up and looked in the direction of the kitchen. He looked at the busy 49, feeling a little complicated.

His first rebellion was actually for 49.

"Okay, let's ask my brother!"

Haman, who was guilty and undecided, thought of Hamore at the first time, and sent a text message to Hamore if he didn't answer the phone.

But at this time, Hamore's mobile phone was not around, and he was placed alone in the bedside table, and there were no people on the bed.

The water in the bathroom was buzzing, and there seemed to be Hamore's crying and scolding and smug laughter.

Outside the door

Os looked out the window at the end of the aisle and smoked without any expression.

Rank, who was standing opposite him, kept his head down, holding his knight suit tightly with both hands, his ears were very red.

Seeing Rank burying his head embarrassedly, Os, who was smoking, glanced at him.

Not a child, why are you shy?

Os thought so in his heart.

But he didn't know how to change his words again, it was only 22, and he was indeed a child.

For Os, who is already 33, Rank, who is only 22, is of course a child, after all, he is here at the age of his life.

"Just just stand, you go and rest!"

Oss said to Rank, he was lazy and vomiting smoke.

Rank immediately shook his head, "I have to protect His Highness."

"What needs protection now is my master. What protection does your highness need?" Os muttered speechlessly.

"If you don't go, I'll go. I'll be exhausted in the middle of the night."

After saying that, Oss left smoking and left Rank alone at the door of Hamore's room.

Rank immediately panicked. It was so embarrassing that he was the only one standing here!

"Let's stand together... together."

Rank hurriedly called Os and stuttered.

Oss was squeezing his brown hair with trouble, and his hard heroic face was unhappy, but the light of his eyes swept away Rank's helplessness, and he sighed and returned to the place where he had just stood.

I didn’t take the old knight but brought a novice. I thought I had too many heads and couldn’t finish it?

Oss complained that Sai was full, and his eyes looked up and down at Rank, whose blonde hair was slightly curled, and his glassy pupils were clean and white and red.

"Can you give me a cigarette?" ωωw..net

Rank looked up at Os opposite him and asked, looking shy.

Os raised his eyebrows, "Can't the Knights smoke?"

"It's not in the palace now."

Rank, who was asked this, scratched his face and said guiltily.

Os thought about it, so he didn't ask anything, and handed a cigarette to Rank.

He wanted to light a cigarette for Rank, but no matter how he found out, he couldn't see the lighter in his pocket.

Os scratched his head speechlessly and raised his steps towards Rank.

Rank was startled at Os who suddenly leaned over and panicked in an instant.

Os saw it but didn't explain it. He supported the wall behind Rank, lowered his head and put the cigarette towards Rank.

Rank was stunned for a while before he realized that he was going to light a cigarette, so he hurriedly put the cigarette in his mouth and raised his head.

Not stupid either.

Os smiled so much in his heart, and the smoke with the fire touched Rank's cigarette butt.

Maybe it was because he got too close to Rank subconsciously held his breath and was inexplicably nervous.

"alright."

After lighting the cigarette, Os retracted his big hand that was above Rank's head and said to the side.

Rank looked at the lit cigarette curiously, then took a sip carefully, but after a burst of coughing, tears falling down.

Why is this thing so choking?

Rank frowned and slapped the smoke with his hands, coughing wildly.

It's true that they are kids who can't even smoke cigarettes.
Chapter completed!