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The sky is bright, and the clear chirping of birds comes from the empty valley and quiet streets.

At the moment when the morning light comes on, the extremely prosperous Milan in the future era wakes up under the power of electricity that drives the entire city.

Jumping from the heads of the figures on the spiers, gliding with bird feathers spread over the opera houses with Madonna patterns carved on the marble, the ringing of carriage bells passing through urban streets that do not yet have high-rise buildings but full of ancient charm, and people greeting each other. The laughter passed over the workers who got up early and the heat in the drainage channels,

Flying over the villas and estates of the upper-class, luxurious, aristocratic, and wealthy people, and over the crowded apartments of the mediocre and busy commoners, the whole city's scene recedes in the bird's eyes, passing by it,

Finally, he landed on a branch with dense shade in the suburbs, pecking his own bird feathers, looking at the large, soft bed covered with silk in the window more than ten meters away.

Wrapped up in a quilt...

First, he rolled to the left.

Hmm... Then something didn't feel right, so I turned to the right again.

But because it still didn't hit the wall, the 'quilt ball' showed an angry cross symbol, and it kicked impatiently, and after rolling around again...

snap...

fell to the ground.

The King of Grinding in Bed who fell out of the seal of two layers of quilts and one pillow, is referred to as the ‘King of Grinding’.

Wearing a pair of silk pajamas, Fang Ran looked at the bedroom ceiling covered with patterned paintings with a confused expression on his face. He hit his head on the floor and had only one thought in his doubtful life.

Damn it, where is my wall...

There is a wall as big as a baby! ?

"Brother, you are a bastard...you are changing my house again. I think you are at a low point and don't want to...uh..."

Fangran, who was holding his messy hair and brows twitching, gritted his teeth and sat up with his upper body full of very ominous threats. When he saw the square bed next to him with four pillars supporting a curtained canopy. Suddenly stunned.

"ah......"

Then he rolled his eyes and opened his mouth in a long sigh.

Damn, I almost forgot, this is not that home...

"Um...um...Ehhhhhh!!!"

He stretched himself on the ground with a voice that would have been very bad if he changed his gender. Then Fangran yawned and stood up from his two quilts and a pillow.

What...why are there two quilts and an extra pillow, you ask?

Of course it is because you are thinking, is it more comfortable to put your hands outside and hold the quilt when sleeping?

But it is not safe to put it outside, and it is easy to be attacked by huge and dangerous beasts in the dark (serious expression).

The same goes for pillows. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to sleep with something between your legs when sleeping? ?

emmm....

Well, none of that matters,

The real reason is actually that someone on the other side has inflated.

He scratched his head and looked at his current bedroom with a silent and complex expression. He once again looked around at an area that was larger than his and his brother's house combined. Except for his manor owner's extremely luxurious bedside table, he looked around. In addition to the typical European aristocratic bed with round nails that make the leather cushions bulge,

There is also a gorgeously decorated single sofa and a small table with various commonly used things next to it, a side-by-side bookcase filled with books with heavy gold-gilt covers, and carpets covering the entire room, framing the most beautiful scenery outside. Fine carved window frames and all kinds of luxury decorations that would take a long time to mention.

In a word, it is a sinful room filled with the atmosphere of capitalist pleasure.

only...

"It's so cool to have money..."

Fangran couldn't help but sigh and think, feeling that he might not be able to resist Veronica's next temptation if things continued like this, because he couldn't help but start planning to ask the sewing maid to make a pocket-like pocket. Quilt, so he doesn't have to wrap up two quilts...

I have a little experience of how satisfying it is to have manpower and material resources to serve myself.

The square has expanded.

He glanced outside and saw that it was daybreak. He looked around, put on his only one bedroom shoe and jumped to the bedside. He picked up the rattle on the head of his lifelong enemy and shook it.

Just a few seconds after the crisp bell rang, a short and steady knock on the door came.

The head maid, who was dressed in a much more decent and detailed outfit than the ordinary black and white maid uniform, opened the door and walked in holding the clothes he was going to wear today.

"Master, these are your clothes."

Wow...it's a maid~~~

Fangran, who had just woken up, looked at the woman who walked in with a curious look on her face. Although she could not be said to be beautiful, her regular facial features, professional and reliable professionalism, and the addition of a real maid uniform, made it so that Sharon had been working for two days even after hiring her. , he still couldn't help but stare at people from time to time.

Fangran felt extremely strange when seeing a real maid for the first time in her life.

"Ahem, um, okay, thank you, just leave it there."

Wearing only a pair of pajamas, this was the first time other than Fang's mother that someone brought her clothes to the bedside, and her old face turned slightly red.

Hey...it seems like there's another person coming...

Then he saw that after saying this, Sharon stood there without any reaction, as if she was going to see what he meant openly.

Fangran: "..."

Damn, forget that Sharon can't understand Chinese...

Fangran couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He put on a particularly stiff smile and pointed at the door and then at himself and his clothes.

"You...out, I, can wear it yourself..."

I tried to express my intentions in half-baked English with a hint of northeastern flavor.

Then as expected, Sharon showed a confused expression, but she quickly understood what Fangran meant. She put her hands in front of her and bowed,

The moment he turned around and walked out the door, there was a hint of amusement in the corner of his mouth.

Not knowing that his very poor foreign language skills had been ridiculed by his head maid, Fangran picked up his clothes and put them on, first underwear, then shirts, pants, socks, leather shoes, as well as a dark slim-fitting suit vest and a tuxedo. coat.

Then after putting on these formal clothes that always felt like he was going out today, Fangran suddenly remembered before looking in the mirror and slapped himself on the face...

Damn...I forgot to wash my face...

...

....

Anyway, the struggle of getting up lasted for a long time, and finally he opened the bedroom door with a haggard look on his face. Fangran saw his head maid, Sharon, waiting at the door.

(￣д￣;) Well...she probably didn't peek at the baby's handsome body...

I felt ashamed for some reason, and straightened my shirt collar.

Wearing a pure white shirt under a double-breasted black vest and a slender tuxedo suit outside, the thin young man looks tall and slender at the moment, and he really looks like a handsome aristocrat.

All he needs is a scepter and a top hat to become the youngest gentleman in society.

"I'll lead the way for you, please follow me."

Sharon lowered her head slightly and spoke softly, then led the way towards the front of the corridor. Although she didn't understand, Fang Ran, who knew where she was taking him, followed behind her.

Logically speaking, Fangran's daily life should be the job of a personal servant, and a man should be the personal servant of the male master. However, since Fangran is with Carol all day long, considering that the male servant may take care of the little girl, This would displease the owner, so Sharon did the job for her.

Of course, Fangran had no idea about this kind of thing.

In the corridor that is not too long, all the other maids are busy with their work, such as cleaning, dusting, and taking care of flowers. Only when Sharon and Fangran pass by, they will briefly stop and look at each other. Ran respectful greetings.

Looking at this scene, Fangran was speechless and wanted to complain about it since he found out yesterday.

Damn, are there too many servants in this manor? ?

You said that it’s okay for the pruning gardeners to organize seven or eight separate areas to form a small team. It’s just reasonable for the chefs to be divided into several people and schedule them according to their specialty dishes and desserts. The maids and maids even buy vegetables, carry things, even wipe dust and sweep the floor. They had to assign one person to each of them to take charge. Fang Ran couldn't bear it.

But tell me how it is that even the person responsible for opening the door has to find two people! ?

When I bought this manor, I saw a small phalanx of people reporting to me in front of me.

To be honest, Fangran was completely shocked.

An ordinary young man who had been taught by his mother since childhood that he had to do things by himself swallowed hard and thought with a solemn expression,

Is this... the life of a noble...?

It is indeed an unbearable burden for a diaosi to die...

Following her head maid, she quickly arrived at another room not far away.

After Sharon opened the door for him, then waited at the door with a smile and a bow, Fangran walked into the room, which was only slightly smaller than his bedroom.

Then I saw a small quilt ball rolled up on the bed.

It was lying across the bed against the head of the bed.

Fangran: emmm....

yes! If you sleep sideways, there will be a wall!

Why don’t I have such a simple solution...cough cough cough!

When he suddenly realized that he had gone astray, Fangran finally remembered that he was here to wake Ling, who could stay in bed better than him, and walked to the bed seriously.

Looking at the quilt on the bed leaning against the head of the bed, he sighed helplessly:

"Ling... wake up... the sun is out, you see I'm already up..."

Pushing and then pulling up the quilt on the bed, the first thing Fangran saw was a lot of rolled up nightgown.

The girl's thigh skin is fairer and softer than white cloth...

"Um...?"

The light gold and pure white nightgown scattered on the bed looked like a young girl like an angel. Hearing Fangran's voice, she opened her sleepy eyes, then rubbed the corners of her eyes and sat up. One shoulder strap slipped off, revealing her delicate white skin. The voice whispered softly over the shoulder.

"Are you going to get up...Fangran..."

Seeing the girl's disheveled appearance just after getting up, Fangran was slightly stunned at first, and then he could only helplessly slap his forehead.

How can I put it...I don't feel embarrassed when I see such a scene. I am relieved that I am not a lolita at least.

Why are my feelings so complicated...

"Okay, okay... get up quickly and wash up. Staying in bed is not a good habit. Ling, you have to learn from me..."

Watching the young man who looked like an old father tidy up the girl's nightgown, he pushed the yawning girl with her little hands over her mouth and walked towards the bathroom and shouted outside:

"Sharon, come here and help her get dressed and get dressed for going out."

The head maid guarding the door chuckled knowing that it was time for her to appear.

"Fangran...are we going out today...?"

"Well, given the bad shopping experience last time. How about we go check out the sights today?"

"Um."

In a manor on the outskirts of Milan, young people and girls started their morning in an aristocratic way of life.

Oh, by the way, what I almost forgot to mention is...

The rooms of aristocratic couples in this era were actually separate, and the meaning of having a young girl stay in that room was discussed among the servants of the manor about their romance breaking the age gap.

Of course, Fangran also didn't know at all.

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