Intergalactic Era of Gossip

In so many years, it was the first time that Naron visited Linton Community. The location of the residential area is relatively remote, but the advantage is that the environment is beautiful, the buildings are far apart, and the privacy of the residents can be greatly protected.

For many years, colleagues have had a general understanding of each other's residences, and finding the precise location is just a matter of communication. So when Narren stopped in front of a small single-family villa, he was very sure that this was Sells' private residence.

The villa is not big, only two stories high. Strictly speaking, it does not match the identity of the owner, but for a single and unmarried young man living alone, it is enough.

Through the white fence, Narren saw a few sports cars parked in the backyard garage at a glance, and dim light flashed under his eyes-even if only a corner was glimpsed, it was enough for him to guess the origins of those cars-the latest launch of the Lihir family The heavyweight style.

The life of the son of the sports car giant is not envious.

Naryn retracted his eyes, clicked the lock plate, and entered the code with his fingers. Soon, with a soft "click", the door opened.

As soon as you enter, it is the hallway. He hesitated for a moment, bent over to choose a pair of cotton slippers, replaced the dust-stained leather boots, and walked in slowly.

There are not many furnishings in the Sells home. Except for some essential daily necessities, the rest is estimated to be the decorations provided in the fine decoration package.

A few dark coats were randomly placed on the sofa in the living room, and there was also a plate of food scraps on the coffee table. The traces of life belonging to Sells are everywhere.

All sorts of clues faintly revealed the unknown side behind this glamorous imperial idol.

Naren looked around in a curious way, his eyes noticed the wooden staircase not far away, and he hesitated to speak with someone. But shouting loudly is a bit rude to him.

Finally, he frowned, removed the suspicious socks on the sofa, and decided to sit in an empty seat and wait for the owner to come out to greet him.

Sells looked in the mirror again and again to sort it out, and after confirming that he had no problems, he left the door. When he stepped down the stairs, he had already seen the figure in the living room, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend up. He touched the watch on his hand and accelerated his pace.

"Baby, you are here."

The rising tail sound seemed to be spinning.

Dressed up to be able to attend Congress immediately, Marshal Sells Monte, who spoke before the people of the whole country, exuded strong hormones.

Naryn straightened his waist and nodded slightly: "It happens to be close by to deal with the matter, stop by and take a look."

Sells pulled his tie naturally-Mrs. Rihir once said that the way a man pulls a tie is fascinating-his eyes narrowed when he was about to sit next to him.

Unwashed socks, food left over for many days, and messy coats...

"Ahem." The marshal, who was too obsessed with dressing up but ignored other important factors, started talking with a guilty conscience: "Is this place okay?"

Naren said politely: "The environment is good."

Sells: "I chose to move here because I took a fancy to its environment."

Naron recalled something: "It seems that it was three years ago. You moved out of the Monte home. It is said that there was a dinner party for this?"

Sells sat on his socks swiftly, and said next to Naryn: "It's not a dinner party, it's just a gathering of acquaintances."

Suddenly being close to his body made Narren a little uncomfortable: "Really? I remember going to a lot of people."

In addition to the dozen or so invitations sent out, Sells allowed each invitation to carry a partner.

Sells helplessly: "That group of guys..." Most of the people he invited were similar to his age, and they were basically single. The marshal who was forced into helplessness had to agree to give this group of wailing out of order through this method. The bastards, an opportunity to make future "partners".

The young ladies who did not receive the invitation letter really boiled, and those bachelors who had the invitation letter ushered in the most eager and widespread attention in their lives.

Although it is for Sells, the chance of getting acquainted is not important, is the next acquaintance the key?

At that time, the relationship between Naryn and him was still very bad. Naturally, he didn't receive the invitation letter, and he didn't plan to join in the fun, but he couldn't stand the momentum. For a long time, the imperial capital was talking about the invitation letter.

Naryn was a little speechless when he heard Sells' explanation. He never expected that there was such a deep intention behind an invitation letter.

The marshal felt a little critical.

I always feel that the "disharmonious relationship between the two" will become a historical issue, and I will come out and jump around from time to time in the future-you must know that the most impressive feature of Prince Charles is "remembering revenge."

Sells asked in a low voice, "Show you around?" Those guys from a few years ago were guests, and now this belated male protagonist is the most important.

Naryn: "...It's almost time for dinner."

Sells turned to think about the delicious shops nearby. Finally he handed over the right to choose and asked: "Where do you want to go?"

Naryn lowered his eyelids, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Sells instantly felt as if he was scratched by a soft cat pad, and he had no resistance to his appearance: "Are you going for a ride? There are a few new cars in the garage. We can order a good meal first and take a ride. Go there again."

Naren asked in a deep voice, "Sales, don't you feel it?"

Sayles was taken aback: "What?"

Naryn: "We are like playing house now."

Sells: "..."

Naren asked tentatively: "We were together last night, didn't we?"

Sells nodded quickly: "Of course!"

"That's good." Naren said with an academically serious expression, "Sit up straight first."

The marshal, who had been involuntarily tilting his body for a long time while speaking, had to sit up straight after hearing the words.

"Naren, I..."

With a heavy shoulder, the powerful and agile Asha God of War was easily suppressed on the back of the sofa before he finished speaking. And a certain sneak attacker, maintaining the action of restraining people, watched for a few seconds.

In these few seconds, Sells had at least a dozen ways to escape and counter-supplement flashed in his mind, but he just relaxed his body and looked at each other with gentle eyes.

Naryn leaned down and slowly moved closer.

The clear male fragrance penetrated into his nose, and he was slightly surprised: "Drante?"

Sells touched his neck cautiously: "Well, the smell of you on Langton Street."

Naron: "..." How many stupid things did he do to cover up that incident?

Naryn waved his haunting hand on the back of his neck: "Don't move."

Sells withdrew his hand obediently and sighed.

Then he said in a coaxing tone: "Baby, keep this position and kiss me by the way."

Naryn rolled his gray-green eyes, his face sinking slightly.

Just when Sells was feeling melancholy, he heard Narren say:

"Oh, smelling the perfume is just the way."

As soon as the voice fell, the Imperial Marshal felt his lips soft, and instantly lost his voice.

The serious-looking curly-haired young man carefully aimed at the lips of the person under him, and pressed a soft kiss.

Sells' eyes darkened, and he restrained himself from turning over and regaining the initiative. His back was close to the soft sofa, and those gray-green eyes were looking straight at him, with a serious look hidden in their eyes.

Sells was lost.

Every time he felt that he had figured out Naren Charvey, the other party could always do something unexpected to him again.

Sometimes his face is extremely thin, but when he finds signs of insulting self-esteem, he will instantly mobilize a high level of attack or protection consciousness; but sometimes it's not like that.

In the earliest time, Naryn wore a bearded appearance. In order to get rid of suspicion, he made a warm and affectionate confession to him in the public. The most recent time, the night before, he continued to pretend to sleep in order to protect his face and showdown. After that, he immediately expressed his affection for himself.

It seemed that as long as he faced Sells, Naren could always do something that challenged his self-esteem and endured shame.

Just like now, if the Prince is in a sane state, it is difficult to kiss actively. He attributed all the strangeness to Sells to a strong sense of awkwardness, and felt that it was a shame to put down his body and pursue a former enemy.

But the fact is--

The gray-green eyes slowly closed, seeming to enjoy the intimacy.

Sells couldn't help but think of a possibility—perhaps Naryn had fallen in love with himself a long time ago.

Otherwise, he can't find other tenable reasons for a person with strong self-esteem to do this.

Speaking of, he didn't spend much effort in the formal pursuit of Narren. Except for the recent night attack, there was only a confession made last night, and it seemed that it was not a difficult thing to impress this picky prince.

Even, it's too simple.

But if, in the state of Naryn subconsciously initiating affection for him, he is playing two roles again, and he is undergoing trial, trying his best to cover up everything, it is also true... the awkwardness is at the culmination.

Sells: "..."

Closing the slender back of the neck, dark eyes flashed with a faint light. Just when he was about to oppose the guest, Naron stepped back.

"Is there any takeaway here?" Turning his face a little uncomfortably, the prince asked with his red ears in a very calm expression, "Go out for a drive after you have finished eating."

Sells did not move and watched quietly for dozens of seconds. It wasn't until Narren became nervous that he leaped forward and took the person into his arms, rubbed it, and touched the small curls at the end of the hair.

After his breathing calmed down, the marshal, who was jabbed to the point of dizziness, finally opened the terminal and started ordering food.

Naryn: "???"

Chapter 84 [Just a try] Sells showed off his lair completely.

Naryn spent most of the morning thinking about the relationship with Sells. Although the beginning was not satisfactory, he also discovered that he did not reject the other's touch.

If Sells teased him and didn't let Duny go, Naron confirmed that he would stay far away from Sells and would never let him get close again in his life.

When dealing with feelings, the Shierwei family never half-hearted, he can not tolerate an unfaithful person as a partner.

Simply Sells didn't step on two boats, and he looked good in front of him.

Naryn decided...try it.

Um. Just try.

He emphasized in his heart.

Sells quickly ordered the food, and took Naron to show him around the villa. What to visit in a two-story bachelor villa?

The prince was patiently drawn to the bedroom on the second floor.

"Alright?" Sells asked this question every time he entered a room.

He is not an interior designer, so why do you ask this?

Naryn had to say decently that it was good, very good, and looked comfortable.

Then Sells would smile happily.

This is really strange.

Naryn suddenly noticed a familiar coat on the pillow. After a while, he realized that it was the clothes that Sells went to his room to change after the attack on the street bug.

--is his.

As early as when he lent the clothes out, he didn't plan to return them back. At this moment, seeing his clothes draped on the other side's pillow, he was in entanglement.

Sells didn't notice the problem.

Naren didn't take the initiative to ask either. He doesn't know what other people's dates are like? Those on the star network are not counted, there is always a big distance between the network and reality. But his original plan was not to visit Sells' house.

There are not many rooms on the second floor of Sells. In addition to the master bedroom and study, there is also a huge fitness room.

The owner pressed the switch, and the pure white ceiling began to move to both sides, revealing a clear blue sky outside the house, and the sun poured down, illuminating the room with a golden halo.

Naryn: "..."

In the end, Sells showed his old nest completely. Leading the way is like a lion showing off his territory.

When the two came down from the upper floor, the doorbell rang in due course.

"It should be lunch." Sells guessed, and said, "I'll be back soon."

The food delivery robot was already waiting outside. After Sells entered the designated meal picking code, the robot's eyes flashed, and the "belly" opened in the next second, and a beautifully packaged food box was delivered.

"The couple meal you bought has been delivered, I wish you a happy meal."

Mrs. Vader, who happened to be passing by the roadside, slammed her ears, and saw the handsome neighbor boy holding the big red food box and entering the house with spring breeze.

Most of the people living in the Linton community are retired empire cadres or quiet people who don't like to be disturbed. On weekdays, they are not very busy, but there is a young talent living in the community. Although everyone does not talk about it, they can't help but feel curious.

We must know that some retired women are born with an eager desire to make a good story.

Especially when one party is in good condition and is married and single.

But no one will rush to the door for this purpose. Good education makes people restrained, so Mrs. Vader will only mention a few words when they encounter each other on the road.

but now……

"Couple package?" The gray-haired woman confirmed that she had heard her correctly.

Perhaps this young man had too much appetite and simply ordered a meal for two.

But her doubts were quickly dispelled, because she saw a pure black sports car parked in front of the Monte’s house.

As a car lover, Naren Charvey's car is naturally not too bad. Even if it is not comparable to the limited edition of the Lihir family, it is not much different.

The vicious-eyed Mrs. Vader quickly passed the car and inferred the general situation of the owner-a man of good background.

Yes, male.

This car does not have the slightest femininity in terms of appearance, color, or the interior decoration style seen through the front window. Moreover, since the housewarming banquet was held after the young man moved in three years ago, she has rarely seen Sells invite other people to be guests.

Mrs. Vader felt it necessary to communicate with her female companions that Mr. Monte, a neighbor, was suspected of leaving the order.

The two people in the room have already begun a "happy" meal time.

Looking at the suspiciously dressed pink food box, Naren looked away, and did not ask why the two big men wanted to eat this kind of takeaway with a bow.

"The taste of this shop is very good." After opening it to find that the food was more difficult to explain, Sells explained a few words: "It may be in time for the event today, and it is usually...normal."

Although I usually order personal business meals, even if I switch to a couple’s meal, this decoration style is too exaggerated!

Naryn had recovered his calm, and when he heard that he was holding the cutlery, a knife pierced the heart-shaped steak on the plate. A sharp knife and fork poked a piece, put it in his mouth and tasted it. He nodded and said, "Yes."

Sells: "..."

The two young people with good appetites sat opposite each other, their dining postures were a little serious.

After half a minute, Sells suddenly pushed his plate forward.

The prince who was immersed in the greens raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Sells stood up, got up from the opposite seat, moved to someone's right hand, and smiled calmly after sitting down, and squeezed the back of his neck skillfully.

Naron: "..." The prince who was almost so scared that the leaves would fall on the plate was immediately speechless.

The instigator looked complacent and didn't know it.

"I want to be closer to you."

Why didn't you find it before? No matter how good Sells Monte is, he can't deny that he is an out-and-out idiot when it comes to feelings.

Fortunately, his object is the same. Apart from rolling his eyes in silence, there was nothing else he could do.

When the meal was over, Sells' terminal rang.

Glancing at the screen, he frowned and handed the terminal to Narren.

Naryn: "???"

Sells: "Just say I'm not here."

Narren: "..." No, I won't answer.

Sells resignedly connected: "I applied for a holiday, and I will talk about everything after my holiday is over."

The other side seemed to have said a long string of words, and Sells looked indifferent throughout, and said after a long time: "I'm dating."

"Smack--" He threw the terminal far away.

Naryn: "..."

Sells mentioned about the refugees: "The Alta galaxy has a human branch with an insect-like appearance. It was beaten by a group of young people as soon as it entered the country."

Narren: "...That's a pity."

Sells nodded: "Dia has made a popular science booklet to distinguish the Alta insect man from the insect star man, and has negotiated with the person who was beaten."

Naren: "It seems that the negotiation result is not very good."

"He told the other party about the insect star and showed the image to prove it was a misunderstanding. But the other party was even more angry after seeing the image, because...the insect star people are so ugly, they think they were mistaken for such a creature. , It's a shame."

Narren: "Sensitive?"

Sells agreed.

Naron: "Since they have left their hometown and sought refuge in Asha, they should lower their posture. If they want to seize this opportunity and want to make some demands that shouldn't be made, we can ask them to leave."

Although the Altas seem to be unreasonable and unforgiving, they have also launched a few team **** fights, but in fact, they have always been in a weak position. Once Yasha's attitude becomes tough, they will fall into a passive situation.

Sells: "Well, let's talk about where to go in the afternoon." The marshal, who was not worried about this issue, decisively abandoned the boring work topic.

Naryn's thoughts stopped abruptly.

Okay, dating.

When he finished his lunch, Narren euphemistically expressed his desire to go to the backyard to have a look.

Sells led the people directly to the garage without saying a word.

"Baby, choose one!"

"..."

There are not many cars parked in the garage, but their respective models are unique and distinctive. This is undoubtedly a paradise for car lovers. Gray-green eyes were shining brightly, and the look in Sells's eyes suddenly changed.

On the streets of Linton Community, two suspicious men drove out the door in a red convertible "shoo-".

Throughout the following afternoon, Naren personally experienced the benefits of being with the second generation of luxury cars.

While the two were dating, something terrible broke out inside the palace.

Emperor Luye Delin paced back and forth, dark clouds all over his face.

"It's been a whole day, haven't you found it yet?"

The attendants tremblingly did not dare to answer.

He rubbed the corners of his eyes wearily, and sat down in a chair.

In the morning, he fed Xijin a special metal-flavored potion, confirming that the emperor, who is also very well-behaved, kissed the other's forehead and went out happily to do business.

When the result came back, the chubby beetle that was always waiting in the food tray was gone.

His Majesty the Emperor rummaged through the bottom of the bed, wardrobe, and any other places where insects might be hidden. He even took down the metal lamps from the ceiling and inspected it, but he still couldn't find the beloved fat insect.

He gradually realized the severity of the problem.

Where did Heejin go?

"Your Majesty..." Someone mustered up the courage and proposed a certain possibility, "The doctor said...The young master will be able to recover in a few days."

What he didn't say was too blunt, after all, His Majesty the Emperor had a clear ban on Xijin's existence.

"Is it possible that after the young master recovered, his mood was difficult to adjust, so he left with the insects for a few days?"

——The young man who kept the beetle is gone.

He originally thought that His Majesty took such a precious and important place to take people to his bedroom, and he took care of him in every possible way. Obviously, he valued the other person very much.

But after Master Xijin disappeared, His Majesty didn't find anyone, but found the insects he raised... Fortunately, they thought Master Yasha, who was in his thirties and unmarried, was about to usher in the first love affair in his life. As a result, the young man who was suspected of being the "Queen" in the future, in his majesty's mind, was not as good as an ugly fat bug.

Unpredictable.