Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The card with the double-swords pattern glows with golden light under the sunlight. As a sports car enthusiast, he knows exactly what it is—the emblem of the Lihir family, the certification card of the top sports car, it’s hard to get a lot of money. "car key"!

The Prince's eyes slowly turned green.

"Do you like it?" Mrs. Lihill blinked.

like! !

Naryn forced himself to look away from the card, and reluctantly replied: "No, this is too expensive, I can't take it."

As long as the card is pointed at his terminal and swiped gently, he can own a sports car produced by Lihir... and the cards that have been swiped will be used as souvenirs and will be included in his collection...

But... no way.

Whether as a colleague of Sells or a friend, this gift is beyond acceptable limits.

Are all luxury car families so generous?

Naryn secretly used a great deal of perseverance to restrain the inappropriate clamor of "want, want, and want".

Mrs. Lihill said lightly: "This is a special permission card. You can go to the store to get a new one if you are tired of driving the old one."

Naron had a meal. Isn't that the same treatment as Sells?

The "luxury" life of Sells frequently changing cars once brought a huge impact to Narren. Unexpectedly, one day, such a life would also find him.

Was it turned away, or...

Well, that would be rude.

He hurriedly threw the idea of ​​"acceptance" out of his head, but couldn't help feeling heartache. Matter really can corrode people's hearts, and when he was very tangled, Sells' voice faintly sounded.

"That's the gift I prepared for Narren. Ms. Lihill, as a service party, you should deliver the car to me first."

Lihir's mouth twitched: "Fucky boy, have you paid for it?"

Sells smiled purely: "You can send the bill to my mother."

Lihir: "..."

Naryn: "..."

The upright marshal who "gnaws his parents" once again refreshed Naron's understanding of him.

Sells took Naron's hand and stopped his refusal by the way, his eyes swept over his mother, and the meaning of the period was self-evident.

Mrs. Rihir raised her eyebrows and watched her son openly holding the other's hand. She was speechless and relieved that her son, who hadn't seen any emotional movement for many years, finally knew how to chase people.

While countless people regarded Sells as a role model for the empire, as his mother, Mrs. Rihir was troubled for his love life countless times. Considering his son’s age and appearance, his emotional experience will not be poor. However, the fact is that he has never had a man or woman around him, so much so that Mrs. Rihir suspected that she had abandoned her family’s irresponsible behavior to young children. Caused psychological trauma.

But now...

She looked at the second son of Xia Erwei's family, and her smile gradually became kind.

Sells: "..."

Noting her son's face, she said very thoughtfully: "I still have an appointment in the morning, so I won't bother you to cultivate friendship."

I'm afraid that this friendship stalk can't be avoided.

When Sells was parking, he noticed that there was an unfamiliar car in the garage. The color, style, and performance all met the requirements he put forward when he "ordered", so he vaguely felt that it was someone from his mother's side. But he didn't expect that she would come in person, stay in the guest bedroom, and meet them unexpectedly.

Looking at Narren who was calm and indifferent beside him, he thought amused that this little liar could not figure out how to arrange himself in his heart.

As expected, Mrs. Lihill left soon, giving her son a tacit look before leaving. Sells was indifferent, and took Narren on the back foot to inspect the car.

Watching the elders leave, there were only two people left in the house, and the prince became hardened again, and this hard air disappeared completely after arriving in the garage. Touching the car that fits his heart perfectly, the prince's whole person is erratic.

"You all give gifts so generously?"

Sells shook his head: "Of course not, it depends on the subject."

Naryn sighed with emotion: "Why didn't I be friends with you earlier?"

Sells: "..."

Under the bewilderment of his car, the arrogant prince felt frustrated for the first time when he was young against Sells. When he looked at Sells again, his eyes shone inwardly.

Sells deliberately said: "Baby, you look at me that way, it makes me think you are with me for the car."

Naren squinted, looking like he was about to face doubts. After holding back for a while, he patted Sells on the shoulder and said in cooperation: "Yes, I'm just for your car!"

Sells: "..."

He turned and got into the car, ignoring the sad eyes of those around him, and began to explore.

The space inside is very spacious, glanced at the console, with complete functions, even as picky as Naren, he could not find any dissatisfaction. He took out the card for authentication, and then studied the voice system.

Sells put his hand on the window of the car and looked intently at someone jumping for joy. At this moment, the sun had already risen, and the golden sunlight flooded the backyard. He leaned down and didn't speak, but just watched. The young man was working on various buttons with his head down. The curled ends of his hair curled up a few times, making people want to pinch them in circles.

After a long time, Naryn seemed to feel something, and raised his head to meet him.

Sells' eyes were full of tenderness, and he could not see the slightest distance from his face. Naryn let go of his beloved baby car, hesitation flashed under his eyes, and he whispered the other party's name.

Sayles lazily said, "Huh?"

Naryn stretched out his hands, lowered the head of the person outside the window, raised his head and kissed him neatly on the cheek.

"..." The marshal covered his face, his expression slightly stunned. After a long time, he said, "Baby, let's get married."

In the face of the sudden marriage proposal, Naryn was plunged into hesitation. After coming out of Sells' house in a daze, he turned his head and looked at the figure watching him leave in the distance, took a deep breath, stopped the car after the corner, and hugged the steering wheel to think about life.

Sayles' words echoed in his mind repeatedly.

"After we get married, when we introduce each other to our friends, we will be able to honor the name of our partner; no matter where we appear at the same time, it will be a matter of course, Celsmont and Naryn Charvi, Since then they have become two inseparable names. I am ready, how about you?"

Naren pressed her red ears, recalled her answer, and pulled her hair in annoyance.

Excluding the unspread relationship, he and Sells have only been officially together for more than a month. The time is so short that the prince with zero emotional experience referred to the online statement.

"Are we going to flash marriage?"

After speaking, I regret it. The prince can't wait to bite off his tongue. What is there to discuss about this kind of thing that is not the point at all?

The Marshal, who had zero experience in proposing marriage, was also taken aback. He thought for a while and said, "Yes."

Narren said: "Okay."

? ? ?

Who agreed for him, who would say yes? Naryn Shaervi, at least you have to hesitate for a few seconds!

Sells touched the head of the person in the car, and calmly said: "Then we're done, we can't go back on it."

After this, he almost insisted on maintaining an indifferent posture, and almost didn't write "I just promised a marriage, no fuss at all" on his face, and politely rejected Sells. He made other invitations and said goodbye—and then drove away from the Linton community quickly.

When you get married, you run away. Life is ups and downs. No one can predict what will happen in the next second.

He rolled down the car window to let the fresh air circulate into the car, blowing away complex emotions. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a woman with gray and silver hair holding a food container not far away, as if she was looking at him.

After thinking about it, he felt weird in his mind, but didn't notice what was wrong. He stayed like this for a while before he got up the car window and drove home.

Mrs. Vader took a deep breath, looked at the direction of the car's departure, and took a few steps forward, and saw the neighbor, who had not returned home for a long time, standing at the door, seeming to have just sent someone away.

"Madam." Sayles greeted her with a smile, seemingly in a good mood, "Good morning."

Mrs. Vader: "..." She was about to be tortured by curiosity.

Charvey’s house was the same as when he left. After asking the attendants, he learned that the old prince had once again gone to the countryside to experience rural life, and his brother had also informed Narren in the previous newsletter that they had moved. My own nest, incidentally, took away the little monster Illya, and led a happy family of three.

Naryn: "..."

It was expected that the family gathering did not happen after returning from the trip, and even everyone was gone.

The prince took a rest for a while, took care of himself, and went out of the room to pull a certain attendant on duty, and asked about the current situation of the imperial capital.

"Nothing special." The attendant gave such a reply after thinking for a moment, "His Royal Highness, if there is anything to say, it is probably Marshal Montit who is about to get married."

Narren was surprised: "How do you know?"

The attendant was also surprised: "Isn't it a rumor?"

Naryn: "..."

In the prince's gradually solemn expression, the attendant hurriedly reported everything he knew.

"People outside are spreading it, but there is no definite evidence to prove that the news is true."

Naryn squinted his eyes. "It's all preaching?"

The attendant nodded honestly.

Naren only thought it was a rumor on the Internet, and asked, "What is the golden invitation?"

The invitation letter for the reconciliation banquet of the two big families only found some clues in the comments on the Internet. It was really hard for him to believe that there was nothing in it.

The attendant looked weird and hesitated and looked away.

Naren's expression was slightly restrained, and her momentum suddenly became strong: "Say."

"It was delivered by Director Monte himself, as if..." The attendant's voice was getting lower and lower, as if he was quite jealous.