What to do if your crush is the Earl

"Martin! Finally found you!"

The editor-in-chief of Inspiration Daily came in from the door and found that Martin was sitting on a bench by the glass window, teasing the big white cat with a piece of cat grass.

"Is this the one in your house?"

"Well, it's called Buddy." Martin's curvy blond hair was shining brightly in the sun, and the graceful profile of his side face was like Rodin's favorite work of art.

However, the editor-in-chief does not seem to appreciate this beauty.

"Hey, don't talk about this now, how about the recommendation draft I asked you to write?"

"What recommendation?"

"Mr. Sade! I've been urging this manuscript three weeks ago!!"

"You know, I don't like to write this kind of business draft." Martin's expression turned cold, and he took back the cat's grass in his hand. The big white cat was empty at once, and a pair of cat eyes looked at its owner blankly.

"I also know, but it's hard to explain to that adult."

Martin's expression was gloomy, and he clasped his index finger up and down on the waxed tabletop. The white cat looked at that hand curiously, wondering if the owner was playing some new game with him.

"Have you brought paper?" Martin asked suddenly.

"Bring it!" The editor-in-chief hurriedly unpacked his document bag, took out a few pieces of straw paper, put it in front of Martin, and looked at him expectantly.

Sure enough, Martin took out his usual pen from his collar and began to write on paper.

The grass leaf paper was a little stagnant, Martin scratched a few strokes, paused in disgust, and continued writing.

5 minutes.

When the big white cat started to lick Martin's fingers boredly, he took the letter paper in front of the editor-in-chief:

"In the blank space, add the name of that damn chamber of commerce."

The editor-in-chief picked up the letter paper, glanced at it quickly, and showed a satisfied smile, but... this bad temper as usual, I don't know what Martin's lovers will do when they see the face of the always perfect Mr. Sade.

Cursing in his heart, he put away the letter paper in his file bag, and when he came to the door, he didn't forget to ask:

"Will you go to the party at No. 16 T-Street tonight?

"—Although I know you don't really want to see me, but,

——Miss Julis is here~"

After saying this, the editor-in-chief ran away with oil on his feet.

After the other party finished speaking, Martin didn't respond. He looked out the window—the shadows of the sycamore trees swayed in the block, and at the fountain in the Cross Square not far away, several children were playing with water.

The white cat buried its head and was about to explore the coffee cup on the table when it was startled by a hand that suddenly reached out.

That hand lifted the coffee cup, drank it down, then picked up the hat, put it on, and walked out the door.

"Meow?--"

The white cat was left behind, and it didn't dare to jump off when it reached the edge of the dining table, trembling.

"Hey, this is Mr. Sade's cat, right? Why did it get left here?" The kind waiter picked up the white cat.

Outside the street full of phoenix trees, there is no sign of Mr. Sade.

The author has something to say:

A cute update for Ye Yueming~! *^_^*

Auguste Rodin: French sculpture artist of the 19th and 20th centuries.The meaning of this sentence is of course that our Mr. Martin is very good-looking~

About cats: Generally, cats are very agile in climbing up and down stairs, but the cat raised by Martin is not an ordinary cat, but a fat and afraid of heights o(≧v≦)o