You Plan To Kill Me With Meng?

This week, when Jean called Mr. Center, he vaguely felt that the other party was absent-minded, as if something was hidden in his heart, and he was worried.

Jean felt quite worried. Just as his work came to an end recently, he proposed to come to China to visit his husband.

I thought I would be rejected, but I didn't expect my husband to hum absently, and didn't think about it at all.

Jean sighed: Why am I so miserable?

For the first time in more than [-] years, I like someone, and the other party is my leader, and a leader who belongs to me.

The situation is pretty bad.

Even if he made up his mind to snatch Mr. from that person, it was just talk, and he had no idea at all.

If my husband really likes him so much, let me think, how can I bear to see him not get what he asks for.

Of course, he would capture that heartbroken man, wash him up and send him to the husband's bed.

These few days when Alexander was on a mission, Sente was really absent-minded. It wasn't until he hung up the phone that he recalled what he had just said.

He immediately sent someone to prepare the room.

I am used to being taken care of. Even in Huaguo, there are people who take care of Sente's daily life. Fortunately, the house here is spacious enough.

Jean soon arrived at Center's new house, no matter how spacious it was, it was not as spacious as the original manor, let alone there was another family next door.

That farm is bigger than Mr. Center's yard, which is extremely unscientific.

Unless that bad guy lives there.

Jean was so smart that he asked the person who took him to the guest room. Sure enough, there were two policemen living next door.

This is what Mr. called different camps?

What's wrong if we like each other?

It can only be said that the other party doesn't like their Mr. Center that much.

"A guy who doesn't know how to be blessed when he is in the blessing." Jean muttered, still with an impeccable smile on his face.

After he arrived, he took over all of Center's daily life, including cooking and daily refreshments.

Although he himself enjoyed it all the time, Sente couldn't bear to watch it, and always felt that it was weird: "Jean, you are here for vacation, in fact, you don't need to do these things yourself, just leave it to others."

I have studied housekeeping and am interested in it. Sente understands, but he is too...dedicated.

He only needs to let him manage his career, and he doesn't need the other party to work as a housekeeper.

"But I like it." Jean said lightly, and continued to make food for Sente without heeding persuasion.

Sent was helpless for this.

"Don't you like my craftsmanship?" Jean stood next to Sente meticulously, with an elegant manner, picked up the teapot and filled him with tea.

It was snowing outside, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and Saint was reading a detective book.

Jean glanced over and discovered the subject of the book.

For that person?

Who wouldn't like to drink a cup of warm black tea in snowy weather?

Sente shrugged: "That's up to you."

It's just that it's a bit weird, which made him a little inattentive even when reading. After all, Jean is different from a bodyguard, and the fact that the other party does this is too self-deprecating.

He didn't want to read any more, and wanted to go back to the bedroom to rest, but when he got up he was too reckless, and accidentally kicked the foot of the solid wood sofa, causing his expression to twist in pain.

"Does it hurt from kicking? Sit down soon." A caring voice sounded beside her.

After sitting down, Sente felt a pair of hands touching his ankles, and saw Jean half-kneeling in front of him, taking off his socks for inspection: "It's okay, no bruises, no bleeding."

Sente heard the other party breathe a sigh of relief, and at this moment the weird feeling in his heart came out again.

Spread from soles of feet to fingertips.

Two days later, the owner of the farm next door finally came back, Jean found Sente very happy, and immediately went to visit when he got the news.

With all due respect, this is not reserved at all, it seems too cheap.

"Sir, you should at least wear a coat..." Jean smiled, and put a down jacket on his arm, ready to take it out for Mr. to wear.

But the other party couldn't wait to go out, and stepped directly into the snow wearing a sweater.

"Mister is really hurting my heart all the time..." Jean murmured to himself, striding forward with long legs and quickly catching up with the figure in front of him.

When the two sides drew closer, they had already arrived at the home of the heartbroken man, and the other party seemed to hear the movement and came out to greet him.

The two shit-shoveling officers and the two wolfhounds had just returned, and they hadn't taken off their coats and uniforms. The main reason was that Qiao Qixi smelled Sente's breath, and he opened the door to come out by himself.

"Your old friend is here?" The excrement shoveler joked, and he also came out to see: "It really is him, hey, why is there another one behind?"

No, you need to bring bodyguards when visiting in the countryside.

"Alexander!" cried Mr. Center.

It made the eyebrows twitch. Is that person called Alexander?

It's really... a name that can't be more cheesy, I can't believe it's Mr. Taste.

But the appearance is good, although I don't know which one it is.Let's guess, is it the one with the sharper temperament?

Alexander, whose name was called, happily embraced his human friend.

Happiness is palpable with the tail wagging behind him.

Otis stayed quietly on the steps, and began to feel that it was a good thing for someone to play with Alexander.

Seeing Sente hugging a wolfhound, the most shocking thing is Jean, uh... Could it be that Alexander is not a man, but a dog?

That would be a huge misunderstanding.

Jean stood still for 5 seconds, and quickly accepted the fact that the husband has no one he likes, and the fact that the husband only likes dogs as always.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. Fortunately, it was natural that Mr. didn't like anyone. The problem was that the other party only liked dogs. This was not a good sign either...

"It's too cold, put it on quickly." Jean walked over and gently put the coat on Sente's shoulders.

"Thank you." Sente felt his body warm up, and admitted that it was still quite cold in the snow, and the down jacket he sent was just right.

The two police officers standing at the door couldn't help but click their tongues. A person with such an outstanding appearance and temperament was actually just one of Sente's bodyguards.

After all, Sente didn't give a special introduction, so they misunderstood.

"Two police officers, is your mission going well?" Center returned his attention to the neighbor, while checking Alexander with both hands.

Glad to know the other side was not hurt.

"It went very well, thank you for your concern." Feng Xiao said, "Alexander wasn't injured either, but he ate the grilled fish of his comrades at the beach and had a stomachache."

"Wow!" Is it necessary to bring up such a thing?

Qiao Qixi was speechless.

It's not because I ate grilled fish that I got a stomachache, okay? It's obviously because I'm not used to it.

Otis all right?

Of course, because Otis has rough skin and thick flesh, he can't compare with a delicate dog boy like him.

"That's good." After confirming that Alexander was fine, Sente also bid farewell to his home tactfully.

Leave time to these dusty public servants of the people.

"Is it because of Alexander that you've been worrying these days?" Jean accompanied Saint on the way home, and he chased him out to deliver clothes to Saint, but he didn't wear much on himself.

"Yes." Senter said.

"He's cute." Jean raised the corners of his mouth.

Before, because Mr. Gu had someone he liked, he didn't dare to express his thoughts, but now he finally realized that it was just a misunderstanding, which made him start to have further thoughts.

"Sir, why don't you invite your neighbors to have dinner at home tomorrow, and I'll cook myself." Jean suggested softly.

Sente is also considering this matter, and Jean's proposal is in his favor, but will it be too hard?

Normally, it’s fine to let him take care of his own food, but it’s too much work for four people: “Are you sure? You don’t need other chefs to help you?”

Jean nodded: "Don't worry, sir, I will do well."

Center thought, no one is worried about whether you are doing well or not, it just feels too hard.

But the other party insisted, and he didn't talk anymore, this is not his personality.

Feng Xiao and Yu Shao had just returned, and many people invited them to dinner, but they didn't want to go out to socialize, so they might as well go home and have a hot pot.

It happened that Saint sent an invitation, and they happily chose to go home to eat, but they didn’t know what the neighbors would invite them to eat, looking up at the starry sky?

It is said that foreign food tastes the same. On the way home, the two muttered to each other, discussing that if it was not delicious, they would go home for supper, but they must not lose face to the neighbors, and hold back no matter how unpalatable they are.

Qiao Qixi tsk-tsk in her heart: the excrement shovel officer and the trainer are good or bad, and secretly arrange the dark dishes of other foreign friends.

Odis, who got the new entry, asked: What is looking up at the starry sky?

Qiao Qixi: That is a very difficult food.

Just about to praise Otis, who has a good name: ...

It is unimaginable how unpalatable the food that even the little bear finds it unpalatable.

It wasn't the first time for Qiao Qixi and Otis to visit Center's house. They were familiar with finding a place to play by themselves.

You should know that the Center family has a lot of things specially bought for them, even a dog kennel.

When I first came here, I was very surprised, why I only saw kennels and dog toys, but no dogs...

It turned out that the dog was at the neighbor's house.

Today's dinner was very delicious, and the delicacy of each dish refreshed the impression of the two shit-shoveling officers on foreign dishes. It seems that they don't need to cook their own supper when they go back at night.

This is followed by tea and refreshments.

It's hard to believe that such exquisite dishes and refreshments came from a handsome British guy, who turned out to be not a bodyguard, but a housekeeper.

While serving a few people drinking tea and chatting, Jean occasionally glanced at the wolfhound rolling and playing on the floor, and always felt that there was something strange between them.

The two male dogs are not so much fighting as they are flirting, showing mercy to each other.

It actually tasted a bit sweet.

Otis didn't want the public to roll around, but the little bear teased him in various ways when he was full and bored, either biting his paws or his tail.

He also gradually became childish, opening his mouth and biting at the opponent.

Of course he controlled the strength, otherwise the other party would fake cry again.

After seeing off the guests in the dead of night, Jean stood in the kitchen to wash the tableware and tea sets.

Even when he was doing these trivial housework, he still stood upright with a serious and indifferent expression, as if he was doing something quite enjoyable.

What a strange person.

Center stood by the door and thought that he was ready to rest, but after thinking about it, he decided to come over and thank the other party for his performance tonight.

"Sir?" Jean turned around with a smile on his face: "Aren't you asleep yet?"

After drinking a little wine for dinner, Sente, who was wearing pajamas, had slightly flushed cheeks. In Jean's eyes, the other party looked like a ripe peach that would attract crime.

He didn't dare to look more.

"I'm going to bed soon, thank you for your dedication today, Jean." Sent said.

"It should be." Let the voice be low.

Looks extra sexy at night.

Sent swallowed, probably because the heating here made his throat feel dry: "Can I have a glass of milk?"

"Oh, okay, please wait a moment." Jean immediately put down the work in his hand, took out a new glass to make milk for Sente: "You stay in the room first, and I will send it to you in a while."

It only takes a few minutes to soak the milk, but since Sente drank alcohol and just got out of the bath, he fell asleep leaning against the bed without knowing it.

"Sir." Jean's voice didn't wake him up.

When he found that Sente was asleep, Jean's eyes were so soft that he put the milk on the bedside table carefully.

Keeping my gaze fixed on Sente, a voice sighed in my heart: Do you know that I have been chasing after you since I was a teenager?

This perverted concern is out of control.

Well, after many years of fermentation, a terrifying beast was formed.

And Sente actually let himself come to his side, which was no less than pressing the detonator installed on Jean's body to detonate him.

Let your fingertips hang in the air, imitating Sente's facial features and thinking: Although I am standing in front of you with a smile, do you know that my internal organs are experiencing a terrible nuclear explosion.

The two handsome faces were getting closer and closer, and Rang, who had a pair of plump lips, kissed the thin lips of the husband, tasting the taste.

In his dream, Sente felt his lips itching, and he subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it. He was going to run away after stealing a scent, but his back collapsed and he froze in place.

What a torture, sir, he thought.

Then he couldn't bear to leave anymore, and desperately closed his eyes and pried open the opponent's lips to conquer the city.

His skills are very skilled, and Sente didn't feel uncomfortable when he woke up, he was just surprised. What's the situation?

Of course Sente ended the kiss quickly: "Jean?"

The sweet dream was over, Jean touched his lips reluctantly, his waist was bent as before, and he lowered his eyebrows pleasingly: "Sir, I'm sorry."

"..." Sente was still leaning against the head of the bed in a daze, not knowing what happened.

"Your milk." Jean didn't say much, and delivered the milk with a smile as usual.

Sent took the glass of milk and took a few sips to calm down: "You were kissing me just now?"

"No, you also responded." Let the posture be very low, but very persistent.

In the past, Sente would have poured all the milk on his head to let him learn how to speak.

Or let him go immediately, pack up and go back to his hometown to eat himself.

But now, Sente looked at his reused subordinate with full scrutiny: "You like me."

Use an affirmative sentence.

Because Sente already wanted to understand why he felt all the strangeness from this person.

If the other person likes you, then everything makes sense.

Anyone who is interested in the butler profession is farting.

Jean sighed: "Yes."

His posture was even lower, almost kneeling in front of the bed, maybe he would rather show weakness with actions than beg for mercy with words.

Please don't let me pack up and leave or something, forgive him for not being able to tell.

"Oh." Center said coldly, as if he was listening to something not worth mentioning, very cold.

The room was silent for a moment, only the sound of Sente drinking milk.

"Go out, I'm going to sleep." Sent put the empty cup in Rang's hand and said.

"Good night sir, I wish you a good dream." Let Xiaoxiao hold the warm cup, and when he went out to close the door, he muttered: "Do you mean to allow me to be presumptuous?"

Sorry, he can't help it.

I'm having a headache and can't sleep tonight.

Not sad, but too excited.

But early the next morning, he still prepared a rich breakfast.

The good news is that the husband seemed to have slept well last night, his brows were stretched, and he didn't pursue that unclear kiss.

After hesitating for a long time, when Jean took off the napkin for the other party, he boldly proposed himself: "Can I come to your room to serve you at night?"

Of course, the voice is very low, there is no need to announce this kind of thing loudly.

Sente thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

Then allow me to get close to myself, there are too few people in this world who can be trusted, and it is too lonely to be alone.

If you dare to entrust your career to the other party with confidence, then it seems that there is nothing wrong with entrusting your body to the other party.

"Thank you, sir." Jean let out a sigh of relief, and finally he no longer had the smile that could not see the real emotion on his face.

This time it is true.