my devil butler

The next morning.

Fengyue woke up very early, did not get up, and lay on her side on the bed waiting for the sound of the door opening. Not long after, the door opened with a "click...".

Jiulan held the dining shelf in one hand and opened the door with the other. As soon as she opened the door, she found that the person on the bed had already woken up and was staring at her. She was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Master, good morning."

"En." Fengyue nodded, and slowly sat up from the bed, his hair was a little messy, his face had lost the coldness it used to be, and it was replaced by a touch of tranquility.

Jiulan put down the dining shelf, picked up a set of clothes on the side shelf, and went to the bedside to help Fengyue change her clothes skillfully.

After a simple wash, Fengyue came to the balcony outside the dormitory. There was a dining table here, which was placed here before, which was convenient.

And his bedroom is not too big or small, a bed about two meters long and wide, with a table on the left side of the head of the bed, that one is a smaller table, usually used to put envelopes, and a table on the right A small cabinet with some jewelry in it, and his ring is usually placed on the top of the cabinet.

Not far from the cabinet is a plastic simulated clothes hanger. After washing every night, the clothes to be worn the next day will be prepared, unless some impromptu banquets and other more formal dresses are required.

And in the remaining open space on both sides of the house, there will be some decorations, and a small table that is convenient for putting things, and the diameter of the table is only [-] centimeters.

"Paris." Fengyue drank tea and looked at the garden downstairs, dazed. After a long time, he seemed to think about something, put down the teacup, picked up the bread on the plate in front of him, took a bite, and started Chewing slowly.

"Young Master, did you remember anything?" Jiu Lan asked standing straight behind him.

"My parents brought me here a few times when I was a child, and I only remember a few times... This is a house named Alves." Fengyue told all she knew, facing Jiulan has always felt very at ease, and he feels that talking to him will relax him a lot.

"Master, do you still remember our agreement?" For these tedious little things in life, Jiulan was more worried about the contract. If his master forgot even the contract, he would be in trouble.

"Before I achieve my goal, you are all my strength, probably... that's what it means? But after that, I will become your private property, but... what does the so-called private property refer to? I forgot about that thing I have to do." Fengyue shook her head, not much he could remember.

"That's enough." Jiu Lan said, what surprised him was that his young master would remember him, could it be his insistence, or the reason for his sleepwalking, it might be his unwillingness, it turns out that he The young master is so unwilling to lose all that.

"No! Not enough! It feels meaningless to live like this!" Fengyue stood up when she heard this, and suddenly put down the tea set she just picked up in her hand, and it fell on the dining table with a bang, and the tea splashed out It splashed on the dining table and turned into dots of colorful dirt.

"Master..." Jiulan's eyes flashed with grief, and she couldn't help reaching out to hug him into her arms. No matter whether it was a demon, a human being, or a god, this damned impulse couldn't be stopped. A lot of mistakes were made, and some people did it right.

This sudden hug quickly suppressed Fengyue's suddenly irritable temper, and was replaced by absent-minded surprise and sluggishness...

"I lost my composure." Feng Yue lowered his eyelids, the more he lost so much, the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, the more anxious he was to pursue it, but he felt drifting further and further away.

"No, that is the real young master, the young master who has never been controlled by others." Jiulan's voice was very soft, but enough for the person in her arms to hear, "Young master has always had his own ideas, once you decide what to do If you do it, you will definitely do it, and you will not be hindered by those trivial things."

Just like every time you order me to kill, young master, you will not be an obstacle because you are cowardly and cowardly thinking about the consequences of being exposed, they are all stepping stones under your feet, you have always been decisive ... This is my young master.