I Am the Cutest in the Universe - Chapter 2

    The next day, when it was just a little light, Sivir woke up under the action of the biological clock.

    After a hard time, I was refreshed and my physical condition returned to its peak state.

    Tu Mianmian lying in his arms wrapped in a quilt and slept soundly, the duke spent two minutes hesitating, and finally decided not to wake up Tu Mianmian, so he went back to accompany Tu Mianmian to continue Go to sleep.

    Duke Sivir’s first sleep-in experience ended at the call of Mr. Butler two hours later.

    Sivir has never been so careful when facing the assassination of the enemy. He pulled his arm from the back of Tumian’s neck, and Anderson was waiting for him in the corridor outside the bedroom.

    “How is Your Highness’s body? Is there any sequelae of eczema and fever? Do I need to take medicine?” Anderson asked repeatedly, every pore on his face was written with seriousness and caution .

    “Yes.” Anderson held up his unilateral glasses and nodded cautiously, “I believe that His Royal Highness does not need the assistance of drugs.”

    “Then let your Highness and Madam go downstairs for breakfast.” Anderson resumed his smile.

    He looked up and down the strong Sivir, and the old man said cheerfully, “Madame must have worked hard. I asked the kitchen to prepare a lot of healthy food for the lady.”

    Sivir: “…”

    Sivir left Mr. Butler behind and pushed the door into the bedroom.

    The lost figure of the temperature of the person beside the pillow rolled over and continued to sleep with her back to Sivir.

    Half of his face was sunk into the soft quilt, his hair was messy sleeping, and there was a tuft of dull hair on top of his head. There is not much flesh on the cheeks, but it is inexplicably soft.

    Sivir sat beside the bed and stared at Tu Mianmian’s face for a while, before reaching out and patted behind him hesitantly: “Mianmian…”

    Maybe he shouted a lot last night, he called Tu Mianmian’s name, and the tone was already familiar.

    Sivir thought it would be difficult for Tu Mianmian to wake up, but unexpectedly, Tu Mianmian woke up quickly after a call.

    “Mmmmm.” When Tu Mianmian heard someone call his name, he nodded in agreement and got up from the bed.

    Sivir watched him get up, and invited him somewhat rusty: “Let’s go have breakfast.”

    “Mmmmmm.” Tu Mianmian responded again and again, but he sat on the bed without opening his eyes. In fact, he didn’t hear what Sivir said.

    Sivir: “…”

    Tu Mianmian lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Although her eyes were still sleepy, she was able to find the route accurately and plunged straight into the bathroom.

    After a while, Tu Mianmian came out after washing up again. The strange thing is that after washing his face, he still didn’t wake up and dozed off. He squinted his eyes and drifted by like a wandering ghost. He didn’t wait for Sivir to say anything to him, he just pulled his slippers and walked to the first floor. .

    Sivir: “…” I can’t tell what mood I’m in.

    It is said in the physiology book that the husband who is in a relationship with love and heat will naturally develop feelings, and the recipient is very dependent on his partner.

    Why, he didn’t.

    Sivir entered the bathroom with doubts to wash up, and when he went down to the restaurant on the first floor, Tu Mianmian was already sitting at the dining table and waiting.

    The housekeeping robot placed the last plate of buns on the table, and Butler Anderson was standing beside Tu Mianmian and talking to him.

     Anderson is saying: “The situation of His Royal Highness the Duke was very serious when the wedding photo was taken yesterday.”

    Tu Mianmian glanced at Sivir who was approaching the table, the Duke’s temperament seemed cold and indifferent.

    He recalled the state of Sivir yesterday. In his impression, Sivir has always been calm and restrained, without the slightest trace of being tortured by **** passion.

    So Tu shook his head, “I can’t see it.”

    “…” When Tu Mianmian heard the words, he picked up a small dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, while staring at the Duke.

    Do you like to endure everything? ? ?

    But he saw that Sivir couldn’t bear it at all last night, he could vent as much as he wanted.

    This newlywed petite husband has no human rights.

    After a while, Tu Mianmian finished chewing the xiaolongbao, looked away, and said, “I still can’t see it.”

    Sivir was staring at him sharply: “…”

    The topic was lightly raised, Tu Mianmian began to drink the fragrant nutritious porridge, and Sivir finally relaxed.

    He glanced at the hearty breakfast.

    The table is no longer a tube of nutrient solution that Sivir usually uses, but a variety of meals, including the most popular Internet celebrity breakfast in the world, and ancient breakfasts such as A kind of dumplings.

    In consideration of the taste of Tu Mianmian, the new owner of the Duke’s Mansion, various types of food were prepared for him to choose and eat.

    It seems that the duke’s mansion is very interested in Tu Mianmian.

    Sivir was relieved by this knowledge.

    “Mianmian.” Sivir said.

    “Huh?” Tu Mianmian looked up at him.

    Sivir organized the language, “I’m going to lead the army to the border of the empire, you need a person at home.”

    The implication is that the two newlyweds will be separated immediately.

    Picture: ? !

    Mianmian was stunned.

    He hadn’t swallowed what was in his mouth, and said vaguely: “You’re going to war.”

    Sivir gave a “hmm”, he stared at Tu Mian’s white neck, and when he lowered his head, he could vaguely see a few red marks, all of which were his masterpieces, “You can stay at home recently. Take a break and take care of your body.”

    Sivir lowered his head to operate his brain, and opened up his authority to Tu Mianmian, “Or if you want to go out more, if you feel bored, you can go to inspect the properties of the Duke’s Mansion and get familiar with what is your own home. Yes. Ask Anderson directly if you don’t understand.”

    “Buy it directly if you like it,” Sivir urged, while sending a message to Tu Mianmian’s light brain: “Bind my star card.”

    The optical brain terminal on Tu Mianmian’s wrist immediately issued a “di” prompt, indicating that there is a star card account that needs to be bound by Tu Mianmian.

    Tu Mianmian obediently bound the Duke’s star card, and the balance was displayed on her brain.

    Picture: “…”

    Dizzy and unable to breathe.

    The long string of zeros made him speechless for a while.

    And the Duke did not wait for a response. After seeing that the account had been shared, he immediately left the table as if in a hurry.

    He took a tube of nutrient solution from the waiting maid and walked out in a hurry. At the door was Butler Anderson, who was waiting with a military jacket. Sivir took it and draped it over his shoulders.

    Just as he was about to walk out the door, he suddenly stopped and turned his head, “I’m sorry, my work is important, I’ll accompany you later.”

    Picture: “…”

    Tu Mianmian covered her heart, not sure whether she was handsome, warm, or bought by a string of zeros.

    He looked at the slender and tall figure, exhausted his life’s tenderness, and said tenderly, “Okay, I’ll wait for you to come back.”

    Then the Duke left with confidence.

    Andreessen’s housekeeper and the maid were deeply moved by their husband’s love, and the corners of their eyes flashed with tears of believing in love again.

    Tu Mianmian didn’t look back until he could no longer see it. He supported the dining table and thought in a trance:

    How do you say that?

    —I married a rich man, but the rich man never came to see me, only the three-story villa and the money in his card accompany me. *

    Isn’t this the life he dreamed of?

    It doesn’t matter, the Duke will never accompany him, and it has nothing to do with him. He has this duke’s mansion and that long list of zeros, and he can do it all by himself.

    The Central Star Army Building of Chaoyang Empire.

    Sivir just got off the airship when the long-awaited adjutant came towards him.

    The two walked towards the military building together, and the adjutant raced against time to report the work situation, “Marshal, the soldiers and the fleet are all assembled and can set off at any time. Also, the case of ‘daylight’ yesterday afternoon I followed up to the end of the repair and everything was fine.”

    Sivir: “Hmm.”

    The adjutant asked: “The logistics department has followed the request of Master Raymond and increased the energy output of your mecha’s right arm by 10%. Do you want to simulate the power effect?”

    “No.” Sivir opened the optical brain to consult the working documents, and replied, “I can see the changes by looking at the parameters.”

    “Oh.” The adjutant suddenly became indifferent. That’s right, their marshal is a genius, unlike mortals like them, they have to try everything to be sure.

    The adjutant slapped his face and said, “The logistics department also knows that you don’t need to shoot. One. Try it, so they didn’t even leave you a venue.”

    Sivir glanced at the adjutant, and did not hear his sour words.

    “The marshal, remember to save the data of the right arm of ‘daylight’ in actual combat.” The adjutant added: “This is what the logistics department requires.”

    “Understood.” Sivir answered very briefly.

    After all the matters related to the work of the military department have been reported, Sivir is walking to the logistics department to take back his imperial mecha “Daytime”.

    The adjutant followed behind Sivir, thought for a while, and asked, “Marshal, you left in a hurry yesterday afternoon, is there any urgency?

    “Hmm.” Rarely, Sivir explained one more question about his private life: “Go get married.”

    “Oh oh oh.” The adjutant nodded again and again, “It turns out to be getting married, that’s really urgent…”

    “…” etc.

    The lieutenant stopped suddenly.

    Not far ahead, Anna, a female colleague who also belongs to the position of adjutant, handed over the mecha button, which was just taken out from the logistics department, and was equipped with mecha day, to the Duke.

    Also gave the adjutant a glance.

    Anna apparently overheard Sivir talking to the adjutant, who swears he saw the contempt for him in Anna’s eyes.

    As expected, Anna said in a well-accepted tone: “So the marshal is going to get married.”

    Anna said politely: “Xiaguan is very much looking forward to the day when I can meet the Duchess.”

    And flattering!

    The adjutant thought bitterly.

    Sivir, who was looking at the mecha buttons, was very helpful with this sentence.

    Although he has known Tu Mianmian for a while, but he is married, he will naturally take responsibility.

    Sivir gave Anna an admiring look, and arranged: “After returning, you can visit him.”

    “Okay.” Anna replied. Turning around, the topic jumped to the upcoming expedition, “Marshal, when will the fleet leave?”

    “Yes!” Anna and the lieutenant were saluting.

    Sivir turned and left after explaining.

    The adjutant was still a little hard to digest this heavy information, it was so shocking and shocked his whole family.

    He wanted to talk to his colleague Anna, but found that Anna left in a hurry.

    Anna: “What? The Duchess is so pretty and cute? Show me how cute Kangkang is!”

    Anna: “Don’t tell me not to take pictures, just a word!”

    Anna: “—you’re dead!”

    Okay, I don’t see you being a two-faced person.

    The adjutant thought expressionlessly.

    In the blue sky of the central star, there are densely assembled battleships.

    His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire is seeing off the soldiers who are about to go on an expedition, and the song of praying for safety and triumph resounds in every part of the central star.

    After the farewell ceremony, with the commander’s order, the battleship group flew away from the central star in an orderly manner and embarked on a journey full of war and smoke.

    Tu Mianmian just finished his breakfast and strolled in the green courtyard, digesting food while familiarizing himself with the Duke’s Mansion.

    Butler Anderson accompanied him, heard the sound of battleships leaving the airspace one after another, raised his head and looked at it for a while, then smiled and pointed to the largest main ship and said, “His Royal Highness is there. “

    Mr. Steward put his hands behind his back and looked proud: “His Royal Highness is the chief commander in wartime, and everyone in the military calls His Highness a marshal.”

    He held up his unilateral glasses and muttered softly, “But I still like to call Your Highness His Highness. It is clear that the title of Duke of the Empire is His Highness’s first title.”

    Tu Mianmian also looked up at the sky.

      But even so, the main ship is the biggest black spot in the sky.

    Tu Mianmian observed the **** spot surrounded by the center for a moment, but couldn’t see anything, she looked back and was about to say something to Butler Anderson, when she suddenly heard Po Feng’s hunting whistling sound.

    A mech swept over.

    The whole body of the mecha is silver-white, and the body bathed in sunlight has a cold color. When passing over the duke’s mansion, the position of the cockpit flashed a red light.

    It seems to be looking this way.

    Then the mecha lifted up into the sky, and finally submerged into the battleship team that set sail neatly, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the sky.

    The author has something to say:  #small theater#

    Sivir in Mecha: Goodbye wife, I’m going on a voyage tonight

    [*]: Adapted from the Internet