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

Seeing him get up, Sivir invited him somewhat rusty: "Let's go have breakfast."

"Hmmmm." Tu Mianmian responded again, but he sat on the bed without opening his eyes, and actually didn't hear what Sivir said.

Sivir: "..."

Tu Mianmian lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Although his eyes were still sleepy, he 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 I'm feeling.

It is said in the physiology book that a 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 went into 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 put 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 dining 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 lust.

So Tu Mianmian shook his head, "I can't see it."

"That's because Your Highness likes to endure everything." Butler Anderson looked at Sivir, who pulled out the chair and sat down, and shook his head lovingly.

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

Love to endure everything? ? ?

But when 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 long while, Tu Mianmian finished chewing the xiaolongbao, looked away, and said, "I still can't see it."

Sivir was stared at him sharply: "..."

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

He glanced at the hearty breakfast.

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

Considering the taste of Tu Mianmian, the new owner of the Duke's Mansion, he prepared all kinds of food for him to choose and eat.

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

Sivir was relieved at 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 to be alone at home."

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

Figure Mianmian: ? !

Tu Mianmian was stunned.

Before he could swallow what was in his mouth, he said vaguely, "You are going to fight."

Sivir gave a "um", 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 take a rest at home recently and take care of your body. "

Sivir lowered his head and manipulated his light brain, and opened up his authority to Tu Mianmian, "Or if you want to go out for a walk, if you feel bored, you can go to inspect the properties of the Duke's Mansion and familiarize yourself with what is in your home. If you don't understand, ask Anderson directly. ."

"Buy it directly if you like it," Sivir urged, while sending a copy to Tu Mianmian's light brain: "Bind my star card."

The optical brain terminal worn on Tu Mianmian's wrist immediately issued a "di" prompt, indicating that there was a star card account that Tu Mianmian must personally confirm the binding.

Tu Mianmian obediently bound the Duke's star card, and the balance was immediately displayed on his brain.

Tu Mianmian: "..."

Dizzy and unable to breathe.

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

And the Duke did not wait for Tu Mianmian's response. After seeing that the account was confirmed to be 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."

Tu Mianmian: "..."

Tu Mianmian clutched her heart, and couldn't tell whether he was handsome, warm, or bought by a string of zeroes.

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

Then, the Duke left with confidence.

Butler Anderson and the maid were deeply moved by their husband's love, and the corners of their eyes flashed with tears that they believed in love again.

Tu Mianmian stared at Sivir's fading back, only thinking that this far-away back looked more charming than Renminbi.

When he was out of sight, Tu Mianmian took his eyes back. He held the dining table and thought in a trance:

How do you say that?

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

Isn't this the life he dreams 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.