Chapter 273 Acting like a spoiled child again
"Mr. Marshal, I might be on a variety show~"
"Let me tell you first, it's a reality show called 'Living Together'..."
The girlfriend gave her "daily report" to her big-time boyfriend at work as usual, and the message she sent included a cute emoticon of a little lion scratching its chin.
On a show? A reality show?
...living together?
Aviston, who was training new recruits at the military base, paused. Under the frightened gaze of everyone, he narrowed his deep golden eyes dangerously.
The adjutant was frightened.
Marshal Ives was known for his strict training of his subordinates, leading by example. He rarely looked at his laptop during work hours. Now, was this... a very important message?
Judging from the Marshal's expression, something is not good.
Sure enough, the next second, the silver-haired man glanced over calmly and said, "Help me continue training."
The adjutant's heart skipped a beat. "Got it! Lord Ives, are you leaving first?"
"Um."
His immediate superior walked away quickly in his military boots without even turning his head, under the horrified and admiring gazes of the crowd.
Soldiers: Wow!
As expected of Marshal Elvis! Even his early departure is so handsome...
On the way to the pet shop in the aircraft, Elvis's eyes darkened slightly as he looked up the variety show "Cohabitation." The search results on the optical computer were sorted by number of views and attention.
Therefore, most of the first things that popped up were short clips from the second season of "Living Together".
The Marshal had never watched any variety show, nor did he know that the second season of "Living Together" was the extremely famous and even popular "Love Season".
He clicked on it casually, and after a few minutes, he immediately walked out with a dark face.
In the video, the guests are surrounded by pink bubbles, and they're paired up, making everyone envious. This makes one seriously doubt whether this is a normal social reality show. It's simply a dating show disguised as a lifestyle variety show.
Elvis became increasingly depressed, and his usually calm expression began to crack.
He curled his fingers slightly and unconsciously touched the knitted lion claw necklace wrapped around his wrist with his fingertips.
Wanwan she...
Are you tired of being with him?
After returning to the pet shop, Elvis went from the living room to the kitchen, then went up to the second floor and searched the bedroom and guest room, but he couldn't find his girlfriend. Even the two cats were gone.
Elvis was in a mess. For a few seconds, his mind was completely blank and he couldn't think of his next move.
He turned around and wanted to run out of the villa, but the next second, he saw a familiar figure coming in from the gate. Ku Ku and Naitang followed slowly behind that person, looking like they had just come back from a walk outside.
“…Wanwan.”
Suddenly, Tong Wanwan felt dizzy. The next second, her vision darkened and she found that her entire head was forced to bury in the man's arms, with a faint scent of sandalwood surrounding her nostrils.
It’s Mr. Marshal.
"What's wrong?" She was a little confused.
The silver-haired man's strength was a little out of control, and Tong Wanwan struggled hard before she raised her head.
Then, Tong Wanwan opened her eyes slightly.
At this moment, Elvis hugged her tightly and buried his whole face in her neck. He could feel her rapid breathing spraying on her skin, giving her a slight illusion of being burned.
The next second, she heard the man's hoarse and suppressed voice: "...I thought you were gone."
"Leave?" Tong Wanwan didn't know what had happened to Mr. Marshal, but she frowned, unable to suppress the pain in her heart. She raised her hand and touched his silver hair, as if gently soothing a big lion. "Why would I leave? This is my home and my little pet."
"Little pet?" There was no emotion in Elvis' voice.
"..." Tong Wanwan paused and changed the subject, "My home with Mr. Marshal."
The man tightened his hands and finally stopped the urge to speak angrily.
"Variety show, do you have to go?"
Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed: "It hasn't been confirmed yet... But if I can go, I will gain a lot of fans."
As for more specific reasons, such as the system and points, she hesitated again and again and still did not say it out loud.
"What about me? Don't you want it anymore?" Elvis raised his eyes. Tong Wanwan was slightly stunned. She saw that the corners of his eyes were slightly red. He looked inexplicably fierce and a little...
A look of aggrieved.
"How could he not want you?" Tong Wanwan was startled and hesitated, "Mr. Marshal, are you worried about me?"
Could it be that they were afraid that she would have too much fun on the show and forget about her boyfriend?
Elvis lowered his eyelids, his voice still hoarse.
"Those celebrities...will deliberately hype up their CP."
The implication is already obvious.
Tong Wanwan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
It is hard to imagine that Mr. Marshal would even be jealous of such groundless jealousy.
She wasn't sure if she would be chosen yet, but her boyfriend was already getting anxious and was even saying things like, "Don't you want me anymore?"
"This CP hype is just an isolated incident. I'll keep my distance from others. Mr. Marshal, don't you trust me?"
"I believe you." Elvis answered this question without hesitation.
He just didn't believe in himself enough.
After a long silence, Elvis raised his palm and pressed the back of Tong Wanwan's head, his eyes fixed on her, "Have you always liked me?"
A closer look revealed that veins were bulging on the back of the man's hand, and his arms were tightly wrapped around her, causing his muscles to tremble slightly.
He is nervous.
He is worried.
He is scared.
Tong Wanwan sighed, her heart aching inexplicably.
"I like it." She raised her hand and hugged Elvis back, saying patiently: "I like it, I like it very much, I like you the most."
“…Say it again.”
"I like you, Elvis."
"I love Elvis the most. No one can make me like him as much as Mr. Marshal." She curled her eyes and waited until he had completely calmed down before whispering, "Are you feeling better?"
Tong Wanwan has always known it.
The events of the parallel universe had left a shadow on both her and Mr. Marshal. However, both of them were used to suppressing the darkness deep in their hearts and digesting it slowly.
Everyone has a bad side.
Tong Wanwan does not feel any resentment towards Elvis because of his unusual desire for control, possessiveness and nervousness.
Seeing the other person's secretive, suppressed and restrained side, she would not want to leave him.
On the contrary, she would feel distressed and sad, and would want to hug him even tighter.
"……Um."
Ivis leaned over and nuzzled her.
Tong Wanwan burst out laughing, "Mr. Marshal is acting like a spoiled child again."
"Is this considered acting like a spoiled child?" Elvis remained noncommittal.
"Okay, that doesn't count."
"When the time comes, bring a 'pet' with you."
"I know."
"You are not allowed to get close to other boys." Elvis's face was slightly stern.
"Yeah, yeah." Tong Wanwan nodded repeatedly, like a well-behaved and obedient child.
Ives was quite satisfied.
The next moment, his brows suddenly became serious: "Girls are not allowed either."
Tong Wanwan: “…”
This is too much.
(End of this chapter)
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