Quick wear: the blackened boss is fierce and clingy

Chapter 208 Your Highness Is Called Parent Again 16
Tang Shu was also stunned, this seems to be different from what was described in the original book.

She glanced at 7499, who had the audacity to lie down beside the monarch's arm, and looked at His Majesty again with unblinking eyes.

Not knowing what to say, Tang Shu nodded.

Fu Rong glanced at the time and frowned slightly: "It's very late, you go back to bed first. I didn't arrange a good time today, and I kept you waiting for a long time."

The little cub didn't dare to refute at all, its eyes widened and drooped obediently.

Tang Shu stood up, glanced at 7499, then turned around and walked back slowly.

Back in the room, Tang Shu lay obediently on the bed, pinching the quilt with her fingers.

"Is he..."

[Yes, dear, he is your boss] 7499 found a comfortable place to sit down, and said with a serious look.

Tang Shu: "..."

It seems that there is no sense of accomplishment after guessing it.

This plane is very special, and the boss has become her guardian.

Tang Shu blinked.

Therefore, she should strive to be a qualified cub.

...

On the other side, Fu Rong called Fred.

"Mr. Fred, thank you for making arrangements. I will be staying here temporarily in the near future."

Fred has been shocked by His Majesty's behavior many times this day, and now hearing His Majesty say that he wants to stay here, it still feels like a bomb exploded in his head.

"Your Majesty, are you sure? Here..."

Fu Rong interrupted him: "Ms. Caroline is right, parents should participate in the process of raising their cubs."

"Okay, Your Majesty." Mr. Fried turned and retreated, and ordered the servants to sort out a guest room for His Majesty.

Fu Rong sat in the study, meditating for a long time facing the silent air.

In the end, the monarch lowered his eyes. It was the first time he searched for entries in Starnet, who seldom visited Starnet—how to be a qualified guardian?
Many answers popped up on the webpage, and the monarch read them one by one.

It took a long time to look at it, and it was not until the middle of the night that I got up and left the study.

Fu Rong's work and rest has always been very regular, this rule is only for him personally, the daily sleep time is controlled within 5 hours.

He went to bed an hour later than usual tonight because he spent some time learning how to raise the pups.

The monarch still set the alarm clock at five o'clock as usual.

...

The next day, before dawn, Fu Rong got up on time.

After washing, the monarch put on his military uniform and came to the kitchen.

Tang Shu had to arrive at school before eight o'clock, and he still had a long time to prepare breakfast.

Generally speaking, the chef will get up at 6 o'clock to prepare breakfast for His Royal Highness.

But when the chef came to the kitchen today, he saw a slender figure unexpectedly.

Wearing a tight black military uniform, from the back view, his legs are straight and slender, and the young man has a fascinating charm in his gestures.

It's Your Majesty.

The chef was a little nervous: "Your Majesty, why are you in the kitchen? What kind of breakfast do you want, I'll make it for you."

He was both nervous and excited.

There is no cook who does not want his Majesty to taste the meal he has cooked.

Just being in the same space as His Majesty, talking about it is enough for him to show off for several years.

Fu Rong was watching a cooking tutorial, when he heard the sound, he turned his head slightly.

"No, I'm making breakfast for the cubs."

The cook was stunned for a moment: "Will you... make breakfast for His Royal Highness?"

"Ah."

His Majesty does not seem to be unreasonable as imagined. The monarch who washes his hands and makes soup for the cub at this moment has an indescribable affinity.

Whoever said that His Majesty doesn't take His Highness seriously, he will go out today to refute the rumors and tell those gossiping women in the villa how much His Majesty treats His Highness with care.

The chef's heart was soaring, and he was about to overflow with excitement.

"Usually I cook His Highness's breakfast." The chef's teeth were trembling a little, "If Your Majesty cooks the food yourself, I think His Highness will be very happy."

Fu Rong's movements paused, his brows and eyes revealing a contemplative expression.

"Will she be happy?"

"Of course!" The chef was decisive, he was more excited than anyone else at the moment.

"You, do you need my help?" The chef asked anxiously.

The monarch shook his head, "No, I'll just come in person."

"Okay, okay." The chef's face was flushed, and he was still very excited when he was rejected, "By the way, just wait a moment."

(End of this chapter)