It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

She was just thinking about how to enjoy Li Cheng's gossip and got a little too engrossed; it had nothing to do with this little girl.

Besides, Phillips is of royal blood. If she really liked little girls, would she need to snatch her friend's little girl?

Although the little girl is quite cute, judging from the intimacy between the two, she has probably been completely devoured by now, which would greatly reduce her appeal to most people (even those with a lolicon complex).

Aside from a few traitors like Cao Cao, even those who were Cao Cao preferred mature married women.

Li Cheng immediately grasped this simple principle.

I was just a little too concerned and confused, and I didn't quite get it right away.

However, he did not let his guard down completely. After all, this cross-dresser had a very perverse sense of humor, and it would be very bad if he instilled some distorted values ​​in an innocent little girl.

For example, the Egyptian tradition of brother-sister marriage, or the statement "If you don't even dare to rape, what right do you have to say you love him/her?"... What the hell is this "If you don't even dare to rape," this statement is completely a form of moral blackmail in the form of love blackmail!

This kind of statement is no different from those unscrupulous merchants who advocate that love equals diamonds. What's the difference between "If you don't buy diamonds, you don't love her" or "If you don't rape her, you don't love her"?

You know, thanks to the hard work of our caring older sister, Hook, we finally managed to correct Louise back to being a normal little sister. We absolutely cannot let her values ​​be warped by cross-dressers again!!!

So Li Cheng turned to Louise and said, "Louise, go back inside and play by yourself for a while."

"Hmm~"

Li Cheng thought he would need to explain further, but the little girl simply agreed lightly, pulled her little leather boots out of the small hole she had just dug with her toes, and happily ran back into the house.

She was treated as his personal property by her brother.

Although I was shy, I was also very happy.

After watching Louise disappear from sight, Li Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, arranged the stool, poured most of the fragrant milk tea into the teacup he had just found, and handed it to Phillips.

As Phillips took the milk tea and held it in his hands, he sighed, "I'm so heartbroken. The designer doesn't trust me at all."

"Do not worry."

Li Cheng said, "Ever since that salon, I've always been very confident in you, even though I wasn't sure about you."

After this rather boisterous interlude, Phillips finally got down to business.

Simply put, she had finished her work over there and, having been cooped up for too long, came out to change her clothes and relax. She also stopped by Li Cheng's place to see him and ask him what he planned to do next.

Well, so he really just came here for a casual chat.

"But I suddenly have an idea now."

Phillips smiled and took a sip of milk tea. The sweet taste lingered in his mouth, and every taste bud cheered: "Hey, this tastes pretty good. How is it made?"

I'll make a copy for you and send it over later.

Li Cheng answered the second question first, then asked, "What are your thoughts?"

Do you have an envelope, pen, and paper? Can I borrow them?

Phillips avoided answering the question and instead answered it with a single question.

In this era, there were no communication methods like WeChat that could bother you 24/7; writing letters was the proper way to communicate, and Li Cheng couldn't possibly not have some at home. So he turned around, went back inside, and got a complete set of letter-writing tools, including paper, pen, candles, and sealing wax, before handing them to Phillips.

"Don't peek!"

After giving a casual word of advice, Phillips lay down on the small table in the yard and began writing a letter.

Despite saying that, she kept her arms wide open, making no attempt to cover herself up—to put it another way, it was like sitting next to someone during an exam and being able to copy their answers to get a perfect score.

"I won't peek."

As Li Cheng spoke, he looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, staring blankly. Even though he could easily glance at the contents of the letter, he didn't lower his head even a little.

gentleman.

Candid.

If I say I won't peek, I won't, even if I'm very curious.

About fifteen minutes later.

"finished."

Along with this sentence, a newly completed letter appeared on the table, with even the sealing wax on the envelope freshly applied.

Phillips held the letter carefully in his hands, stood up, walked to Li Cheng, and handed it to him.

"For me?"

Li Cheng took the letter, puzzled, unable to figure out what this cross-dresser was up to now.

"of course not."

Phillips waved his index finger twice in the air and gave a mysterious smile: "This is a private letter I wrote to Her Highness Veronica. I'm grateful to the designer for delivering it to me in person."

"After all, they're the marriage partners. I should be able to write a letter to discuss it without any problem, right?"

Chapter 330 The Poor Man Who Was Played in the Palm of His Hands

Writing letters is normal.

It's normal for both parties to need to communicate through him on a private basis.

...But it's really abnormal for him to hand it over in person, you bastard!!!

"Hand it over in person?" Li Cheng countered.

"Hand it over in person."

Phillips smiled and affirmed, "Mr. Designer, aren't you going back to England? Then please pass this on to His Highness on your way."

"Going along the way is not a valid reason."

Li Cheng frowned.

"If I had to find a reason..."

Phillips's smiling face turned serious and resolute: "Because this secret letter is of great importance, we must ensure that it is handled flawlessly and that there is not the slightest mistake along the way."

I don't believe you!

This is a letter you just wrote in person, in ten minutes! And you only asked me for the pen and paper on a whim! It didn't even take me as long as I was thinking about what to have for dinner! What kind of significance is this?!

Li Cheng looked as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Remember, you can't peek!"

Phillips raised his fist again, making an "X" in the air with his two slender, white index fingers, delivering the final blow to Li Cheng's mind.

"I disagree, I'm going to peek."

Li Cheng's lips twitched, and he made a move to open the envelope.

Faced with this table-flipping tactic, Phillips simply tilted his head: "But the designer just promised he wouldn't peek, right?"

Li Cheng's hand froze, and he said in disbelief, "So the 'no peeking' earlier didn't just mean no peeking while writing a letter, but also no peeking while delivering one?!"

"So clever."

Phillips retracted his two index fingers and instead raised his two thumbs.

......

Some time passed.

Phillips left with a flourish.

Aside from the insider information that most of the clothing needed for the marriage would be entrusted to Li Cheng's United Tailor Shop, and that he could take the time to design two sets himself to increase his reputation, he left only a letter.

This is a seemingly ordinary letter.

The envelope is a pale yellow color and is long and narrow. It doesn't have many fancy decorations on the surface, but the thick paper, after being soaked in oil, is extremely tough and has a certain degree of water resistance, enough to withstand a long journey.

At this point, the opening that was originally located at one end of the rectangle had been firmly sealed with dark red sealing wax as a means of secrecy.

Li Cheng rested his chin on his arm, staring at the pale yellow envelope on the table.

He emphasized that the envelope needed to be delivered by him personally.

First, we can rule out that it's an important letter; there can only be two reasons.

Most likely, they wanted to torture this 24-year-old veteran, to deceive him, or to launch a sneak attack!

Another possibility is that it's simply a way to annoy him and put more psychological pressure on him during this period, but the probability is low and can be ruled out.

"I wish I knew what it said."

Li Cheng murmured to himself.

He's filled with regret now.

He had an opportunity to peek at the letters; he could have easily seen them with just a glance. But he didn't cherish it. Instead, he acted like a virtuous gentleman, gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle and striking a cool pose.

Now that the sealing wax has been applied, there's no way to see it anymore.

In popular belief, a sealed envelope symbolizes secrecy and privacy, meaning that the contents will not be known to others.

Although in the later era when telegraph communication became widespread, the contents of anyone's telegram would be read by at least four people (the writer, the recipient, and the telegraph operators on both sides), there was no privacy in the letters.

But at least a paper envelope sealed with wax is still reliable; to peek, you have to open it... wait a minute?!

A glint of light flashed in Li Cheng's eyes.

Upon closer reflection, this cross-dresser made a huge mistake.

Because she wrote it in such a hurry, she used her own envelope and didn't even stamp it.

In other words, he could have opened the envelope first, checked whether it contained any content intended to harm him, and then resealed it in an identical envelope to ensure it was exactly the same as the original.

As for his promise not to peek...

This is a secret letter written to Veronique, so if we round it up, isn't it written to him?

How can writing a letter to oneself be considered peeping?

Li Cheng thought it over and it seemed more and more plausible.

And he acted immediately, pouncing like a hungry tiger and tearing open the envelope.

One word.

Cool.

"Let me see what's written inside."