MTL - I Am the Cutest in the Universe-Chapter 1

There is a lot of noise outside the room, and through the mute noise reduction wall, you can feel the liveliness outside.

Tu Mianmian was pressed on the chair by the makeup artist, and she put her head up and obediently applied makeup and played with her hairstyle. The eyeballs under his closed eyes turned slightly, and he was slightly curious about the outside world.

Tu Mianmian pricked up her ears and wanted to hear what was being said outside, but it was too far away and it was too noisy to hear the detailed words at all.

But I can probably guess...

Taking advantage of the time when the makeup artist turned to get something, Tu Mianmian looked down at the decent suit she was wearing, and couldn't help but puff out her cheeks.

Maybe they are all talking about him, the new "duchess".

The makeup artist just turned around and saw Tu Mianmian's bulging face like an angry puffer fish, her eyes suddenly glowed, "The Duchess is so cute!"

Tu Mianmian was so frightened that she quickly let go of the breath in her mouth, and her cheeks returned to a delicate and beautiful arc.

He secretly looked at the makeup artist's reaction, and found that the makeup artist seemed to be happier, and even the act of arranging his hair was much lighter.

At this time, the home service robot came to Tu Mianmian with a cup of warm water, the stars on the display screen flickered, and the unified electronic voice could be heard a bit flattering, "The Duke Madam, please drink water!"

"...Thank you." Tu Mianmian took the water cup, and moved her hips a little, and moved a little bit farther away from the robot.

Not only the unfamiliarity and vigilance of high-tech things, but also the inability to describe the title of "Duchess".

God knows, Tu Mianmian just accidentally crossed into this strange interstellar era.

He settled in the central star of the Chaoyang Empire, and was rescued humanitarianly due to unknown personal information. After the Genetic Information Bureau established the citizen information for him, they found a 100% genetic match between him and Duke Sivir in the gene bank.

So, a staff member rushed to ask Tu Mianmian if she would like to marry the Duke.

At that time, I didn't know the sinister picture of the society, and the gene match was 100%, shouldn't it be my father or my mother? Marriage should be a slip of the tongue from the staff.

And just nodding, she was sent to the Duke's Mansion by the people of the Genetic Bureau at the speed of light.

The housekeeper of the duke's house was also very powerful, and immediately summoned the duke who was away, and also called the people from the Central Star Civil Affairs Bureau to the door to take photos of the marriage certificate and register the marriage.

The duke's mansion was suddenly full of joy, and there was a sense of joy that the duke was finally released. The housekeeper took care of Tu Mianmian nervously throughout the whole process. Although he was meticulous, he seemed to be very afraid that he would run away halfway.

The picture can't help but feel very messy.

…But things have reached this level, and there is no time for him to tangle or go back.

The makeup artist here just finished her work, and the lively outside suddenly became quiet, almost silent.

After a while, the unique sound of leather boots stepping on the ground came from far to near, and then the door of the lounge was opened.

"Tu Mianmian?" The visitor pronounced the name carefully and clearly, as if calling for a very important person, but this could not hide the fact that he was unfamiliar with Tu Mianmian.

"Yeah." Tu Mianmian agreed, looking up at the person who came.

Coincidentally, Tu Mianmian is also unfamiliar with the noble Duke Sivir of the Chaoyang Empire.

The couple who are about to take a photo of their marriage registration certificate are still very unfamiliar with each other.

Sivir walked in against the light, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall stature, with long legs striding in, standing beside the door, he blocked the half-open door tightly. , and also blocked the line of sight that was secretly cast from the outside.

Sivir's gaze involuntarily fell on Tu Mianmian.

Tu Mianmian has just been dressed up, his eyes are round, big and agile, and his slightly curled flaxen hair makes him look like an unworldly little prince.

Facing Sivir's gaze, Tu Mianmian smiled at Sivir, with two small dimples on her lips.

Sivir: "…"

Sivir's emerald green eyes suddenly became much deeper, like a secluded pool.

His throat rolled for a while, his eyes moved away from Tu Mianmian, looking at the makeup artist, his tone was calm and indifferent: "Is it done?"

The make-up artist shivered at the expressionless cold face of the Duke, and answered tremblingly: "His Royal Highness, it has been, has been done."

After plucking up the courage to say the first sentence, the following words became much smoother, "The groom's appearance conforms to the standard for ID photos. Your Highness can take the wife to take ID photos."

Sivir: "Hmm."

Sivir stood there and waited for a while, but found that Tu Mianmian did not respond. He looked at Tu Mianmian, and Tu Mianmian was also looking at him blankly.

Sivel paused for a while, then walked to Tu Mianmian's side, turning a blind eye to the makeup artist who hastily retreated, he bent down slightly, and stretched out his arm to Tu Mianmian, who was sitting obediently on the chair, "When it's done, go out and take pictures."

Tu Mianmian looked at the arms in front of her, and her eyes touched the soft and expensive dress fabric on Sivir's body, the same style as her own.

In hindsight, he realized that Sivir was waiting for him to go out with him, and he reached out and took Sivir's arm.

So.

The staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau who were waiting outside the room, the staff of the Genetic Bureau who sent the pictures, and the staff and servants who served in the Duke's House, were fortunate enough to see the Duke and the Duchess together. out scene.

The Duke of Sivir has sharp and indifferent features. I don’t know if it’s because he changed his military uniform or because he has the Duchess beside him. It looks a lot more peaceful.

Although the duchess beside him was a head shorter, she did not look thin and petite, her skin as white as milk seemed to glow, and her eyes were very clear.

Ah!

Men's talent! Very correct!

Awei's death was heard in everyone's heart.

The butler of the Duke's House, Anderson, pushed aside the crowd and greeted him with a smile, "His Royal Highness."

He turned to look at Tu Mianmian beside Sivir, and the smile on the gray-haired old man's face became more kind, "Madam."

"Yeah." Sivir nodded.

Butler Anderson got Sivir's response and looked at Tu Mianmian again. Tu Mianmian hesitated a little, he hesitated for a while, and then he learned Sivir's response and nodded to Anderson.

The old butler with the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to have received some affirmation, and he smiled instantly, and every wrinkle on his face contained a smile.

"Since Your Highness and Madam are ready, let's finish the procedure." Butler Anderson said with a smile.

When Anderson, the big housekeeper, spoke, the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau immediately came forward, opened the specific page of the work light brain, and asked Sivir and Tu Mianmian to sign the marriage agreement and complete the marriage registration. Pre-steps.

After their respective signatures, Tu Mianmian and Sivir were invited into a specific shooting range.

There are background boards made by the duke's mansion all around.

The light device on the top of the head is controlled by intelligent AI, which automatically senses the light change, and can switch between warm light and cold light.

There are countless small cameras flying around, constantly looking for the best angle to capture.

In fact, in the interstellar era of advanced technology, marriage registration is not so complicated. Many partners simply take pictures and register.

However, these steps are customs passed down from ancient times, and the Duke's Mansion has always been a family that advocates ancient etiquette, and every detail is done very carefully.

Sivir took Tu Mianmian and stood in the midst of a cluster of flowers, and glanced at the fragile flowers around.

Inexplicably, Sivir felt that the "lady" he was holding was as delicate and delicate as a flower, and needed careful care.

"..." Sivir, who was thinking wildly, suddenly stiffened, and the discomfort in his body suddenly became stronger.

Sivir didn't show the landscape on his face, but he secretly suppressed the discomfort, and his eyes became a bit colder because of this.

The light above her head changed from a cool tone to a warm yellow and radiance, Tu Mian blinked her eyes, quietly turned her head and glanced at Sivir beside her.

From his angle, only Sivir's pursed lips can be seen, and his eyes are raised a little, it is his cold and stern profile.

Tu Mianmian finally felt a little real, and the corners of her lips raised silly.

This is his legal partner.

Although there is no object for single, but the national package is allocated.

Looks like a good sub.

After the photo of the marriage certificate was taken, the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau recorded the photo in the marriage system of Chaoyang Empire. At this point, the final step of marriage registration was completed, and the marriage relationship between Sivir and Tu Mianmian was announced. .

There are two marriage certificates issued by the Civil Affairs Bureau. An electronic file was sent to Sivir and Tu Mianmian's optical brain terminals respectively, and a precious paper document was handed over to Butler Anderson for careful storage.

Tu Mianmian is sitting by the window playing with his optical brain. This is the first time he has come into contact with advanced technology products, and he is following the novice tutorial of the optical brain manager to adapt to the function.

A few distant figures can be seen outside the window. They are the last staff to leave the Duke's Mansion.

"Is that the freshly baked Duchess?"

"What does it look like, tell me! Have you secretly taken pictures? I've been doing logistics outside, and I can't see anything!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo he is so cute! We seldom see this type of beautiful boy in our central star!"

"It seems to be the configuration of the domineering duke and the little girl, I have some more materials when I go out, hehe."

"The Duchess's eyes are so clean, she looks like she can speak."

"The Duchess is beautiful and lovely, she looks so good, I, I think..."

Tu Mianmian: "..." No, you have nothing to think about.

Tu Mianmian turned her head, Sivir was sitting on the sofa with her eyes closed, the evening sunset slanted on his face, and Tu Mianmian saw his frown.

"Are you not feeling well?" Tu Mianmian approached to ask, but was subconsciously grasped by Sivir, who was overconscious of fighting.

When she opened her eyes, Sivir's eyes were out of focus for a moment, and quickly refocused.

The hand he was holding was extremely hot, Tu Mianmian didn't struggle, she sat down next to the situation, "Your skin is so hot."

He asked with concern: "Are you sick?"

It was the object that the empire just assigned to him, and Tu Mianmian was still very concerned.

Sivir looked at him without speaking, her emerald green pupils gradually darkened, "…"

Tu Mianmian also looked back at him: "…"

Sivir: "…"

Figure Mianmian: "?"

The eye contact between the two announced that they had failed. Seeing that Tu Mianmian's eyes gradually became confused, Sivir pursed her lips.

His fingertips rubbed Tumian's wrist, and the small piece of white tender skin quickly stained with his temperature.

The butler Anderson, who came out of the kitchen, was about to report on the progress of the dinner, but he was stunned when he saw this scene.

After receiving the questioning glance from Tu Mianmian, Anderson smiled slightly: "It's okay, Madam, you can help His Royal Highness the Duke."

Tu Mianmian said: I don't understand what you are talking about.

But soon, Tu Mianmian understood what kind of "help" it was.

Due to the situation of the Duke getting out of control, and getting out of control more and more, the carefully prepared dinner was forced to be hurriedly resolved, and the battle between Sivir and Tu Mianmian was transferred to the bedroom.

In Lord Duke's bedroom, the bathroom was steaming.

Tu Mian's hair was still slightly moist, he sat on the edge of the large and soft bed, his face was blank, and he was absent-mindedly pinching the corner of his clothes.

It's normal to read each word separately, but reading it together is so frightening that his rabbit's tail is about to pop out.

"Mianmian." The low hoarse voice close to her ear startled Tu Mianmian.

Tu Mianmian came back to his senses, looked up and found that Sivir had come out of the bathroom.

Tu Mianmian was a little uneasy in her heart, and stammered: "I'm here, what, what's wrong..."

The unfamiliar masculine breath put down his hood, Sivir hugged Tu Mianmian, his hoarse voice tortured by physiological reactions had a different sense of sex.

He let out a soft sigh: "Help me..."

In the middle of the night, the bedroom finally stopped, and a silence returned.

Tu Mianmian buried half of her face in the pillow, lying in the arms of her man and sighed silently.

Alas.

Once married as a rich man…

It's bittersweet.

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