That being said, Jane's reaction and movements when she saw him and Dracula when she went downstairs still embarrassed Prince Donald. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 In fact, if it were possible, Prince Donald would have the urge to turn back time, and if he could, I believe he would be able to control himself, that, he should be able to...... , Prince Donald didn't think for sure.

"If you don't mind, can you wait a moment, or share with me the breakfast that Mr. Butler has carefully prepared?" Jian Er was not very sure.

It's not that she takes the enamel, everyone comes to the door, she has to eat and talk about other things, but if she doesn't eat it, it's hard to say when the treatment will end after the treatment starts. One thing is certain, though, and that is that this lunch is a must-have. In this way, this breakfast is very important, and she has the physical strength to persist when she doesn't eat at night.

What unsure Jane was her invitation to Prince Donald for breakfast with Count Dracula. You must know that these two are both blood clans, what is the main food of these blood clans? The answer to this question is that everyone knows it, that is, blood! Please eat breakfast with these two people, these two will not each bring a glass of "red wine" to eat with her, right?

Eat breakfast with the smell of rusty "red wine...... Jian'er wasn't sure she would have an appetite.

"No need, please, I'll just wait here with Dracula. Prince Donald shook his head.

"That's rude. Jane nodded, but she was still a little glad that these two had rejected her invitation, at least she could make sure she could have an undefeated breakfast, wouldn't she?

By the time Jane arrived at the restaurant, Ray had almost eaten. Embarrassment, it seems that she is really the most "lazy" one (Jane is wronged, saying that she is no better than when she was at work!).

Whew~, Jian Er turned her grief and anger into appetite, directly vented her "grievances" on the food, discarded the demeanor of the lady (Xiaohai: Are you sure you have this thing on you?), and divided the breakfast by dividing it by two. I wonder if Jane should be glad that the villa provided by Count Dracula is large enough, and the dining room is relatively independent (at least from the living room, it is impossible to see the situation here), otherwise her appearance is not much different from the reincarnation of a starving ghost, which may surprise the two standard gentlemen.

"Alright, we can get over. After this round of venting, Jian'er's mood was much better and at the same time saved a lot of breakfast time, so it was only a few minutes for Jian'er to return to the living room.

"Yes, is it?" Apologies and embarrassment flashed across Prince Donald's face, making his face, which always maintained a noble and reserved expression, look a little sluggish, and after a while, Prince Donald said with some amazement, "Well, you don't have to be in such a hurry. ”

"It's okay!" said Jane, waving her hand a little grinningly, "Alright, let's figure it out sooner, and it's just right to start treating Miss Catherine sooner, isn't it?"

At the mention of Miss Catherine, Prince Donald did not say any more kind words, for there was nothing more important to him than Miss Catherine.

"Have you done all the preparations I said earlier?" said Jian'er as she picked up the bag she had prepared and carried it on her back.

"Yes, everything is already ready, just waiting for you!" Prince Donald's face immediately became serious at the mention of this question. When it comes to his own women and his children, he doesn't dare to be sloppy.

"Very well, let's go. ”

Following Prince Donald, accompanied by Ray, the group and others walked into the secret passage of the villa.

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The closed basement door, the dim flickering candlelight, from the sun rising in the east to the stars and the moon shining now, have not come out since Jane and Prince Donald entered the basement.

"Why haven't you come out yet?" Count Dracula, who was spinning back and forth outside the basement door, began to poke his brain into the basement door for the nth time, O Almighty Satan King, he had never felt time pass so slowly.

"Damn, I should have changed this door to glass if I knew so!" the n+1st time the same complaint was uttered, "at least I could see what was going on inside." ”

In fact, if it weren't for the occasional power of Prince Donald, Count Dracula might have been unable to control the opening of the door to see what was going on inside. But the premise of all this was that he had to beat the silver figure standing by the basement door like the door god. You must know that Jian'er explained to Lei when she went in, guard the door, and no matter what happens, she will never let anyone in and interfere with her treatment.

Count Dracula was in a hurry, and on the other hand, Ray's face was also not good-looking. However, unlike Count Dracula's worries about the outcome of the treatment, Ray is now feeling super unhappy!How long has it been since this morning?!The people inside don't talk about food, they just haven't even drunk saliva!Those who eat less than one meal or two meals are no different from the blood clan, and the little woman in his own house is just an ordinary person (Xiaohai: Are you sure?!), what if it hurts his stomach because of this?!

Although I can't see the treatment inside, it is not difficult to imagine with Lei's IQ that it must be a highly concentrated and laborious work, and there is a good saying that this tiredness hurts people more than tiredness!

"Gone!" Count Dracula instantly almost stuck to the door of the basement.

Ray, who had been leaning against the door, also straightened up at the same time.

It turned out that just now, the power in the basement that had been involved from time to time, with the breath of Prince Donald, suddenly disappeared completely. If nothing else, it should be that today's treatment is over. Count Dracula stared nervously at the door, not knowing what the outcome would be. (To be continued.) )