Clinging President – My Girl, I Want You

"Milo, you're worried about me, aren't you?"

"When you know, ask?"

"You like me, too."

“……”

He was silent, which he had never admitted.

"Do you want to know my answer?"

"Although I understand your answer, I still hope that you can say it yourself."

"Well, promise me not to die, and I'll give you the answer you want."

Lancelot listened, a little silent.

"What? Is there no guarantee? "

Milo was nervous for a moment.

"Well, I promise you, I will live and see you alive."

When Milo heard this, his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, returned to his stomach in an instant.

He was willing to believe it.

Just then, the princess knocked on the door and he said, "I'll go and have a look."

He suddenly became cold.

The princess stood at the door, with tea and refreshments behind her.

"I think Milo has been here for a long time, and you don't order anything to eat in?"

"No, we are not hungry. We seldom meet and talk about our hearts for a while."

"I'll go in and put it down. What if I want to eat it?"

The princess pushed the door in, ignoring Lancelot's resistance.

He was also caught off guard. He didn't expect the princess to act like this.

The door has just opened a small gap, he immediately eye quick hand, fast belt.

The others didn't even see what was inside.

But the princess could see clearly

"Empress mother..."

Lancelot's heart hung up in an instant.

"You all get out of here. You, come to my room."

The princess glared at Lancelot with dignity and dismissed her servants.

Lancelot knows. It can't be hidden.

He followed the princess to the room and she said, "kneel down."

Lancelot knelt on one knee without hesitation.

"You say it, or do I?"

"My son is guilty."

"What crime?"

"I He will inherit the throne without offspring. "

"Why?"

"Because the son minister fell in love with a man."

"Who is that man? Say it

"Milo."

Lancelot landed with a sound.

Hearing the sad news, the princess did not stand firm on her legs, and she fell down on the bed, pale and dejected.

She has already had the answer in her heart, but she still dare not face it. This is her only son. She even likes men?

It's a bad fate. Her father's pursuit of Jane was fruitless. She thought it was over.

But I don't want to be in this generation.

Jane owes Harley so much that Milo makes up for it.

"What, when did it start..."

"Mother, don't ask again."

Lancelot couldn't bear it. She continued to take the blow.