The person who designed the palace might be stupid.

Another building is one floor or another. It has to set up a lobby partition in the middle, and it has been several times to go up and down the stairs, and it takes more than ten minutes to reach the guest room corridor with the VIP area.

Han Xuan thought to himself, no wonder the queen has a high lifespan. She will definitely have a good health when she exercises like this every day.

Arranged a suite for the bodyguards and gave Anthony a guest room. Another old housekeeper stretched out his hand and said, "Please go here."

Han Xuan would rather live with Anthony and the others. He couldn't rest for long. After thinking about it, he didn't refuse Princess Diana's kindness, "Please trouble you."

The front room is even more luxurious.

Wood, handles and decorations are better than others who live in. In the eyes of the butlers, it is natural to have a level distinction.

Rembrandt's small oil paintings were hung on the walls. The oil paintings placed on both sides were priced at more than $300 million, not even an independent collection hall outside.

I heard from the butler that some of the paintings were collected by the British royal family for hundreds of years, and those painters bought them when they were alive, and the quantity was quite large.

Some painters were very famous at the time, but later disappeared into history, and in general, they still made a profit.

Han Xuan felt that this idea could be learned from. If his descendants were not stupid, relying on the foundation he laid, the money should be able to make generations safely spend.

By then, the oil paintings now become antiques, and they can also say how their ancestors and painters live.

“It’s here.”

The old butler smiled and chatted with Han Xuan all the way. He liked the boy very much. He reached out and pushed open a room with the nameplate of "Edward VIII" engraved, signaled Han Xuan to go in, and said, "There is hot water in the room. If you want to take a shower, please feel free, the things are clean."

He heard the faint moans of the formation and looked into the wide room.

On the sofa, a young woman was naked, twisting her body back and forth, under her, and her legs were also on her own.

Han Xuan naturally saw what the butler saw. The other party was moved and did not hear the motivation to open the door, and a primitive movement continued.

I widened my eyes and looked at the smooth back, with obvious lines. I created people early in the morning, and it was indeed very interesting.

The woman's voice became louder and louder. The man seemed to be calling her name, as if she was Princess Haya.

Even the knowledgeable old housekeeper was stunned at this moment.

Suddenly, I realized something, quickly closed the door and said embarrassedly: "There are already guests. There are many empty rooms, so I'll find another one for you."

Han Xuan touched his nose and was fine without bleeding. He spoke, "Okay..."

Entering the room next door, soaking in a hot bath, the shower gel turned out to be produced by Johnson & Johnson, the United States. This made him laugh and cry.

Before I knew it, I remembered the scene just now. I had a strong memory. When I recalled it, I felt like I was watching an AV movie and clearly remembered every detail.

For a man who has never eaten pork, it is simply torture. He buried his head in the water and held his breath for a long time to calm down.

Then I remembered again.

"This sleep will definitely not be able to sleep."

Han Xuan put on his pajamas and came to the room, talking to himself, and accidentally heard the rhythmic sound of the walls.

I was stunned. I was still on the sofa just now, so I changed my place?

He sighed and came to the living room to watch TV. The shoddy tofu project could not stop the sound next door at all. He had to listen to the corners of the wall, which made him very helpless.

He walked over and knocked on the wall. It seemed that something fell down opposite him. The man screamed in pain and panic.

I used to think it was a couple, but when I thought about it carefully, it didn’t seem like that. The room I arranged for myself was a bit too many people. This kind of empty room was usually not in, so it was indeed a good place for having an affair.

I opened my mouth wide and stretched my back and dozed off. After waiting for a few minutes, I didn't hear any more noises. I pulled up the curtains in the room and lay down to sleep.

...

It's almost seven o'clock.

On the banks of the Thames not far away, cruise ships shuttle.

In a hotel room, the girl woke up early due to the biological clock.

The double eyelids are opened, and a pair of lilac pupils appear, which is extremely beautiful and noble.

My messy hair is like a chicken coop. Even though I went to bed early yesterday, I am still very tired now.

The bedside table was filled with bread and milk, and a letter written by Feng’s mother. She picked it up and looked at it. It said she was going to the Tate Modern Art Museum to check the exhibition hall to welcome the development at nine o'clock, so that she would stay in the hotel room and not go out. If she needed it, she would call room service.

Anya lifted the quilt, the empty room was too deserted, so she turned on the TV to wash.

More than twenty minutes later, a beautiful little beauty came out.

She looked taller than her peers, almost 1.4 meters tall. She walked to the bed and picked up a cup to drink milk. She accidentally heard a black woman on the TV. She said in an exaggerated tone that Han Xuan came to the UK yesterday, and more than 600 fans picked her up at the airport overnight.

Anya's breasts were sprayed out of her nose, she covered her mouth and coughed a few times, pulled a piece of paper to wipe it, and the news continued to tell the story of Princess Diana personally taking him to Buckingham Palace...

Anya smiled and thought it was another boring day, so she hurriedly ran to wash her face, squatted beside her suitcase to choose clothes after breakfast, but she was not very satisfied.

I put on a set and put things in my red backpack. After thinking about it, I went to Mrs. Cecilia's room. There were two hundred pounds on the bedside table, which she left for her daughter to buy food.

Put it in the pocket of jeans, took the room card and looked out, and met a couple in the elevator, taking a little boy of six or seven years old, quietly moved two steps to stand next to them.

The little boy reached out his hand in a daze, trying to hold her, Anya lowered her head and patted her, and stretched out her hand again... At his age, she already knew what a good-looking big sister was.

Just like Anya thought, the security guard at the door thought they were a family, so he smiled and let it go.

He trotted to the side of the road with his bag on his back and waited until a taxi driven by the old couple before he waved to stop it.

A white-haired woman over 65 years old helped open the door and said with a smile: "You didn't wave to the empty cars in front of you just now. I'm so smart. I won't ask your parents, where are you going?"

"Buckingham Palace." Anya answered her.

"Isn't it a princess?"

Look at these beautiful eyes, even the little princess Beatrice is not as beautiful as you.

I have seen many children like you who come to travel, but it is best to let your parents come and accompany you.

The seat belt is tied up, don’t look at me as old, but my driving skills are still very good.”

"There are already familiar people waiting for me at Buckingham Palace, so don't worry." Anya was obedient and fastened her seat belt. She ran away from home for the first time and was sweating.

After a while, I was attracted by the traffic rules on the left, and my head turned to the window, and the red double-decker bus was crowded with people.

Unexpectedly, I could meet him in London. Anya compared the street name and tourist map on the sign. She found that the direction was correct and smiled happily. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!