Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1697 Rose Manor (3)

The low-key car slowly walked around the marble sculpture pool and stopped in front of the gorgeous villa gate.

There are servants waiting, dressed in uniform and respectful.

"Good evening, Mr. Joe."

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper greeted him.

Qiao Zhenting got out of the car, and seeing him, his expression became more respectful, "Uncle Wang."

Uncle Wang is an old man who has been with his father for many years. Since his father died, he has been in charge of managing the manor.

His eldest brother is the owner of this manor, which is equivalent to Uncle Wang following him.

It's no wonder his second brother is dissatisfied.

Uncle Wang patted him on the shoulder kindly, "Let's go, Mister Da is already waiting for you up there."

"Long time no see, Mr. Big misses you very much."

Qiao Zhenting smiled, "I miss big brother too."

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The magnificent and luxurious palace-like villas are lit with exquisite and elegant crystal lights everywhere.

The decoration inside is magnificent, with a large number of oil paintings hanging on the warm-colored walls, which are of great value.

Sculptures, tapestries and many fine pieces of furniture are on display.

In the large and spacious space, because the windows are open, the fresh grass fragrance outside is permeating.

The air is comfortable and comfortable, and the temperature is just right.

The environment of the whole manor is very similar to that person, elegant and gentle.

Qiao Zhenting followed Uncle Wang up the stairs to the second floor.

The tiles on the second floor are smooth and cold, and a layer of soft and warm carpet is laid on them.

The furniture is round without edges and corners, with cool tones and light gray curtains.

Very quiet, the environment is very comfortable and natural.

On the round table is a clear porcelain white vase, dotted with plain white and slightly purple Campion flowers, with a faint fragrance.

In front of the spacious balcony, there was the slight sound of pages being turned.

The people sitting there seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

The background is still soft and quiet.

The lights on the second floor were not fully turned on, but an elegant retro desk lamp was lit next to the small round table.

The slightly bright light hit him. He was wearing a cool and casual white home clothes and light gray soft fabric trousers.

Leaning there, with a porcelain cup beside her, the tea in it has become warm and cold.

Uncle Wang walked over, as if he didn't want to disturb his quietness, his voice was lowered a lot, and he bowed slightly.

"Sir, here he is."

The gentle man who was sitting there quietly reading a book seemed to give a gentle hum.

He gently closed the book in his hand, revealing those white and slender hands.

The roots are distinct, the joints are clear, the nails are well trimmed, round and clean.

Like a work of art carefully crafted by God, without a trace of blemish, it is really beautiful.

Uncle Wang lowered his head and picked up the teacup beside him, his movements were extraordinarily considerate and meticulous.

"Sir, the tea is cold, I'll go and change it for you."

"Thanks for your hard work."

That cold and elegant man even spoke so softly, like a low-lying cello, giving people a sense of relaxation and comfort.

It makes people unconsciously let go of their defenses, and wants to confide everything for it.

Qiao Zhenting walked over.

Treating him is not as rude as treating his second brother Qiao Zhenhuan.

Obviously the person in front of him is a gentle gentleman, and he has never scolded him severely.

But he is like a mouse meeting a cat, with a very cautious attitude, always remember to think twice when speaking, and dare not speak too much.

Even, treat him with the same respect as you treat your father.

(End of this chapter)