Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1701 Rose Manor (7)

Under the soft and bright moonlight, those pure and clear eyes were slightly tinged with the color of intoxicating red wine.

She quietly looked around and looked around, her thin white fingertips landed on the rose beside her.

The crystal-clear light shimmered around her.

Surrounding her, like fireflies, illuminating her snow-white skin and delicate and gorgeous face.

She was beautiful, with beautiful long hair, and a tall, slender frame.

She was wearing a thin red dress with suspenders, the hem of which only reached her thighs, and the gorgeous wine red color made her appearance even more astonishing, like a goddess who descended from the sky.

It's almost unreal.

She stood in the sea of ​​flowers, raised her head, and watched the moonlight for a while.

As if sensing someone, she squatted down suddenly and hid in the sea of ​​roses.

Only those stunning and beautiful peach blossom eyes were revealed, with an intoxicating light blood red.

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Someone did come, around 05:30, when the sky was getting whiter, a dedicated gardener would come to water the roses.

But when the gardeners were about to come, they suddenly seemed to have received some orders.

So they put down their watering cans and picked up fine spades and hooks.

Because they don't want to disturb their master's rest, their movements are always extraordinarily light and quiet.

The sea of ​​flowers is huge, vast and endless.

The gardeners gathered together in twos and threes and began to move around the edge of the sea of ​​flowers.

Like a ruthless machine, it wants to destroy this well-cared-for fairyland, leaving nothing behind.

"..." The beautiful elf hidden in the sea of ​​flowers stared at them quietly.

As if sensing that they were going to destroy the roses, she squinted her eyes and moved her fingertips slightly.

A crystal bright red gleam emerged silently and flew towards them flexibly.

"Ouch--"

One of them accidentally fell.

"Yeah - you got water on me!"

"Eh? Where's my shovel? Why is the shovel missing?"

"Where's the empty flowerpot? Didn't the empty flowerpot just come here?"

"Hey! You stepped on me!"

There was a commotion among the ruthless gardeners who had been moving neatly.

The voice was loud, but it was obvious, and it made them lose their feet.

Some were in a hurry, and the progress of removing the rose suddenly slowed down.

The beautiful person hiding in the sea of ​​flowers is squatting, arms folded.

Probably a little satisfied, her figure disappeared into the sea of ​​flowers.

Dissipated as a gust of clear and bright red wind, dissipated without a trace.

In the air, the fragrance of flowers remains.

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inside the room.

At six o'clock in the morning, the person on the bed was still asleep, just falling asleep.

This is a habit he is accustomed to. He takes a light nap in the morning and a short nap in the afternoon, and then he can't fall back asleep again.

During such a quiet time, the servants were all sensible and did not disturb the rest of the master.

Each of them quietly cleaned the area they were in charge of, and the entire manor was filled with such a tranquility that no one dared to be disturbed.

When Qiao Zhenting got up, Uncle Wang was waiting outside the door and treated him politely.

"Morning, Mr. Little."

He knew he had to hurry back, so he prepared breakfast early.

"You have something to fill your stomach before leaving. I have asked them to prepare a hearty breakfast."

"The plane is currently waiting at the airport and can take off at any time."

Qiao Zhenting raised his hand and glanced at the time.

Next to the guest room was a clear floor-to-ceiling window. His sight swept across, and when he fell on the endless sea of ​​roses outside, he stopped for a moment.

(End of this chapter)