Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1714 Rose Manor (20)

Subconsciously, he glanced at the clock hanging in the distance, "It's only nine o'clock, sir, is he asleep?"

"Yes, sir, seems a bit tired tonight."

The servant thought for a while, and had no choice but to say this.

Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why people who used to go to bed in the early morning suddenly start to go to bed early.

"..." Uncle Wang stopped and looked at the documents he was holding.

"Ok."

If you can't be disturbed, then you can only do it early the next morning.

"By the way, my husband also said that no one should wake him up tomorrow morning."

The servant suddenly added, "Sir, he said he knows what to do, and he will get up when he should."

"..." It became more and more strange.

Uncle Wang looked upstairs.

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is a dream.

In the dream, it was also raining.

The rain is not heavy, but it is not small.

Just like in reality, it was heavier than the continuous drizzle, so that people had to hold an umbrella.

At this moment, it is daytime.

The outside of the villa was still shrouded in raindrops, and the beautiful and delicate roses swayed silently in the sound of the rain.

The rich fragrance of flowers was mixed in the rain, and finally faded a bit.

The lighter it is, the more you can smell the faint fragrance.

Floating in mid-air, shuttling among the branches and leaves of flowers.

Like a naughty kitten, rolling around, not restless at all.

This time, when the man who fell into the dream opened his eyes again, he was on his own bed.

The surrounding environment is bright, and the sound of rain is clear and vivid.

It's so real that people can't tell whether it's a dream or reality. The environment seems real and fake, and it's hard to tell.

But the person lying on the bed seemed to be able to tell the difference.

He seemed to know that this was in a dream.

It was raining outside, and he got up while leaning on a cane.

The pace didn't stop for almost a moment.

Probably in a hurry, when going downstairs, the already limping steps were too fast, and even staggered and bumped a bit.

There was a slight thud at the ankle, as if it had been twisted.

A severe tingling sensation came, so strong that it didn't seem like a dream at all.

But this is a dream. In the dream, there is no one.

No servants, no housekeeper...nothing but him.

The gentle and noble man didn't even wear shoes.

After twisting his foot, he looked a little embarrassed and his face was a little pale.

Stepping barefoot on the cold tiled floor, he felt pain and bone chill, as if thousands of thin needles were piercing the soles of his feet, the pain was severe.

He held on to the handrail of the stairs with some strength, and his joints were strongly white, supporting his body.

It was still raining outside, and he staggered step by step.

Stumbled and ran outside.

Even the crutches that are always in hand have been thrown away, and it is too late to pick them up.

The rain outside was still moderate, with no sign of stopping.

When the cold raindrops hit his body, his thin clothes were quickly soaked.

The cold pierced the skin, and it was indescribably cold.

The endless sea of ​​flowers, wandering under the cold rain, is still blooming gorgeously without losing its color.

The gray sky, the dark clouds, everything is so bleak.

Only the delicate and beautiful roses are always warm and bright, like a wanton fire, burning up the entire land.

Bring endless warmth.

The stumbling man, with bare feet, stepped into the mud.

The black mud stains polluted him, and that bone-chilling coldness seemed to dissipate in the rain, leaving nothing but embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)