Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1718 Rose Manor (24)

Uncle Wang took the document and looked at him: "Sir...but who do you want to investigate?"

I haven't said it all the time, but it looks... like I'm looking for someone.

And it seems... to be looking for a young woman.

The dignified and elegant Mr. Qiao's eyes are dark and dark.

Against the warm colors outside, the cold face became even colder.

Faintly, as if nothing could change his mood.

He didn't answer, just raised his hand and waved it, signaling that he could go.

The gentleman who has always been friendly and gentle will never embarrass others, even if... the result of his work is disappointing.

Uncle Wang stopped talking, bowed slightly, and retreated tactfully.

Before stepping back, he could still see the book next to Mr.'s lap - "The Little Prince"

The story of the little prince and the rose relying on each other.

Romantic, yet full of fairytaleism.

Uncle Wang glanced at it, then looked away.

leave quietly.

The cold and quiet person was left behind, sitting there quietly, with his slender white hands silently resting on his legs.

The roses outside the window are still in full bloom, and the roses in the vase on the round table inside the window are still gorgeous.

The man is like a beautiful sculpture that does not move, sitting there, looking at the flowers outside the window.

Outside the window, there was a gentle wind blowing into Jing Shi's window.

The somewhat old "Little Prince" was blown away by the gentle wind.

There was the sound of pages being turned, two beeps.

In the end, it quietly stopped on a certain page.

It says--

If a person has a special liking for a flower, then that flower is unique in the vast galaxy.Then, as long as he looks up at the stars, he will be satisfied.He would murmur to himself: "My flower is somewhere in the galaxy..." However, once this flower is eaten by a sheep, all the stars will be dimmed in an instant...Then you also think Is it not important?
It's important, it's my rose, how can it be unimportant?

The little prince said loudly and angrily, "It is the most important thing!"

"No one can take my rose, no one!"

The book was blown shut again by the wind.

A silence.

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Uncle Wang went downstairs.

Coincidentally, I bumped into a servant with a dazed expression.

He was still wearing one-piece overalls and was holding scissors for trimming branches and leaves.

Like he just finished his work.

He stood still at the gate, as if he had lost his soul, and Uncle Wang almost bumped into him because of this.

"……what's wrong with you?"

He patted him, "Uncomfortable?"

The servant looked a little stunned, "...No...No..."

Seeing that it was Uncle Wang, he came back to his senses.

Holding the scissors, his movements suddenly became a little weird, and he glanced outside.

Mysterious, some hesitate to speak.

"Uncle Wang, just now...I seemed to see something dirty in the back garden..."

"what?"

"It's... that kind of dirty thing..."

The servant was a little timid, and said in a low voice, "It's... maybe it's a ghost..."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Wang's face turned cold, and he scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Don't be dazzled, it's scary here."

He has lived for so many years, but he never believed in such a thing.

The servant fell silent.

Uncle Wang paused, his expression relaxed, "Where did you see it? What did you see?"

(End of this chapter)