Quick wear: She is the heartthrob

Chapter 261 25. Borrowing an Orphan
A man in red clothes and black hair jumped down from the carriage.

The housekeeper who had been killed long ago and was guarding the door greeted him with a sincere and respectful smile on his face.

Toolman: "Master Shen, you are here."
Toolman: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Shen Tinglan: "Thank you for your hard work."
Shen Tinglan nodded slightly, putting aside the unruly look in the corner of his eyes and eyebrows, and brought out the arrogance that was unique to him in his every move.

The housekeeper had never heard of Shen Tinglan, and knew that his temper was a bit surly, and that there were many noble people who were embarrassed by him when he was in a bad mood. Even if it was not the first time he received a faint greeting from him, he was still suddenly flattered. Feeling, I smiled more sincerely now.

Toolman: "Either way, this is what it should be."
The housekeeper who had served in the Huangfu Mansion for several years was half a step behind, accompanying Shen Tinglan, leading him around the courtyard of the women's family and towards the hall that the master had ordered.

Because of this detour, the place that must be passed by on the way is the garden with rockery, running water and rare flowers and plants.

The garden of Huangfu's family was really well-maintained, to the extent that even Shen Tinglan would notice it.

The last time he came to Huangfu Mansion, he was fashionable and young. At that time, the nobles in the capital were more interested in strange rocks and famous trees, which were quite rugged in the north.

At that time, the garden of Huangfu Mansion was already rare and delicate in Gyeonggi.

The nobles in the capital are very admirable. He heard that in recent years, with the rise of Huangfu Muji, the Huangfu Pavilion has become a bellwether in the capital. Even the gardens of every household have been repaired and become more beautiful. Even so, Huangfu The garden is still one of the best in Beijing.

Shen Tinglan stopped and watched, the small bridge flowing over the water, the rippling blue lake surface, koi carp jumping, waterlilies intertwined, and beautiful flowers swaying under the bright sunlight.

Shen Tinglan: "This garden is really nice."
The housekeeper saw him stop and look around, smiled slightly, and answered the conversation with honor.

Toolman: "If Master Shen likes it, you might as well stay a little longer and enjoy it slowly."
Shen Tinglan raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, smiling wildly and with the high spirits of a young man.

Shen Tinglan: "If you keep me here any longer, I'm afraid Uncle Huangfu will be impatient. He'll give me something to do when he rushes me. That's not fun."
This was a very interesting thing to say. It neither lost the youthfulness nor the respect. It also seemed that he was extremely close to Huangfu Muji.

Gong Furuo hid behind the tree, holding a delicate and small rattan flower basket in his hand, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

Her voice was obviously deliberately lowered and could not be heard, at least not by the housekeeper and Shen Ya.

But who was Shen Tinglan? When he was young, he went to the battlefield with his husband, practiced martial arts, and went into battle to kill enemies. He was so skilled in martial arts that no matter how small the sound was, he could not escape his ears.

Almost as a conditioned reflex of his body, he tensed up and quickly looked at the place where the sound came from with caution.

Behind the thick tree whose canopy is so big that it can block out the clouds and sun, if you take a closer look, you can only vaguely see a piece of blue clothes and a shocking white. There is something hooked on the fingertips, which looks like a basket. , with some bright red petals exposed inside.

Although it's just the tip of the iceberg, the hands are so well made. The exposed hands are slender and white, and the nails are as round as shells, with a hint of pink.

The girl was also keen and intelligent. She seemed to be aware of it, and she quickly put her hand in. This time, she couldn't even see the unclear white snow anymore.

Shen Tinglan felt a little regretful for some reason.

(End of this chapter)