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In the evening, Fengjia's private car stopped in front of a luxurious manor.

This manor covers a very large area, the building is all European style, there are 108 servants, there are bodyguards standing guard in front of the gate, and the protective measures and isolation measures are well done.

Seeing Master Feng's car approaching, the gate slowly opened, and the car drove into the wide road of the Roman puzzle.

On both sides of the road are lawns transplanted from France, and the central sprinkler system is watering the precious flowers and trees.A dozen servants who were trimming shrubs on the lawn immediately stopped what they were doing and saluted the young master.

The private car drove all the way forward. Whenever a servant saw him, he would respectfully call him [

"Master Feng." "Hello, Master Feng!" "Master Feng..."

The private car was parked in front of the main building of Fengjia.

This is a pure European-style building, with white Roman columns, painted windows, and precious potted plants planted on the wide white terrace. Only.

After entering the house, there is a spacious main living room with a huge fireplace and a hand-painted oil painting.The man in the portrait is so handsome, the woman is pure and pure, and their features are somewhat similar to Feng Zihao's.Those were Feng Zihao's father, Feng Chengling, and his mother, Lin Kewei.

Feng Zihao's appearance is still more inherited from his father, but he has a more feminine feeling than his father.Judging from the portrait alone, the father's age can't be seen at all, but he looks more like his elder brother.

The servant was wiping the portrait with reverence on his face.

Feng Zihao stood at the door, and a servant brought slippers to change for him. On the tea table, scented tea was brewed.

Chen Butler knew that the young master's first habit after returning home was to take a bath, so he warmly greeted him and said, "Master, the hot water has been put away, are you going to take a bath and change clothes now?"

Feng Zihao nodded and walked upstairs.

The layout of the duplex building, the spiraling white staircase, all the floors are covered with thick velvet carpets...

Half an hour later, Feng Zihao came down from the second floor after taking a shower. He had already changed out of his school uniform and was wearing a fresh home attire.

The white T-shirt with bare shoulders was loose, but the slender and powerful legs were tightly wrapped in slacks, showing the handsome and heroic spirit of the young man.