Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

The sycamore leaves covered the ground, swirling in the wind.

The taxi passed the villa area, went all the way, and finally stopped in front of an old-style villa.The mottled walls, the iron gates are peeling and rusty, the flowers and trees in the yard have withered, the fountain pool in the center is broken, and the water in the pool has dried up.

Chanel got out of the car, paid the taxi driver, stood in front of the villa and rang the old-fashioned doorbell.

Soon, the iron door creaked open, and a gust of cold wind blew past.

Chanel walked in, and the iron door closed automatically behind her...

She glanced behind her, the taxi had already turned around and left. Before entering, she had a little hesitation at first, but now she has no way out.

Through the dilapidated garden, Chanel walked to the front of the villa. The old-fashioned wooden door was severely cracked with peeling paint.

She was about to reach out to push, when the door was opened from the inside.

A servant in a servant's attire looked her up and down: "It's Miss Xia? Come in."

Chanel followed the servants and walked in. The inside of the villa was not as dilapidated as it looked from the outside, but it could be seen that it was a long time ago.There is no furniture inside, and the multi-storey chandeliers are still old-fashioned with candles hanging...

When Chanel walked, the wooden floor was particularly loud.

The servant walked in front of her and said: "This is the house left by our young master's ancestors. He wants to move here after returning to China this time. Our young master has seen your resume and design works on the Internet. Can we have further cooperation?" , depends on your performance."

Chanel looked around indifferently, searching every corner.

The servant led her along and briefly talked about the master's preferences...

From the first floor to the third floor, Chanel stood on the attic and opened the skylight, and the bright sunlight came in to drive away the haze.

The servant swept the dust in front of his nose, coughed and said: "Miss Xia, do you remember all the precautions I told you just now?"

Chanel nodded: "Okay."

The servant looked at her strangely, the woman was silent from beginning to end, rarely speaking.She's always been the one talking.

"Miss Xia, I must tell you that our young master is a person of great status and taste. If you can submit a design draft that satisfies him, I think the reward will be generous."

Chanel nodded lightly again: "Okay."

"What other questions do you have?"

"I want to visit again slowly." Chanel walked in the villa, observing every place carefully, stroking the wall with her hands, without missing every pattern of the room.

Then she took out a sketchbook and a pen from the backpack she was carrying, and quickly sketched the general layout and outline of the villa.

The servant walked behind her, looking at her high coiled hair, revealing her extremely thin shoulder bones and graceful neck.

Chanel was dressed very vulgarly, with baggy jeans and a T-shirt, big black-rimmed glasses, messy bangs, and a disheveled face.

She was originally a good-looking and temperamental woman, so she dressed up so casually that she couldn't show her temperament, so she became ordinary... People don't pay more attention to her appearance.

Her delicate facial features are well hidden, and her body is too thin, which seems to be suspected of being malnourished.

The servant was very puzzled, why did the young master buy this crappy house on a whim and recruit a designer from outside.

As the owner, even if you don't invite famous overseas designers, you should just buy a ready-made mansion...