The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the courtyard of the Qian family, and the shadows of the vegetation and houses were stretched very long. The small courtyard that used to be somewhat gloomy now has the tranquility and peace of September.

Elder Qian and Miss Qian accompanied Solo with a few well-reached guards and walked slowly around the yard.

Neatly trimmed shrubs and lawns, several clumps of autumn chrysanthemums and variegated flowers and plants competing for beauty make this small courtyard that does not occupy a large area look neat and clean.

Solo circled the small building of Qian's house about three times, and Mr. Qian and Qian Jinguo followed him around three times.

The more Solo acted casually, the more admiring the eyes of the Qian family, who no male animal could get into her eyes, became more and more admirable.

Just when the sun was about to set on the western mountain, Solo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stopped in front of a row of bluestone houses built against the wall in the northwest corner of the yard.

A long row of seven or eight bluestone houses exudes a faint musty smell, giving people a sense of vicissitudes of life after being eroded by Feng Shui.

The bluestone house was much shorter than the tall fence with wires outside, and a rusted and mottled iron door was tightly closed by a large iron lock that was also rusted beyond recognition.

It doesn't take Solo from the Department of Archeology to look at it. Others can see that some years have passed.

"Grandpa Qian, this is..." Solo asked.

After listening to Solo's question, Mr. Qian also looked puzzled, and turned his head to look at the personal guard.

And the guard who was close to him also shook his head meaningfully, no one knew what this row of houses was for.

It has been dozens of years since Mr. Qian took this position and stayed here.

He has been so busy that he doesn't even have time to go home. In ancient times, there was Dayu, and today there are such national pillars as Mr. Qian.

It's not surprising that Mr. Qian didn't know what this row of bluestone houses was for.Besides, the Qian family was not the first family to live in this small building.

"Solo, I grew up here when I was young, it seems that this place has been like this since I can remember..."

Qian Jinguo looked at So Luo, her face blushed for no reason, her breathing was a little short, and she secretly hated her own gaffe, and said in a low voice.

Qian is always a person who goes through a lot of troubles. What he cares more about is the transformation of his granddaughter. This is a strong child, and he will not lose to any outstanding man.

However, Mr. Qian immediately thought of Tang Ling and Bai Xue who were by Suo Luo's side when he was in Long's house.

Those are two good children, and I heard that Bai Xue is Solo's lover, and that she is qualified to enter the Long family with Solo, which already shows that Bai Xue and Tang Ling have been recognized by the Long family...

Elder Qian sighed deeply in his heart, secretly thinking that it's a pity, otherwise, if Heroine could get together with Solo, with Solo as Long Qiyao's adopted son, it would really be considered a strong alliance.

Mr. Qian quickly figured out a lot of things. Long Qiyao dared to invite some big Buddhas to Long's house, and verified Solo's body, and said that Solo was closer than his own son. This is already a signal. .

Mr. Qian can be sure that if Solo can work hard normally, the young man in front of him is likely to become the spokesperson of the Long family, and it will be a matter of time before he finally reaches the top.

If Heroine and Solo can really get together in the end, it will have a boost to the development of his son Qian Beiming in the future.

At least Mr. Qian can be sure that even if the Long family does not help or oppose, this is the most ideal effect for the Qian family...

Solo took another look at the situation, and heard from Mr. Qian that the bluestone house should have existed when they moved here before. So Luo asked if he wanted to check it out?

Solo shook his head, turned his head and whispered something to Qian Lao, Qian Lao nodded slightly, turned around and led the guards back, far behind the swing frame and the rockery.

But unexpectedly, Qian Jinguo refused to leave with a stubborn expression on her face.

Mr. Qian stopped and smiled wryly in his heart. He knew his granddaughter, she didn't want to be defeated by something, such as something that subverted her belief in life.

If she really loses, with her unyielding temperament, no matter how difficult it is to get up, she can't get past herself.

Qian and Qian are the pride of the Qian family. The reason why she chose to carry the banner of the family into business and become a successful businessman instead of politics was the painful decision of the Qian family.

All of this is due to her father Qian Beiming's consideration. As the so-called cunning rabbit has three caves, he has too much consideration for the Qian family's sake in politics. If one is not on the wrong team, no one can predict what will happen in the future.

Therefore, the Qian family, which has a red background, cannot put all its treasures on the father and daughter. Qian Beiming, as the eldest son of the family, was pushed to the foreground, and Qian Jingwo, as the best third-generation heir of the family, had to retire. Go behind the scenes and leave a way out.

Solo saw Qian Jinwo's firm eyes, although her little face was slightly pale, but this did not affect her beauty.

Solo's eyes flew past Miss Qian's swollen breasts, and he howled in his heart: "What a wonderful woman, I just don't know if she will come close to my life and become a beautiful woman." One of the..."

Although Qian Jinguo was only five or six years older than Solo, but what kind of experience she had, she saw Solo's eyes and blushed, but there was no anger in her heart, but a hint of happiness.

This made her softly 'bah...' in her heart, instead of scolding Solo for being wretched, which is very strange.

"Do you really want to follow in? Aren't you afraid that I won't take care of you and you will be in danger?" Solo suddenly became obscene, looking at Miss Qian with bewildered eyes.

"Bah... who wants you to protect..."

Miss Qian was possessed like a demon, she was not angry at the wretchedness of the little brat in front of her, her face blushed again, but her eyes did not dodge but she was looking directly at Solo, stubbornly refusing to share concession.

"it is good……"

Solo was defeated, and nodded in agreement with Qian Jinguo's request to follow up.

He found that his immunity to beauties was getting weaker and weaker: "I don't think I'm thinking about spring, hehe...it seems like I was thinking about spring when I was eight years old, it's normal..." Solo screamed proudly.

Solo went directly to the iron gate, and Miss Qian also became curious about how this weak and unruly boy would deal with the iron gate and the huge iron lock.

Solo stretched his pale hand towards the iron lock, paused for a moment, and then began to look like a master, imitating the movements of Jianglong Shibachang and Jiuyin Baiguclaw in the TV series with a serious face, exaggerated and Ridiculous.

How amazing is Qian Jinguo's mind, she knows that Solo is disgusting her, but she also hopes to see something that can still subvert her ideas reappear...

babbling... yay...

Solo danced and danced for a long time like singing a Beijing opera, and then he reached out and grabbed the giant lock, his face flushed and he pulled it hard...

In the end, the iron lock didn't move at all, he turned his head and smiled at Qian Jinguo embarrassedly, scratched his head, and smiled obscenely, but in Qian Jingwo's eyes, he was betraying the alliance.

"Hey...Miss, miss, I could have..."

Such a childish performance made Qian Jinguo, who has been in the ups and downs of the business world, suddenly warmed up in her heart, and got closer to Solo for no reason.

Subconsciously, she stretched out the little hand of Ginkgo, which was more like a work of art than a hand model, and touched Mo Tuo Luo's head.

Solo's whole body froze, and Qian Jinguo's whole body trembled slightly, but she still controlled it very well, smiling like a flower: "How about being my younger brother? I have always wanted to have a younger brother for me to bully..."