I was brought home by the rich and powerful

Chapter 501 Is this going to live here?
The car sent Duan Jiaoyang to a wooden house with a sense of time.

In the downtown area, there is such a quiet Dabieyuan in the midst of the hustle and bustle. It is impossible without a foundation of hundreds of years.

Duan Jiaoyang's car drove in directly, but... Only the car she was riding in, and the one of Xiao T, went somewhere.

She looked back after getting out of the car.

The ponytail woman looked at her with a smile, "We have arranged for that little Mr. T to live elsewhere. Don't worry, Ms. Duan, we will treat him politely."

The premise is that she has a good talk with them?
Duan Jiaoyang took a deep look at the woman with ponytail, didn't say anything, but let her lead the way.

"Miss Duan, please change your clothes." The ponytailed woman led Duan Jiaoyang into the room, and first asked Duan Jiaoyang to change into clogs on the wooden steps, and then there were servants wearing local costumes standing there, holding a set of pink cherry blossoms in their hands. Colorways of local clothing await.

To put it nicely, Zhou Che was tired and changed into clean clothes, but to put it in a bad way, it was just in case Duan Jiaoyang had any dangerous items on him, so he had to change from the beginning to the end.

"I want to take a bath." Duan Jiaoyang deliberately used the meaningful word bathing.

The ponytail woman looked at her, "Okay, please follow me." The person is already here, not afraid of Duan Jiaoyang's tricks, and besides, that man is also in his hand.

Duan Jiaoyang took a deep look at the ponytailed woman, "I'm hungry."

"Miss Duan, I'll arrange meals for you after you take a shower." The ponytailed woman maintained a slight smile. She stood on both sides of the sliding wooden door. Serving Duan Jiaoyang like this in her capacity is indeed a very high standard.

And Duan Jiaoyang walked in freely.

All the facilities in the bathroom are very modern, which is actually somewhat contradictory to the antique style outside, but the modern things are mainly covered with a layer of ancient style, but the convenience of modern style is retained.

Duan Jiaoyang did have something hidden on him that even the security check couldn't find out.

However, she has other ways to wear it on her body, such as... a bracelet.

Like...hairpins.

She has a hairpin made of several knots, the inside mechanism is very delicate, in the eyes of others, it looks like a relatively long ancient bead, even a bit like the Pan Xla style sold outside, but when it is stretched , is a hairpin.

She calmly took a shower, cleaned herself up, and then tied her long hair that was originally in a ponytail into a bun and used her own hairpin.

"Duan..." The woman with ponytail waited outside, counting the time, watching Duan Jiaoyang lingering inside for so long, just about to remind her, Duan Jiaoyang suddenly opened the door.

His cold eyes drifted towards the ponytailed woman.

The woman with ponytail looked at Duan Jiaoyang who had already changed into local clothes, and even tied her neat ponytail into a bun. She looked much gentler at first glance, and felt that Duan Jiaoyang really matched the local clothes so well.

"The meal is ready, please follow me."

Duan Jiaoyang stepped on clogs, and the crisp sound echoed in his ears. The wooden house is spacious, but it is quite quiet, and there are not even many people.

Passing through the long corridor, Duan Jiaoyang was led into a room painted with peonies as door flowers.

The sliding door was opened, and the long-haired woman stopped right there, "Miss Duan, please."

Duan Jiaoyang saw that there was a screen after the door was opened. The screen was an exquisite embroidery picture, the surface of which was slightly silvery, and the patterns inside were lifelike.

And behind the screen, a man sat faintly.

Well, the meeting was faster than I thought. Is this person the boss of their organization?
The sliding door behind him was closed again, and Duan Jiaoyang took a deep look at the screen. Although the screen was somewhat transparent, he could only see the figure vaguely, but could not see the real face clearly.

"Miss Duan, please." The man behind the screen sat there kneeling, holding a wine glass, drinking the local light plum wine.

Duan Jiaoyang crossed the screen, the clogs made her feet hurt a bit, and she couldn't walk fast.

I don't want to look like a little woman, but I can't help myself with this outfit.

She saw the man in front of her.

A middle-aged man in his forties...

Wearing a black samurai costume, he held a small wine glass in his hand and took a sip.

The man was still good-looking, with the elegance, maturity and stability of a middle-aged man. When she stood in front of her seat, she raised her eyes.

"Please sit down." He said not very standard Chinese.

Duan Jiaoyang looked at the driving force in front of him, and could only kneel down with the man.

She is really hungry. The food in front of her is all local food. There are iced and delicious sashimi, exquisite nigiri sushi, and hot noodles. Of course, they are also local tastes...

"Please." The man didn't even mean to introduce himself, but just indicated that Duan Jiaoyang could eat.

Duan Jiaoyang didn't move.

The man didn't know if he knew what she was thinking, so he picked up the chopsticks and tasted it himself, "It's specially for Miss Duan you... to clean up the dust, um, is this how you use words?"

"Receiving the wind and washing the dust is for friends." Duan Jiaoyang said lightly, and then picked up the chopsticks, she couldn't make things difficult for her stomach.

These people have been on the plane for so long, but they didn't give her anything to eat or drink!

In other words, it was the arrangement of the red-haired woman who suddenly felt that ten lashes were not enough.

"Oh, is that so? Does Miss Duan want to be my friend?" The man looked studious.

Listening to his awkward Chinese, Duan Jiaoyang kindly reminded, "You can speak your own language, and I can speak it."

She has already eaten the sushi in front of her.

The oriental island country is very particular about food, exquisite, beautifully presented, and most importantly, it can be boring in one bite, and there are many categories.

The man smiled slightly, "But I want to speak your country's language with Miss Duan, so that I can show my sincerity."

"Is your sincerity just to separate the people who are with me?" Duan Jiaoyang talked while eating.

Those who didn't know really thought that she and this man were friends and could talk so freely.

"That gentleman will be well received," said the man.

Duan Jiaoyang looked up at him, "Can I eat first?" She didn't really think that this man was so talkative.

If the conversation is not good in the next second, it is not impossible to stab the knife directly.

Regardless of how well-dressed he is, he really regards him as a good person.

Since the risk is so great, she'd better fill her stomach first, and if she really wants to fight, she can carry it for a few more seconds, right?

The man made a casual movement, and even had a smile on his face, but that smile was fake, it just didn't reach his eyes.

Duan Jiaoyang took a sip of green plum wine while eating, "This wine is not bad."

"Miss Duan likes it, I can send two bottles to your room."

This is, are you going to live here?
(End of this chapter)