The Return of the Reborn King

Chapter 203
Three men and one woman got out of the car slowly and were about to enter the house when they heard a whistle at the door.Looking back, under the sporadic night sky, a black car just stopped at the gate of the villa garden.

The person who came down from the top had an elegant expression, and his almost transparent white skin was vaguely strange.

Mr. Zhang, who hadn't seen each other for a week, unexpectedly took the time to meet here.

The eyes of several people exchanged in mid-air.

The night seemed to become a bit deeper...

In the dark night, the sound of the wind blowing the treetops rang in everyone's ears.

Mr. Zhang slowly lowered the cigarette in his hand, glanced at the four outstanding men and women in front of him, and then evoked an indescribable smile.

"It's so late, Mr. Laozhang has been waiting for a long time." Leng was taken aback for a moment, then immediately stepped forward, turned slightly sideways in the attitude of a junior, and made a "please" gesture: "I just brought some green tea from home, although It can’t compare to the good tea you have collected, but if you don’t dislike it, please give me a taste or two.”

In the night, the almost transparent white skin shone with a faint luster.Mr. Zhang looked at Leng, like a cold lizard.

Zhan Wenlan, who was standing aside, glanced at Yunxi, and slowly looked away.He frowned slightly, as if remembering something unpleasant, but he didn't say a word to Mr. Zhang in front of him.

"Old man Leng's luck is good." The cold gaze slowly moved away from Leng, and Mr. Zhang lifted it casually. The dark car turned off the lights instantly like a ghost, and disappeared in the blink of an eye with only a soft sound. In this vast night.

From the beginning to the end, the driver sitting in the car was almost a decoration, without the slightest sense of existence. Until now, no one seemed to have noticed his existence.But Mr. Zhang, who could afford such a "driver", didn't look at the different expressions on their faces, and walked into the villa first with a casual expression.

The cold eyes paused slowly, then stepped forward to lead the way.

Grantham walked last, seeing Mr. Zhang's light footsteps that could hardly be discerned, his face darkened almost invisibly.

Passing through the shaded grassland and the fountain, the brightly lit hall cast the shadows of several people on the ground, intertwined together, looking a bit eerie.

There were already servants standing at the door, gently taking their coats, and then delivering melons and fruits, waiting for orders quietly.

Leng turned around and ordered the housekeeper: "Bring over the tea leaves that just arrived a few days ago, and some water along the way."

Three days ago, the old man received the tea leaves that Mr. Zhang asked them to forward, he just hung up the phone and told them to be careful, and then he sent another catty of good tea by air.

Even though he was born in the first year of life, he could squeeze all kinds of exquisite objects, but when he received this catty of tea leaves, Leng couldn't help being taken aback.

It is said that there is a priceless special tribute tea, which is extremely rare even in Zhongnanhai. If an uncle hadn't given some to his grandfather when he was promoted to admiral when he was young, he would have never even heard of this kind of tea.

The tea leaves were brought up quickly, along with a pot of clear spring.This is also picked up by the servants directly from the top of the mountain every day, never overnight.

Mr. Zhang glanced at the tea set, without saying anything, his eyes slowly swept across the green tea.

After a long time, a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Leng Zi knew that the other party was satisfied that he didn't ask someone to brew the tea before serving it. For this kind of tea taster, even the craftsmanship of ordinary old tea drinkers may tarnish the fragrance of the tea.

Under the bright daylight, Mr. Zhang raised his head, the coldness between his brows melted slightly, but he looked away at the good tea in front of him after a few glances.

The four of them knew that his trip was not for tea, but they were indifferent to their favorite hobbies, and for a moment they were a little curious about his reason for coming tonight.

"I heard from Director Li that Ms. Leng went to visit the set today." The blood-red coral wrench gently twirled on Mr. Zhang's thumb, and he looked at Yunxi with no expression on his face: "I don't know if something interesting happened. thing?"

Interesting thing?What is meant?
A total of two shots were taken today.One is playing on the beach, and the other is a romantic proposal on the hang gliding props.If there is any difference, it is probably the last scene where Director Li also recorded her in the camera when she opened and closed her eyes.

Yunxi slowly recalled one or two, and naturally remembered the strong hostility in Xiaoyun's eyes, but Mr. Zhang came in like this to seek justice for this pet?Or……

The cold night wind suddenly rustled outside the door.

The servants hurriedly walked to the bed, looked at the sky, and turned their heads to show an explanatory smile to the people sitting in the hall: "It's windy, it looks like it's raining heavily."

The whistling north wind seemed to fit the occasion, and just as the servant finished speaking, the crystal-clear window was blown up by the wind and shut shut.

The voice was so sharp that the hearts of the servants skipped a beat in shock.

"I don't know which interesting thing Mr. Zhang is referring to?" Yunxi's eyes swayed slightly from the air, and returned to the opposite face of Mr. Zhang, whose expression had not changed at all. Not half easy.

The people who can make her old man Leng give gifts can be counted on one hand in the whole country.

What's more, with such an aura, even if you haven't heard his legend, just looking at his perfect hands without any trace of time can make people feel a bit cold and strange.

Mr. Zhang just looked at Yunxi and didn't answer. He seemed dissatisfied with Yunxi's answer, but he didn't show any signs of anger.On the contrary, Zhan Wenlan, who was standing in an ordinary way, walked slowly to Yunxi's side, and handed over a piece of pastry: "You haven't eaten anything on the set, so eat something light to pad your stomach first."

Yunxi held the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but said nothing, and ate the cake slowly in front of Mr. Zhang.

Something in the air seemed to suddenly suffocate.

The servants' faces were pale, and they didn't understand why the atmosphere was so weird.

Except for the north wind whistling outside the window, the villa in this side was so quiet that it seemed a bit ghostly.

"I used to hear Xiaoyun say that you are not afraid of the sky and the earth. At first I thought that a little girl would have no courage, but now it seems that she has some inheritance from the old man Leng." Mr. Zhang raised his eyebrows slightly, his face The coldness on the ground seemed to be gone with the wind in an instant, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.Looking at it in a blink of an eye, it is just an elderly man with a gentle smile, not half as cold and weird as before.

This change of demeanor one after the other almost made people suspect that they were dazzled.

Even Leng, Zhan Wenlan, and Grantham, who were used to seeing top dignitaries, couldn't help showing a bit of surprise on their faces at this moment.

(End of this chapter)