Reborn 1990's husband is too annoying

Chapter 58 Returning to Zhulan Residence (PK for collection)

Looking at the villa getting farther and farther away from the rearview mirror, and finally turned into a blurred shadow, Jiang Yuxi took another deep breath. She had never felt that the villa was like a The cage trapped her tightly inside.

Now that she has regained her freedom, Jiang Yuxi's mood is a little more relaxed. At least she won't miss the start of school three days later. At least in the future, she won't have to act with those three people anymore.

Jiang Yuxi frowned again just thinking of some things after that, Qingtian Group could not continue to be controlled by Jiang Hang, otherwise, by the time of her, there might be only an empty shell of Qingtian Group left.

But in this situation, she still has to study, what should the management of the group do? Suddenly, Jiang Yuxi set her eyes on the man beside her. Maybe, she can really trust this man. Thinking of this, Jiang Yuxi My heart is a little more at ease.

At this time, Jiang Yuxi had the thought to look out of the car, but saw the road they were driving on, which didn't seem to be the way to Nanyuan.

"Mr. Mo, where are you taking me?"

The mood that had just been relaxed suddenly became tense again. Although her intuition told her that Mo Huaijin would not hurt her, at this moment, there was no place that could make her feel more at ease than Nanyuan.

"Zhulan Residence, this side is relatively close to Zhulan Residence. It's too late now, so you can rest at Zhulan Residence tonight, and I'll take you back tomorrow."

Jiang Yuxi glanced at the road outside the car. It was indeed a provincial road leading to the suburbs. It took ten minutes to drive from here to Zhulanju.

Jiang Yuxi thought for a while, and finally nodded. Just in time, there are still some things that need to be discussed with Mo Huaijin later. Zhulanju is so big, so there is no need to worry about having no place to rest.

About ten minutes later, their car drove through an iron gate, and then drove for another four or five minutes before stopping in front of a somewhat quaint villa.

In the wide courtyard outside the villa, the night lights flickered mottled and sparsely, the tall and short trees were scattered, and the sound of insects and birds could be faintly heard.

Zhulanju is located on the hillside, surrounded by green trees, and the night wind blows, which adds a bit of coolness to this hot summer night, and instantly quenches Jiang Yuxi's irritability.

This is Jiang Yuxi's second visit to Zhulanju. The last time I just had a quick glance, I was not interested in admiring the beautiful scenery here. This time, although I just came out of an unpleasant storm, it was a little more than last time. If you are leisurely, you should come here to relax.

Mo Huaijin parked the car, watched Jiang Yuxi still standing in the yard, looking at the distant scenery, and walked over silently.

"Do you want to go around?"

Mo Huaijin could see that Jiang Yuxi was still in a low mood, so she asked kindly.

"No need, let's go in!"

Jiang Yuxi shook her head.

After hearing this, Mo Huaijin nodded, then took Jiang Yuxi's hand and walked straight into the villa.

Jiang Yuxi followed, her eyes fell between their tightly clenched hands. The thick hands were slightly hot, and a trace of warmth passed from the palm to her palm. It was obviously a hot summer night, but she didn't feel the slightest warmth. Hot.

In the corridor on the first floor of the villa, a dim light was on. As soon as the two entered the villa, a light was also lit in the corridor not far away. Immediately, the door of the next room was opened, and Old Wu in pajamas Walked out from inside.

When Old Wu saw Jiang Yuxi next to Mo Huaijin, a look of shock flashed across his face, and then his eyes fell on the hands of the two holding each other, he took a deep breath, and then turned towards him come over.

"Master, Miss Jiang."

"Let the kitchen make some food, something lighter, and send it to the study."

Mo Huaijin explained indifferently, and then pulled Jiang Yuxi towards the second floor.

Jiang Yuxi didn't even have time to say hello to Old Wu, so she could only give him a small smile, and followed Mo Huaijin to the second floor.

Old Wu looked at the two people who disappeared in the corridor, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, but the surprise in his eyes did not dissipate. After that, he remembered Mo Huaijin's explanation before going upstairs, and immediately went to the kitchen.

Going up to the second floor, there was a long and narrow corridor. Jiang Yuxi followed Mo Huaijin silently, but looked around the villa.

In the nearly 20-meter-long aisle, the walls on both sides are covered with calligraphy and paintings. Even if Jiang Yuxi cannot appreciate them carefully, she can still see the preciousness of these calligraphy and paintings. Buy a decent apartment or two.

"Mr. Mo likes to collect antique calligraphy and paintings?"

The decorations downstairs, plus the calligraphy and paintings in this aisle, and the reverence for Mo Huaijin from the antique circles at the auction house last time, Jiang Yuxi asked such a question.

"It's not like liking, it's just that after living for a long time, I don't want these things to be destroyed in the hands of people who don't know how to appreciate them."

Hearing this sentence, the corners of Jiang Yuxi's mouth twitched slightly. She had forgotten that the man in front of her was a monster in today's world, but at the moment Jiang Yuxi was very curious about how long Mo Huaijin had lived for a long time.

"Mr. Mo, who is older, you or Suli?"

"Sulli, it's your spiritual pet that came out early with your own blood, and I, you and I knew each other before Suli, who do you think is older."

While talking, Mo Huaijin had brought Jiang Yuxi to the study room. Jiang Yuxi saw the books all over the wall, some of which were not from this era at first glance.

In the middle of the study room, there is a huanghuali desk, which reveals the simplicity and solemnity of a long history. The walls on all sides are filled with various books in different categories, and there is a half-read book on the table.

(End of this chapter)