Devil CEO's Sweet Wife

Lao Zhou made a gesture to Li Muran, but he could still see the smile on his lips. And Li Muran nodded politely, which was a response.

Li Muran directly stepped in, crossed the short threshold under his feet, and what he could see was the dark color of various patterns decorating the whole hall.

On the left side is a spiral retro spiral staircase. On the wall are several traditional Chinese paintings from ancient times to the present. They are arranged in order and covered with frames inlaid with dark gold. On the right side of the hall, under the picture frame, is a fireplace with black charcoal. Although there was no fire, it could be seen that it had been used.

Li Muran is not the first time to come to Xiao's house. He is not interested in seeing everything in front of him. His steps can't help speeding up.

After a few more steps, a retro sofa with a foreign style stands in front of the mahogany carved bookcase. The ink white and red show are interwoven, which makes it warm in the cold.

An old man was sitting on the sofa on the right with the latest news of today. The old glasses stand on the nose, it seems very uncomfortable to stretch out the old hand for scheduling from time to time.

"Master, here comes the young master."

Old Zhou collected the smile on his face and went to the old man with a respectful ear.

Hearing this, Mr. Xiao slowly put the newspaper in his hand to one side, and then slowly picked the presbyopia glasses that he had to take and put them in his hands. He looked up at Li Muran, whose face was calm.

Although Li Muran and the old man's relationship is not very good, but as a younger generation of etiquette has not been reduced. Instead of sitting down, he clubbed in front of master Xiao, waiting for him to sit down.

Wait for a moment, the old voice rang up, "sit down."

The old man's slow tone did not recognize the joy and anger. He glanced at the servants around him, and saw that Lao Zhou made a gesture to the servant who was working in the house, and the servants stepped down one after another.

He untied one of the buttons at the neckline. Li Muran looked at the position of the sofa and sat on the left side of the compound sofa seat.

He leaned forward and crossed his hands on his knees, waiting for master Xiao to speak again.

The quiet atmosphere did not linger for long, the old man mixed with dignified voice began to ripple in the large room.

"You're here for her."

Xiao Zhenhai did not name or show his identity. He only used a strange word.

However, Li Muran's eyebrows frowned, not satisfied with this.

The old man opened his mouth and just wanted to continue to speak, but at this time, the carved wooden door frame was knocked a few times. It has to be said that the machine is still very clever at this time.

"Come in."

The tone is still plain, but this time it makes people feel a trace of anger. Xiao Zhenhai's most annoying thing is to be interrupted when talking about business, which has always been a taboo.

Li Muran was still, quiet as before, but in his heart he put on a little sympathy for the people who were about to come in.

The carved wooden door was pushed open from the outside to the inside, and the two people in the room were silent and did not speak, which was embarrassing.

It happened to be a new servant, who didn't know the rules. He came in shivering with a tray of blue and white porcelain patterns.

When the girl came near, Li Muran glanced at her eyes, then fixed his eyes on the teapot on the tray, which he had been holding for a long time.

Contrary to the low-key luxury of the whole house, this teapot is just the most common iron teapot on the market. If you have to say something exquisite, only the carved patterns on it are some unique, that's all.

It's just such a teapot that can't be taken out of the table. Why did Li Muran do this?

His eyes stared at the teapot for more than ten seconds, then he pretended that he had never lost his temper and regained his sight. It's just that the hands are getting tighter and tighter at this time.

Naturally, master Xiao didn't let Li Muran's action slip away, but what emotion flashed through his eyes and disappeared quickly.

Li Muran's gaffe is due to his humble teapot. The reason why he as like as two peas for too long is because he had a similar set of tea sets in his past.

The tea set is now stored in an iron box in the basement of his home and has not been moved for more than ten years.

When they were thinking of each other, the servant who broke in midway had already poured the tea gingerly, and was cleaning up the tea stains that had been spilled on the table because of his mistakes.

But maybe it was because of nervousness that the less tea you had, the more you wiped it, and the more you pushed it towards the direction of the old man.

The old man's brow is immediately a clip, just about to get angry, but suddenly seems to think of something, forced down. And then pause for a while, endure to blurt out of anger way, "no, go out."

The servant was so frightened that he forgot his salute and ran to the door.