Devil CEO's Sweet Wife

Sitting in the silver Lamborghini Veneno, Xie Mufan's heart sank as he looked at the door slowly opened in front of him. The past came into his mind from the depth of memory, and never left for a long time.

This manor was built by his father for the sake of his mother. All the flowers and trees in the manor are in accordance with his mother's preference. But the old man has passed away. What can we do if we leave this magnificent manor.

Although it was already a cold winter, the roadside roses were still blooming, without any signs of withering, and they were still dazzling.

Further on, there are two roads. In the middle is an artificial river. The water is clear and sparkling in the breeze. The bottom of the water is specially decorated with underwater lights, which emit faint blue light in the water.

Looking into the distance, you can see the European style main house surrounded by the river behind, which is very bright. The vermilion wall is like a blooming flower in a piece of green, especially eye-catching.

The roof is made of glazed tiles, blue and red, which have a different meaning.

In front of the circular arch at the entrance of the main house, the housekeeper had already been waiting with his servant. From a distance, the black and white scene made him feel a bit depressed.

As Xie Mufan's car passes through the square in front of the main house, the fountains on both sides of the road spout up more than ten meters high, and a melodious piano music also rings. With the ups and downs of music, the height of the fountain also changes.

Stop the car, the housekeeper then a few steps to come forward, respectfully opened the door, a face of respect.

"Young master, you are back. The master is waiting for you in his study."

Xie Mufan gave the key to the servant and let him drive to the underground garage. Then he walked to the main house.

Enter the door to see the spiral staircase made of marble in the hall under the light of crystal light, soft white light.

In the middle of the spiral staircase hangs the portrait of Xie Mufan's mother. In the silver frame, the people in the picture are still smiling gently.

On both sides of the hall are neatly placed tables and chairs, which are used to receive guests on weekdays. On the walls are several pairs of masterpieces, which were obtained by Xie Mufan's father from the auction.

At first glance, it is not very impressive, but if someone looks carefully, you will find that everything here is of great value.

Even the darts used for entertainment on the wall are not only made of pure silver, but also the numbers on them are made of various gems.

Taking back his sight, Xie Mufan walked to the room next to the main house on the second floor. He knocked on the door twice, and there came a very steady male voice.

The housekeeper bent down and stepped back a few steps. After Xie Mufan went in, he closed the door and waited outside.

When Xie Mufan looked at his father sitting with his back to him, there was no emotion fluctuation in his heart, and even the smile of the past was restrained.

"Father."

On hearing his voice, his father, Bronte, turned to look at him.

His original name should follow his father, but since he was with his mother, he has adopted a Chinese name.

Later, after her mother died, she never used her real name again. It was quite reminiscent, but Xie Mufan disdained to believe it.

Bronte's face is very similar to Xie Mufan, but more powerful than him. Wearing a very casual dress does not affect his sense of oppression. This is what a person who has been in a high position for a long time will have.

"Chris, you're back. You should know why I'm calling you back this time."

Xie Mufan's eyes darkened, and he knew more than half of his father's purpose. He should have thought that his father would contact him at that time. It was no coincidence.

"I don't know."

Browne glanced up at him with a smile. It seemed that he should not have given him so much freedom this time. Now he thought he had the ability to fight against him.

"I don't know?"

He repeated Xie Mufan's words once, with a deep smile, just like a kind elder, but let Xie Mufan's heart tighten.

It's not a good thing for his father to show this expression. When he insisted on learning design against his will, he showed this expression. Fortunately, his mother has not died and he has not been punished.

"I heard that Xing Rushi is not suitable for you. I don't want you to waste time on her. You are my son. You have the responsibility to inherit the family business. As for fashion design, I have connived at you for so many years, and you should be satisfied. "

Xie Mufan's expression was stiff for a moment, and soon returned to normal, which made people unable to see any difference.

When he was young, he decided to go out one day in order to know his own place.

He knew that his mother didn't want to have a hard time with his father because of her relationship, but he also didn't want to give up his dream.

Hand clenched into a fist, the knuckle because of too much force, slightly white.

"Dad, I'm not a kid anymore. I know what I'm doing."

When Bronte saw Xie Mufan's appearance, his eyes flashed a little deep, but there was no change on his face. He was his son, so he could not watch him step by step.