Madam, president loves you secrectly

After getting off the viaduct, the car smoothly passed through the central area of the city, took a big turn and drove in the opposite direction.

After driving for more than half an hour, I gradually got away from the bustling downtown.

Along the way, the vegetation on both sides of the asphalt road is lush, and the sunlight on both sides of the tree shadow is scattered mottled. Song Manxi opens the window, and the early autumn breeze blows on his face through the window.

She put her head on the window, closed her eyes and felt the unique fresh air in the suburbs of the border city: "has he lived in the suburbs since he returned home?"

"Basically, nothing very big will live here. If there are really important things to deal with, they will make do in the club," Fu Rong explained.

"The environment here is so good. Brother Junxiao is really good at choosing places." in fact, she was a little sour when she said this sentence.

No wonder they all went to the suburbs. How could she have thought of it a year ago.

"The boss had planned to find an apartment in the surrounding community, but he couldn't find a suitable one. Later, he happened to hear that there was a river and a large horse riding field in the suburbs, so he decided to come over. It wasn't a big villa, but a small wooden house with a fireplace in it, and the horse riding field was nearby."

Song Manxi brushed his slightly disordered hair, as if he thought of something, and his lips bent slightly.

Fu Rong saw her smile on her side in the rearview mirror and asked her, "Miss Song, what do you think? So happy."

"That's a secret." Song Manxi didn't feel abrupt when asked, but answered with a smile, revealing a small tiger tooth.

Fu Rong saw that she was happy and knew that it was all over, so he didn't ask any more questions.

In fact, it's not a particularly private secret. I just thought of the years when I first returned to Jiangcheng at the age of 15.

For some time, because her brother Junlin took her, she especially liked to ride in the racecourse. At that time, brother Junxiao helped her lead the rope, so even later, she went abroad.

I often ride horses with my classmates and friends in foreign horse farms or grasslands.

Perhaps it is because of commemoration. In those years abroad, this habit has always existed.

When finally arrived at the cabin, Fu Rong handed her a key: "Miss Song, this is the key to the cabin. Then I'll go to the boss first and I'll let the boss come later."

"OK, but you don't have to tell him in such a hurry. It will affect his business. I'll have a look here first." Song Manxi took the key in his hand and watched Fu Rong drive his car away.

Just looked at this little gray wooden house with a fence. It's really a little small, but living alone may be just right.

There are half open roses under the wall, perhaps because of the backlight, and there are some drops of water on the petals.

It's also a bit like the feeling of a wooden house in the sleeping beauty story. It's very quiet and warm.

Song Manxi unscrewed the red wood door with his key and walked in.

It is also very retro and European design. There is a fireplace, a small desk and a rocking chair. Song Manxi can imagine a scene of him reading by the burning fireplace in the dead of night.

Although she wanted to take a closer look, she didn't forget the important things. She put down her mobile phone and handbag. Song Manxi began to turn over the paper documents in the cabin and the books on the bookshelf.

I didn't even let go of the paper sandwiched in the pages.

Busy looking for a big circle.