Xing Bo took her to the door of the Lin family's villa. This time, it was more imposing than Qin min's home. The five storey villa covers an area of hundreds of square kilometers. Although the low price here is cheaper than that in Beijing, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money to win the villa.
And before she went in, Xue Xueer saw a few dahlias sticking out of the fence in the East. This dahlia, originated in Mexico, is regarded as a symbol of generosity and richness. In the 21st century, many people will plant and cultivate good plants, but in the 1980s and 1990s, few can be seen.
Such families generally transported plants directly from Mexico for planting, and the labor and material resources spent during the period can be imagined. Xing Bo thought Xue Xueer didn't know him, so he opened his mouth and explained to her.
"Miss Xue, this is dahlia. It's our old lady's favorite flower. That one is her garden. If you're free, you can go and see the flowers in the garden."
The old lady of their family is the most kind. If Xue Xueer doesn't know how to look, he thinks, the old lady is still willing to show her the garden.
The premise is that she is willing to know.
"Come on, Miss Xue." Xing Bo raised his hand and made an invitation gesture. He took the lead in walking on the cobblestone path, surrounded by tall green plants.
Since they all came, she had no reason to go back, so she had to follow him straight ahead.
When he reached the door, Xing Bo pushed the door and motioned her to go in alone.
There are many valuable furniture in the house, and the top is full of crystal chandeliers shining in the bright yellow light. Those furniture and sofas are all boutiques.
Suddenly I went in and thought it was the palace.
At the top of the sofa sat an old lady with a cup of English black tea in her hand. When she heard the sound, she just lifted her eyelids slightly, leaned back on the sofa and said in a cold voice, "sit down."
Xue Xueer didn't have stage fright. She walked slowly and sat on the sofa next to the old lady.
The old lady was not in a hurry to speak, but slowly tasted the good black tea and listened to the symphony from a distance. Today is her favorite song.
When the symphony was finished, she said softly, "you are Xue Xueer, the little girl Ouyang Qing'an likes."
She was not questioning, but determined that Xue Xueer was. After investigating for so long, she can't forget the face.
So Xue Xueer understood. It turns out that this is your rival in love. It's really a bad fate. When he was in No. 1 middle school, Ouyang Qing'an often attracted bees and butterflies. Now it seems that it's the same everywhere.
"Old lady, if you have anything to say, just say it. I don't like beating around the bush."
"Forthright!" The old lady is also a pleasant person. In that case, she also said directly, "our family Qing'er likes that Ouyang boy. His family background is not very good. He is smart and deserves it. I came to you today to let you take the initiative to leave him, so as not to make trouble in the future. We all have a bad face."
Hearing the speech, Xue Xueer felt strange and inevitably glanced at the old lady.
This glance made the old lady frown slightly, and she was a little unhappy.
"What are your eyes?"
"If love can be obtained reluctantly, you won't let me leave. It must be brother Qing'an who won't come, so we can meet today. Even if I leave, there will be Lin Xueer, Zeng Xueer and old lady in the future. Can you be so calm?"
Her face was slightly loose, and she thought carefully, and it was true. But Lin Qing is her favorite granddaughter. Otherwise, she wouldn't pull down her face to do such evil things.
"I can't control the future, or even the future, but at least I can control the present. Miss Xue, I just ask if you can leave Ouyang Qingan and help our family qinger?"
"Never!"