Chapter 470：

"Thank you!"

Taking the wooden box, Mu Wanqing moved gently and put it in her pocket.

Lin Xian suddenly remembered that she took the initiative to call just now, and there must be something wrong, so she asked, "By the way, Senior Sister, are you looking for me for something?"

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing pursed the hair in her ears and smiled: "Are you free tonight? My mother wants you to go home for dinner."

Have a meal?

Lin Xian smiled and said, "Okay, shall we go now?"

It just so happened that he was also going to go to the villa for an on-site survey.

In the past two days, with the help of [Transcendence] skills, he has studied all the design drawings and floor plans. The 500-square-meter garden in the front courtyard has been completely designed. Next is the interior of the villa.

"Let's go, brother!"

Mu Wanqing took out the car key and chuckled.

The two drove out of the Jincai campus one after another.

...

Greentown Rose Garden.

Halfway up the mountain, Louwang Villa.

After stopping the car, Mu Wanqing led Lin Xian into the living room.

It was the first time that Lin Xian came to Mu Wanqing's house. After looking around the living room, he nodded secretly.

The decoration and furnishings are very good, it does not feel luxurious, but it is very delicate, and many details are warm.

This is rare!

You know, because the area of ​​the villa is too large, it is difficult to express a sense of warmth from the design.

Mu Zhengfeng was sitting on the sofa, making tea with tweezers.

Seeing the two walking in, he raised his head and smiled: "Xiao Lin is here, sit down!"

Huh?

This attitude is a bit wrong!

It was so cool last night, why did it suddenly change so fast?

Lin Xian raised his eyebrows, but he walked over to sit down and smiled, "Good evening, uncle!"

After pouring a cup of tea, Mu Zhengfeng handed it over and said enthusiastically: "Xiao Lin, try our Jinling specialty Yuhua tea. This is the last autumn tea season."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Taking the teacup, Lin Xian gave a sip.

Upon seeing this, Mu Zhengfeng smiled lightly: "How do you feel?"

Lin Xian smiled bitterly, and answered truthfully: "Uncle, I don't know much about tea, and I drink less on weekdays. Compared to tea, I drink more coffee."

Hearing these words, Mu Zhengfeng couldn't help but nodded in his heart, adding a bit to Lin Xian's favor.

Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing.

To understand is to understand, not to understand is to not understand.

He admired Lin Xian's frankness very much.

In today's impetuous society, it is normal for young people not to understand tea, especially at Lin Xian's age.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just admit it generously.

On the contrary, if Lin Xian deliberately didn't know how to pretend to understand, the arty blind chicken praised it. Don't even think about stepping into his house after that.

Inviting Lin Xian to drink tea and the seemingly casual reading, actually contained temptation.

Mu Zhengfeng has been in business for so long and has his own way of seeing people.

He can tell seven or eight out of ten of the other party's personality and family background from a cup of tea.

And Lin Xian's performance made him very satisfied.

"Lin Xian is here?"

At this time, Chen Shiyun wore an apron, walked out of the kitchen, and greeted with a smile.

Lin Xian smiled and said, "Good aunt!"

Chen Shiyun glanced at Mu Zhengfeng and immediately understood that he was using tea to watch people again.

"Lin Xian, wait a while, drink some tea first, and the food will be ready soon."

Chen Shiyun smiled, turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Mu Zhengfeng took a sip of tea and asked seemingly casually, "Lin Xian, the weather in your Kyoto should be completely cold now!"

Kyoto?

Lin Xian was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, "Uncle, I'm a native of South Sudan."

Chapter 52 The Worst Second Generation!

A native of South Sudan?

A trace of doubt flashed in Mu Zhengfeng's eyes.

Last night he thought that Lin Xian was probably the youngest son of the Lin family in Kyoto.

After all, judging from age and displayed net worth, they are very similar.

Mu Zhengfeng took a sip of tea calmly, and couldn't help thinking about it in his heart.

South Jiangsu Province, surnamed Lin, it seems that there is no such person!

However, the doubt turned to doubt, but he did not show it. Instead, he smiled and asked: "I heard that you are planning to form a club with Wan Qing?"

"I have this plan, does uncle have any advice?" Lin Xian nodded.

"I can't talk about advice!"