Chapter 6

I watched the man coming down from the car, wearing a striped light suit and a pair of irregular retro glasses on the bridge of his nose, pacing towards me.

He is really dazzling. It's unreasonable for men to describe him as amazing. But he really has a beautiful face, which can be easily switched between elegance and coldness. The facial lines are full of three-dimensional sense, but they are not very resolute.

I may have really picked up a big bargain to marry Ling Mofan.

But, as Ling Mofan said, we are cooperative.

When the cooperation ends, it's the day of our divorce.

"I'm in a daze when I ask you something?" Ling Mo fan seems a little displeased.

I was in a mess, but I couldn't show myself. In the end, I just pulled the corner of my mouth and laughed: "you look good, so I was in a daze for a moment."

Ling Mo fan didn't think that I could say this. He looked at me strangely. I thought he was going to sarcasm me, but Ling Mo fan suddenly said, "you look good, too."

I was flattered. "Compared with you, you are so amazing. You look like an immortal. When I walk on the street, no one will look at me more."

I don't know what Ling Mo fan thought after listening to my rainbow fart. Anyway, I was very happy when I heard good-looking people praise that he was not bad.

"I'm going to have a video conference later. You should hurry up." He reminded me.

I looked at the man in front of me, reluctantly walked into the community, went upstairs and began to clean up the clothes and some daily necessities.

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Ling Mofan's community is a real luxury house in B city, with pleasant environment and three sides by the sea. I am an advertiser, and I know a little about real estate. None of the high-end villas in the community is less than 50 million.

The security guard in the community should have recognized Ling Mo fan's car from a long distance. The car was a few meters away, so he opened the lifter.

There are different styles of villa decoration, including baroque style, American pastoral style, and oriental classical decoration. Ling Mo fan's villa is located in the middle and back position.

The villa has a total of three floors. It is a standard ancient Roman courtyard building, with a cobblestone paved path, a huge swimming pool on one side and an endless corridor on the other.

The frosted glass lamp post standing along the path blooms rouer's light at night, and there is a small bronze sculpture fountain pool in the center of the courtyard.

The extremely luxurious style makes me feel again that the huge gap between the rich and the poor created by capitalism is too big.

I don't have much luggage. As soon as we got out of the car, two people came over. They were dressed in white shirts and bow ties, just like the servants of the British family. They opened the trunk and helped me with my luggage.

I follow Ling Mo fan step by step.

Walk into the villa.

Ling Mo fan may not be generally rich. This is the fourth time I've seen Ling Mo fan. From the luxury car he drives and his clothes, I can see clearly that this man is labeled as a rich man.

But the above feelings are not as shocking as I am now.

Standing in the hall on the first floor, I feel like I am in a magnificent castle with a soft dark brown carpet under my feet. I have seen it in the film and television materials. It is said that this carpet was used by an oil painter during World War II. There are several white marbles standing in the hall, and the relief pattern of the Roman war is printed on it.

"Mr. Ling?" I can't adapt to it. I'm used to being poor. I suddenly told me that I'm going to live in this villa which is not worth the price even if I sold it. I always feel that it's like a dream.

And it's a very unreal dream.

"Did you have dinner?" After Ling Mo fan came in, he went straight to the room behind the bar in the hall and suddenly turned to ask me.

I ran all day, not to mention dinner. I only bought a bottle of drink at the convenience store for lunch. Now I'm starving.

"Not yet." I told him.

Ling Mo fan turned his eyes behind me and said to me, "come to my study in an hour."

Without waiting for me to speak, Ling Mofan turned and walked into the room behind the bar.

I tugged at the hem and looked back at the two men in chef's clothes standing behind me.

One of them asked politely, "do you know if my wife likes Sichuan food or Cantonese food?"

Another then asked with a smile, "or, does madam usually like Chinese food or Western food?"

I need to digest. No, I need to calm down. I have a fever in my head and lack of oxygen.