C67 Leave sikong ting

Just as Lu Baobei had expected, the convoy quickly reached her villa.

Lu Baobei got off the carriage, and looked at the blue-roofed villa that was separated from her by a garden with a complicated feeling in her heart.

Soon, this place no longer belonged to her.

"Let's go." Sikong Ting also got down from the carriage, extending his arm and grabbing Lu Baobei's waist.

Lu Baobei lowered her eyes and followed him towards the villa.

Because this was the most expensive house in the United States, there were many people in the town. For example, if the lawn outside the villa had not been tidied up for more than three days and the owner of the house had not informed the property club, then the property would automatically be cleaned up.

So even though she had been gone for almost a month, the lawn and garden were still neatly tidied up. Even the outdoor swimming pool was cleaned.

Lu Baobei and Sikong Ting passed through the flower garden on a small path. Looking at everything in front of them, they could not help but feel their eyes burning up.

Just as she walked in front of the door, a bodyguard immediately handed over the key. Lu Baobei took the key and opened the door.

Lu Baobei and Sikong Ting walked in, while the bodyguards guarded the entrance.

Everything was the same as when she left. Her phone was still lying on the carpet by the door. However, there was a lot of dust in the room that no one was cleaning, and the air was a little stuffy.

Lu Baobei picked up her phone and smiled apologetically at Sikong Ting. He did not even have a place to sit.

Sikong Ting put his hands in his pockets, stood up straight and condescendingly glanced at her, then turned and moved away.

Probably to visit her house.

Lu Baobei looked at Sikong Ting's back figure, and then opened all the windows on the first floor to breathe.

Standing in front of the window, Lu Baobei took out her phone and called Han Fei.

At this time, Han Fei was already in the United States. Although he was extremely surprised that she came back, Han Fei did not ask further and quickly decided on the meeting time, telling Lu Baobei to stay in the villa and wait for him.

After finishing the conversation, Lu Baobei kept her phone.

"Lu Baobei, come up!" Sikong Ting's voice suddenly came from above.

Lu Baobei headed upstairs.

"What?" Lu Baobei stood at the door of the bedroom and looked at the man who was standing on the balcony with his back to her.

Sikong Ting turned slightly sideways: "Wipe that rattan chair clean."

Lu Baobei looked up and saw the rattan chair on the balcony. She really wanted to ask "What for?" but she swallowed her words back.

To Sikong Ting, he would just have to follow the rules.

After bringing a bucket of clear water over, Lu Baobei used a cloth to carefully clean the rattan chair.

The temperature was higher now, and by the time she had finished, the rattan chair was almost done.

Sikong Ting took a step forward and sat on the rattan chair.

Lu Baobei looked at Sikong Ting strangely, she could not figure out what Sikong Ting was thinking, so she got up to pour some water.

What a freak.

When Lu Baobei was about to leave the house, she accidentally turned her head around, and realised that Sikong Ting was picking up a book from the ground. He had placed it there before she left, and there was a layer of dust on it.

Sikong Ting flicked his slender fingers and opened the book.

After interacting with him for a period of time, Lu Baobei had fully understood that Sikong Ting's current personality could only be described with one word: Uncertainty!

It was great that he could ignore her. Lu Baobei brought the water downstairs, she had to clean the living room, if not, when the people who bought the house came, they would not even have a place to stay.

Lu Baobei had only seen half of it when the doorbell rang.

She put down her rag and went to open the door.

Outside stood Han Fei and an old British couple.

"Han Fei." Lu Baobei first greeted Han Fei, then smiled at the old couple: "Hello, I am Lu Baobei, the owner of the house."

"Wow, a Chinese doll. You're so beautiful." The British madame looked at Lu Baobei curiously, her eyes filled with praise.

"Thank you." Lu Baobei graciously smiled and invited them inside.

As soon as the old couple entered the door, they curiously looked around, occasionally exclaiming in admiration.

How could I not admire it? The decorations here are definitely worth the price of the house. It's simple yet not simple. It's low-key but also luxurious.

"Are you really going to sell this place? "Why don't you consider my suggestion? You can take the breach of contract fee from me first and return it to me when you have more."

On the other side, Han Fei said to Lu Baobei.

Lu Baobei smiled lightly, "There's no need, I have already decided."

If she was able to solve her own problems, she would definitely not rely on others.

In four years, Little Camel went from a baby to become a little Young Cute Boy.

Lu Baobei had gone from a little girl who only knew how to cry to a woman who could shoulder all her responsibilities.

Han Fei frowned and suddenly grabbed Lu Baobei's arm: "Little Bei, this is the place where you and Push have lived for four years. There are so many of your memories here, are you really willing to sell it?"

Here... It was also the only place he had anything to do with her.

Han Fei stared fixedly at Lu Baobei. He seemed to be a little impatient today.

"That's why I want to sell it." Lu Baobei looked up and stared straight at Han Fei, "From the moment I signed Sikong Ting's contract, my life in the future has already become a foregone conclusion, what's the point of leaving it here? Let me have a little fantasy of my own? Think that one day I might be able to come back here? "

"Why did you give up so easily? If you want to leave him, I can help you! "

Han Fei held onto Lu Baobei's shoulder, a dark light that Lu Baobei could not understand shining in the depths of her eyes.

Lu Baobei looked at Han Fei in a daze.

No.

He was the Little Camel's father, and even if he wanted to leave Sikong Ting's side, she didn't need his help.

"Take your dirty hands away!" A frozen voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and at the same time, a sharp gaze landed on Lu Baobei's shoulder.

Han Fei and Lu Baobei were startled at the same time, and turned to look.

Sikong Ting was like a god, slowly descending from the stairs, his noble aura carrying a sharp killing intent, the Eagle-liked Eye firmly locking onto Han Fei.

"Try touching her again!"

The temperature of the living room suddenly dropped by several degrees!

The elderly British couple who were visiting also came over. When they saw Sikong Ting, a look of disbelief flashed across their eyes.

Han Fei released Lu Baobei gently. He narrowed his eyes and looked straight at Sikong Ting without the slightest hint of fear.

Or rather, his eyes were provocative.

The corner of Sikong Ting's mouth raised into an almost imperceptible sneer.

Was he even worthy of stealing from him?

"Why did you come down?" Lu Baobei looked at Sikong Ting in doubt. Wasn't he reading upstairs?

Sikong Ting's eyes flashed as he glanced at Lu Baobei. "Come here."

His voice was very light and his tone was very flat, as if he was saying 'The weather today is very good'.

But Lu Baobei was able to perceive that Sikong Ting was very unhappy!

It was definitely not a wise decision to provoke him at such a time.