Chapter 325

The car drove into rose mountain villa. At the moment of opening the door and getting off, the fragrance of flowers filled my nose and I was really in a beautiful sea of flowers.

Roses, all roses.

Red, yellow, white, roses of different varieties and colors are designed and carved by garden masters to perfectly integrate romance and art. Under the sunset, Greek style buildings stand in the sea of flowers, composed of marble and white marble, ethereal and holy, and the whole villa is like a fairyland.

Hai Xiaomin lowered his head and led his skirt. Suddenly, he seemed to fully understand Ian's intention and cast a kind and grateful look at him.

Old Mr. nagge seemed to have a special liking for roses, and her skirt just went with him.

Ian just got out of the car. Unexpectedly, Ding received her line of sight and was stunned. Then he pursed his thin lips and deliberately didn't open his face.

Hai Xiaomin: "

What a cold guy. He can't communicate smoothly at all!

"Let's go." Ling Yao stepped forward, took haixiaomin, and followed the route in his memory.

It seems that he hasn't set foot in this manor for many years. Along the way, many places in his memory have changed. Fortunately, the main pattern has not changed, so he won't be unable to find the direction as soon as he steps in.

Ian followed them dispensably to the living room in the building.

A young blonde dressed up as a maid came forward and bowed respectfully to them: "young master, old Mr. naghi has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me."

Ling Yaojun Pang Lengjun didn't answer. He took Hai Xiaomin and was ready to keep up. At this time, the maid turned back and added: "old Mr. Nazhi just wants to see you alone. Your friend, please stay here and wait."

Leave her?

Hai Xiaomin's mouth was slightly open, and Ling Yao's deep eyes flashed a thought. From stepping into rose villa, he had to see his intention in every arrangement of Lao Nazi. He knew his grandfather's means too well, so some things had to be prevented.

"Don't worry, young master. Your friend is naturally a distinguished guest of the manor, and we will not neglect it." Xu saw Ling Yao's doubts, and the blonde said with a kind smile.

Hai Xiaomin loosened Ling Yao's arm and didn't want him to worry about himself. He smiled: "go, I'm fine. Don't let Grandpa wait. I'll wait for you here."

"OK, I'll be right back." Ling Yao followed the blonde along a corridor until his back disappeared at the corner. Hai Xiaomin looked back and looked at the surrounding environment.

Another maid came forward: "Miss, please sit down. What would you like to drink?"

"Thanks, just coffee." Hai Xiaomin smiled at her, nodded and sat down on the beige sofa.

Ling Yao followed the blonde maid all the way to the study.

"Old Mr. nagge, here we are." the blonde maid knocked at the door and stood at the door and said to the inside.

"Let him in." an old but hearty male voice came out.

Ling Yao crossed the maid and went in. His dark leather shoes stepped on the bright floor. Not long after, there was a reflection on the floor in front of his toes. His white hair and once tall and straight body bent due to the precipitation of years. He stood with his back to the door in a casual white shirt and beige loose trousers.

Ling Yao stopped and looked up. Lao Nazhi also turned around at this time, and the old and the young just looked up.

"Back?" old naghi raised a loving smile from his elders.

"Yes, Grandpa." Ling Yao rarely has the patience to continue this meaningless dialogue.

"How's your work going recently?" like countless elders who just welcomed the younger generation back home, old naghi asked an ordinary question.

"Fortunately, as long as I don't have my own people to intervene, these things generally won't be difficult for me." Ling Yao answered very pertinent, not too perfunctory, and didn't deliberately save face for Lao Nazhi. Pointing directly at some people's small movements is very troublesome.

Old naghi smiled kindly and didn't care about it. He raised his crutch and pointed to the ground in front of the windowsill. Then he said, "you haven't come for some time and haven't played chess with me for a long time. There's still a little time before dinner. Please accompany me for the next game."

There is a pair of chess there. Ling Yao made a figure in the chess game as early as he was ten years old. In the past, he had nothing to do. The two masters and grandchildren often came together to compete. Old naghi walked first, sat down slowly and hard, but looked up and found Ling Yao standing still.

Ask him to play chess with him at this time?

Is it the drunken man who doesn't mean wine?

Ling Yao can't help worrying that Hai Xiaomin is coming again. He will stay here while playing chess. Won't anything happen to her?

"Joe, you're too defensive!" old naghi, his grandson, knew so well that he could see his mind at a glance, guess his worries, put away his smile and said discontentedly, "don't let me down. After so many years of independence, you should make progress instead of going back more and more. A little thing can make you so worried about scruples. How can you do great things!"

"How can it be a small thing when it comes to Grandpa?" Ling Yao pulled the corners of his mouth coldly, walked slowly across the chessboard and sat cross legged.

One side is his wife and the other is his grandfather. If any one goes wrong, it is not within the scope he can allow, but he realizes that he can't be too obvious. The more he cares about Hai Xiaomin, the more likely old Nazhi is to hold his weakness.

"After this game, let me have a good look at the person you choose at the dinner table. I hope you won't be as stupid as your father!" old Nazhi snorted coldly and picked up a white coin.

Ling Yao clenched his fist imperceptibly, because Lao Nazhi mentioned his father. The next second, his clenched fist heart loosened. At least Lao Nazhi expressed his attitude. He didn't have to worry about Hai Xiaomin's situation for the time being.

On the other side, Hai Xiaomin was still sitting in the living room waiting.

Time passed bit by bit, the last ray of light in the evening sank into the horizon, lights were lit in the garden, the night sky was cloudless, and a bright moon was particularly bright.

Hai Xiaomin was a little bored waiting alone. He wanted to talk to someone. He turned his head and didn't find Ian. This guy was just there. He didn't know where he was in the blink of an eye.

It was a little muggy, so she got up and went out.

"Miss, where are you going? It's almost time for dinner. Please don't walk around so as not to get lost." the maid greeted her at the first time.

How do you feel that the maid defends her like a thief, as if she was afraid of adding trouble to herself?

Hai Xiaomin pointed to the garden outside: "I think the flowers outside are very beautiful. I want to go and have a look. I can breathe by the way. I won't go far. It's not allowed?"