These are all the property of the Liu family. More than that, the Liu family head is in the most central car and under heavy protection. The car is driving silently and solemnly on the road.
These great families have innumerable assets, so they don’t have to struggle for a living when they are born, and they probably won’t have much trouble and worries in their lives.
It’s making me so envious.
Gao Mei also read her Weibo during the crew’s dinner on the third anniversary of the death of the former head of the Liu family, and the roads were all under control. It had ended at three o’clock in the afternoon, but she didn’t think the traffic hadn’t cleared up until now.
Like the abyss, real aristocratic families can’t see the end and aren’t comparable to ordinary families.
“Yes, let’s take Yunluzhen.” Mu Wan agreed to the driver’s suggestion. She took out her mobile phone and dialed Liu Qianxiu’s number.
It’s raining again, the wooden windows are open, and the courtyard is full of luxuriant trees and bamboo. Under the pavilion path, a pool of lotus flowers is in full bloom. The drizzle fell on the lotus leaves, and the raindrops gathered together and finally rolled into the pond. The water droplets splashed, and you could hear water coming in.
Liu Qingyuan sat at the side of the main hall, looking up at the man on the main seat. The man glanced out the wooden window with a cold and aloof in his face. They hadn’t turned on the light in the main hall, and it outlined the man’s side face looked like a black paper cut with delicate craftsmanship.
“Qianxiu, let’s have dinner at home.” Liu Qingyuan opened his mouth. Then he laughed with some polite hope in his narrow eyes.
Liu Qingyuan is only a few months older than Liu Qianxiu. Still, he looks much more mature than him, with handsome features, a tall stature, meticulous hair, and an elite temperament.
But his appearance differed from Liu Qianxiu’s, and both followed their respective mother. Liu Qianxiu is cold and dignified, and he also is as pale as a chrysanthemum. Liu Qingyuan was gentle and full of ambition.
Although Liu Qianxiu is a few months younger than him, Liu Qianxiu is the head of the Liu family. His tone and expression are respectful when he speaks to Liu Qianxiu.
Liu Qianxiu didn’t answer, but his eyelashes blinked. A drop of water from the lotus leaf outside the wooden window slowly slipped and splashed into the pond alone.
“What do you do in the hospital all day? Would you not plan to go home if it wasn’t for your grandfather’s death anniversary?” A majestic and deep voice rang from the other side of the main hall. After speaking, the latter coughed heavily.
Liu Fengmian is more than 60 years old this year, but he looks much younger in reality. He was dressed in black, and his figure was thin and straight. Under the fine wrinkles, his facial features still showed the elegance of his day.
Even in his sixtieth year, Liu Fengmian still has a strong accent and coexistence of temperament and demeanor.
As soon as Liu Fengmian’s voice fell, Liu Qingyuan stood up and refilled his father with a cup of tea to make peace with him.
“Qianxiu also has his own things to do. Besides, isn’t Uncle Cai there to help him?”
Uncle Cai’s full name is Cai Qingliang, the secretary of the Liu family. He is responsible for summarizing and reporting things from around the world to the head family. If the head of the family arranges something, Uncle Cai is responsible for its implementation.
Liu Fengmian coughed twice again.
Liu Qianxiu’s sight remained unchanged, and his tone was gentle and calm.
“Are you sick?”
Liu Fengmian’s brows moved, raised his eyes, and glanced at Liu Qingyuan. He sighed slightly and moisturized his throat with a sip of tea.
“I’ve been a little tired recently.”
“Dad does everything by himself, so he must be tired.” After Liu Qingyuan explained to Liu Qianxiu, he said to Liu Fengmian, “You are older than before, so leave some things to me.”
“Then you should take Aunt Shen back. There should be someone at home to take care of you.” Liu Qianxiu said, finally retracting his gaze from the wooden window. He looked up and glanced calmly at the father and son, who looked a little stiff because of his words. His eyes were calm and had no bottom.
“If I want to be against her, it’s no use hiding anywhere.”
Liu Fengmian and Liu Qingyuan were shocked by his words, and their faces’ stiffness quickly dissipated instantly. Liu Qianxiu felt that the mobile phone in his hand vibrated, looked down, and opened the text message. The screen illuminated his dark eyes, but it was still hard to see inside.
Liu Qianxiu stood up from his seat. He wore a black suit today with a neatly tied neckline, was made his figure look tall and straight. Both Liu Fengmian and his son looked up at him when he stood up.
Liu Qianxiu got up and walked outside the door.
“Are you not at home for dinner?” Liu Qingyuan asked when Liu Qianxiu was about to leave.
The answer was Liu Qianxiu’s back had disappeared.
As soon as Liu Qianxiu left, the depressed and gloomy main hall seemed to be filled with oxygen instantly and came back to life. The two people inside relaxed unconsciously.
Liu Qingyuan curled his eyebrows and cursed, looking toward Liu Qianxiu’s disappearance at the door. His eyes were full of unwillingness and hatred. He glanced at Liu Fengmian, who returned to the main seat and asked, “Do you want to bring my mother back?”
Liu Fengmian, on the main seat, returned to his position, and his momentum returned. He took a sip of tea, which was fragrant and astringent.
“Of course, I’ll bring your mother over. Otherwise, he will think we are afraid of him.”
Mu Wan sent a text message to Liu Qianxiu. Liu Qianxiu doesn’t seem home and asks her to wait a moment. Mu Wan arrived on the floor where Liu Qianxiu’s house was. Then she knocked on the door to confirm he was not home and waited for him by the window at the end of the corridor holding the bouquet.
It was already dark, and there were no stars in the sky, but the city under the sky was decorated with lights, like an endless starry sky.
This is a good location, and even the night view is beautiful.
Mu Wan waited a quarter an hour when she heard the elevator ring and looked back.
When he exited the elevator, Liu Qianxiu saw Mu Wan standing by the window. She held a large bouquet of flowers in her arms, with an oval, white, delicacy face and bright red lips behind the bunch of flowers. Her body figure is posted on the dark night sky like a picture, which is more moving than the flowers.
Dark night, bright bouquet, and soft woman.
When he got off the elevator, the elevator door closed silently. Liu Qianxiu’s lips pressed tightly, his throat moved slightly, and his voice was as low as a night.
“Have you waited for a long time?”
“No.” Mu Wan shook her head. She saw Liu Qianxiu wearing a suit for the first time. She didn’t expect Liu Daochang to have an extraordinary temperament in that outfit. He should have just finished his work and come back in a hurry.
Mu Wan walked over and said indifferently: “I don’t have anything to do with myself anyway.”
Alone, she’s also alone.
When the woman approached, Liu Qianxiu looked down.
“What’s happened to you?”
Mu Wan was subconsciously stunned, the long corridor ventilated, and the hair around her ears moved randomly, scratching her cheeks and making her itchy. Seeing Liu Qianxiu’s gaze, Mu Wan took the flower aside and glanced down.
In the empty corridor, there were only two of them. The lights atop the hallway shone on each other’s faces. When Mu Wan lowered her head, the flowers in her arms trembled and made a rustling sound, and the fragrance of flowers followed to come out.
“I fell down and hurt myself when filming.” Mu Wan looked up at the man’s eyes through the flowers. The dark eyes were still as deep as a cold pool, but they softened her heart.
Mu Wan bent her knees slightly, and when she was about to say nothing, she heard the man ask.
“Does it hurt?”
Mu Wan’s bent knee stood straight again. She looked up at Liu Qianxiu, the piece that collapsed last night as if it had been rebuilt because of these two words.
Dangdang, like a floral fragrance, lingers in the corridor.
Mu Wan laughed, her eyes gleaming.
“Well, it hurts.”
Withdrawing his gaze, Liu Qianxiu pressed his finger on the fingerprint lock, and the door opened in response. The man turned to look over and said in a deep voice.
“Come in.”
It’s making me so envious.
Gao Mei also read her Weibo during the crew’s dinner on the third anniversary of the death of the former head of the Liu family, and the roads were all under control. It had ended at three o’clock in the afternoon, but she didn’t think the traffic hadn’t cleared up until now.
Like the abyss, real aristocratic families can’t see the end and aren’t comparable to ordinary families.
“Yes, let’s take Yunluzhen.” Mu Wan agreed to the driver’s suggestion. She took out her mobile phone and dialed Liu Qianxiu’s number.
It’s raining again, the wooden windows are open, and the courtyard is full of luxuriant trees and bamboo. Under the pavilion path, a pool of lotus flowers is in full bloom. The drizzle fell on the lotus leaves, and the raindrops gathered together and finally rolled into the pond. The water droplets splashed, and you could hear water coming in.
Liu Qingyuan sat at the side of the main hall, looking up at the man on the main seat. The man glanced out the wooden window with a cold and aloof in his face. They hadn’t turned on the light in the main hall, and it outlined the man’s side face looked like a black paper cut with delicate craftsmanship.
“Qianxiu, let’s have dinner at home.” Liu Qingyuan opened his mouth. Then he laughed with some polite hope in his narrow eyes.
Liu Qingyuan is only a few months older than Liu Qianxiu. Still, he looks much more mature than him, with handsome features, a tall stature, meticulous hair, and an elite temperament.
But his appearance differed from Liu Qianxiu’s, and both followed their respective mother. Liu Qianxiu is cold and dignified, and he also is as pale as a chrysanthemum. Liu Qingyuan was gentle and full of ambition.
Although Liu Qianxiu is a few months younger than him, Liu Qianxiu is the head of the Liu family. His tone and expression are respectful when he speaks to Liu Qianxiu.
Liu Qianxiu didn’t answer, but his eyelashes blinked. A drop of water from the lotus leaf outside the wooden window slowly slipped and splashed into the pond alone.
“What do you do in the hospital all day? Would you not plan to go home if it wasn’t for your grandfather’s death anniversary?” A majestic and deep voice rang from the other side of the main hall. After speaking, the latter coughed heavily.
Liu Fengmian is more than 60 years old this year, but he looks much younger in reality. He was dressed in black, and his figure was thin and straight. Under the fine wrinkles, his facial features still showed the elegance of his day.
Even in his sixtieth year, Liu Fengmian still has a strong accent and coexistence of temperament and demeanor.
As soon as Liu Fengmian’s voice fell, Liu Qingyuan stood up and refilled his father with a cup of tea to make peace with him.
“Qianxiu also has his own things to do. Besides, isn’t Uncle Cai there to help him?”
Uncle Cai’s full name is Cai Qingliang, the secretary of the Liu family. He is responsible for summarizing and reporting things from around the world to the head family. If the head of the family arranges something, Uncle Cai is responsible for its implementation.
Liu Fengmian coughed twice again.
Liu Qianxiu’s sight remained unchanged, and his tone was gentle and calm.
“Are you sick?”
Liu Fengmian’s brows moved, raised his eyes, and glanced at Liu Qingyuan. He sighed slightly and moisturized his throat with a sip of tea.
“I’ve been a little tired recently.”
“Dad does everything by himself, so he must be tired.” After Liu Qingyuan explained to Liu Qianxiu, he said to Liu Fengmian, “You are older than before, so leave some things to me.”
“Then you should take Aunt Shen back. There should be someone at home to take care of you.” Liu Qianxiu said, finally retracting his gaze from the wooden window. He looked up and glanced calmly at the father and son, who looked a little stiff because of his words. His eyes were calm and had no bottom.
“If I want to be against her, it’s no use hiding anywhere.”
Liu Fengmian and Liu Qingyuan were shocked by his words, and their faces’ stiffness quickly dissipated instantly. Liu Qianxiu felt that the mobile phone in his hand vibrated, looked down, and opened the text message. The screen illuminated his dark eyes, but it was still hard to see inside.
Liu Qianxiu stood up from his seat. He wore a black suit today with a neatly tied neckline, was made his figure look tall and straight. Both Liu Fengmian and his son looked up at him when he stood up.
Liu Qianxiu got up and walked outside the door.
“Are you not at home for dinner?” Liu Qingyuan asked when Liu Qianxiu was about to leave.
The answer was Liu Qianxiu’s back had disappeared.
As soon as Liu Qianxiu left, the depressed and gloomy main hall seemed to be filled with oxygen instantly and came back to life. The two people inside relaxed unconsciously.
Liu Qingyuan curled his eyebrows and cursed, looking toward Liu Qianxiu’s disappearance at the door. His eyes were full of unwillingness and hatred. He glanced at Liu Fengmian, who returned to the main seat and asked, “Do you want to bring my mother back?”
Liu Fengmian, on the main seat, returned to his position, and his momentum returned. He took a sip of tea, which was fragrant and astringent.
“Of course, I’ll bring your mother over. Otherwise, he will think we are afraid of him.”
Mu Wan sent a text message to Liu Qianxiu. Liu Qianxiu doesn’t seem home and asks her to wait a moment. Mu Wan arrived on the floor where Liu Qianxiu’s house was. Then she knocked on the door to confirm he was not home and waited for him by the window at the end of the corridor holding the bouquet.
It was already dark, and there were no stars in the sky, but the city under the sky was decorated with lights, like an endless starry sky.
This is a good location, and even the night view is beautiful.
Mu Wan waited a quarter an hour when she heard the elevator ring and looked back.
When he exited the elevator, Liu Qianxiu saw Mu Wan standing by the window. She held a large bouquet of flowers in her arms, with an oval, white, delicacy face and bright red lips behind the bunch of flowers. Her body figure is posted on the dark night sky like a picture, which is more moving than the flowers.
Dark night, bright bouquet, and soft woman.
When he got off the elevator, the elevator door closed silently. Liu Qianxiu’s lips pressed tightly, his throat moved slightly, and his voice was as low as a night.
“Have you waited for a long time?”
“No.” Mu Wan shook her head. She saw Liu Qianxiu wearing a suit for the first time. She didn’t expect Liu Daochang to have an extraordinary temperament in that outfit. He should have just finished his work and come back in a hurry.
Mu Wan walked over and said indifferently: “I don’t have anything to do with myself anyway.”
Alone, she’s also alone.
When the woman approached, Liu Qianxiu looked down.
“What’s happened to you?”
Mu Wan was subconsciously stunned, the long corridor ventilated, and the hair around her ears moved randomly, scratching her cheeks and making her itchy. Seeing Liu Qianxiu’s gaze, Mu Wan took the flower aside and glanced down.
In the empty corridor, there were only two of them. The lights atop the hallway shone on each other’s faces. When Mu Wan lowered her head, the flowers in her arms trembled and made a rustling sound, and the fragrance of flowers followed to come out.
“I fell down and hurt myself when filming.” Mu Wan looked up at the man’s eyes through the flowers. The dark eyes were still as deep as a cold pool, but they softened her heart.
Mu Wan bent her knees slightly, and when she was about to say nothing, she heard the man ask.
“Does it hurt?”
Mu Wan’s bent knee stood straight again. She looked up at Liu Qianxiu, the piece that collapsed last night as if it had been rebuilt because of these two words.
Dangdang, like a floral fragrance, lingers in the corridor.
Mu Wan laughed, her eyes gleaming.
“Well, it hurts.”
Withdrawing his gaze, Liu Qianxiu pressed his finger on the fingerprint lock, and the door opened in response. The man turned to look over and said in a deep voice.
“Come in.”
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