Chapter 1697 Rose Manor (3)

The low-key car slowly walked around the marble sculpture pool and stopped in front of the gorgeous villa gate.

There are servants waiting, wearing neat uniforms, with a respectful attitude.

"Good evening, Mr. Joe."

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper greeted him.

Qiao Zhenting got out of the car, and seeing him, his expression became more respectful, "Uncle Wang."

Uncle Wang is an old man who has been with his father for many years. Since his father died, he has been in charge of managing the manor.

His elder brother is the owner of this manor, which is equivalent to Uncle Wang following him.

It's no wonder his second brother is dissatisfied.

Uncle Wang patted him on the shoulder kindly, "Let's go, Mr. Big is already waiting for you up there."

"Long time no see, Mr. Da misses you very much."

Qiao Zhenting smiled, "I also miss my elder brother very much."

Magnificent and luxurious palace-like villas, with exquisite and elegant crystal lights everywhere.

The decoration inside is magnificent, with a large number of oil paintings hanging on the warm-toned walls, which are of great value.

Sculptures, tapestries and many exquisite furniture are displayed in it.

In the large and spacious space, because the windows are open, the fresh grass fragrance outside is permeating.

The air is comfortable and comfortable, and the temperature is just right.

The environment of the whole manor is very similar to that person, elegant and gentle.

Qiao Zhenting followed Uncle Wang up the stairs to the second floor.

The tiles on the second floor are smooth and cold, and a layer of soft and warm carpet is laid on them.

The furniture is round and has no edges and corners, with cool tones and light gray curtains.

It is quiet and the environment is comfortable and natural.

There is a clear porcelain white vase on the round table, which is dotted with plain white and slightly purple Campion flowers, with a faint fragrance.

In front of the spacious balcony, there was the slight sound of pages being turned.

The people sitting there seem to have been waiting for a long time.

The background is still soft and quiet.

The lights on the second floor were not fully turned on, but an elegant retro desk lamp was lit next to the small round table.

The slightly bright light hit him. He was wearing a cool and casual white home clothes and light gray soft fabric trousers.

Leaning there, with a porcelain cup beside her, the tea in it has become warm and cold.

Uncle Wang walked over, as if he didn't want to disturb his quietness, his voice was lowered a lot, and he bowed slightly.

"Sir, here he comes."

The gentle man who sat there quietly reading a book seemed to give a gentle hum.

Gently closed the book in his hand, revealing those white and slender hands.

The roots are distinct, the joints are clear, the nails are well trimmed, round and clean.

It looks like a finely crafted work of art by God, without a single blemish, it is really beautiful.

Uncle Wang lowered his head and picked up the teacup beside him, his movements were extraordinarily considerate and meticulous.

"Sir, the tea is cold, I'll change it for you."

"Thanks for your hard work."

The cool and elegant man even spoke so gently, like a low-flowing cello, giving people a sense of relaxation and comfort.

It made people unconsciously let go of their defenses and wanted to confide in them all.

Qiao Zhenting walked over.

Treating him is not as rude as treating his second brother Qiao Zhenhuan.

Obviously the person in front of him is a gentle gentleman, and he has never scolded him severely.

But he is like a mouse meeting a cat, with a very cautious attitude, always remember to think twice when speaking, and dare not speak too much.

Even treat him with the same respect as his father.

(end of this chapter)