Chapter 1698 Rose Manor (4)

"Brother."

He uttered, in front of the seated man.

Because of the guests, the lights on the second floor were completely turned on.

The little lamp therefore has no effect.

Under the bright light, the man slowly put the book in his hand aside.

The old book with an old brown color that cannot be read clearly is already a bit old.

When he was lying quietly on one side, he was like his master, restrained and calm, not showing any emotion.

The light was on, and the man in casual home clothes had a fair complexion.

Probably because he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and even has a faint sickly paleness.

His eyebrows and eyes are very peaceful, handsome and gentle, yet revealing the ultimate tranquility.

It's like a bottomless calm sea, without waves or ups and downs, only the untouchable stillness.

It looks like a beautiful **** who has been peerless for a long time, living in a quiet posthumous place, noble and unadorned, as bright as a lotus.

There is an indescribable sense of coldness and alienation.

People dare not be presumptuous in front of him.

Before he spoke, Qiao Zhenting didn't sit down, and he didn't even dare to sit down.

A tall man, in front of his elder brother, is like an obedient child who dare not resist.

The movements are even a little stiff.

The man sitting in front of him had a vine and wooden cane by his side.

Uncle Wang brought him freshly brewed tea and put it on the small round table.

He gave a low cough, slowly picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

Lip color is light red, and the narrow, long and deep eye ends are slightly dotted with a shallow scar.

Because it is too shallow, so if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

The shallow scars gave him a fragile beauty like celadon.

He put down the cup slowly, and those unfathomably black and cold water phoenix eyes looked at him peacefully and warmly.

It is still as comfortable as spring breeze and as gentle as summer rain.

Elegant and gentlemanly, gentle and polite.

"sit."

His voice is very soft, with a slow magnetic.

A word that is neither shallow nor deep, with his unique sense of coolness, it sounds particularly nice.

It even made one's ears crumble.

Qiao Zhenting, who was standing, seemed to relax a little when he heard his words.

Sit down, sit on the chair that has been prepared for him.

The posture is correct, like a prisoner about to be interrogated.

"Do not be nervous."

The gentle and considerate man seemed to be smiling.

With the soft eyebrows and eyes, they have become much more approachable now.

In the faint, extremely dark eyes, there is a very shallow smile.

It seemed to be comforting him silently.

Although, it can still make people feel the sense of alienation on that body.

But in the end, it still makes people relax.

Qiao Zhenting slightly bent his back.

"Brother, long time no see, you look thinner."

"The President is back."

The man has a calm face and a gentle voice.

Qiao Zhenting nodded, and his eyes fell on his legs.

"Is your leg feeling better?"

Since his car accident, his legs and feet have not been very good.

Although I have been insisting on doing rehabilitation, but in the end it is because I injured my muscles and bones, so the effect of rehabilitation is very little.

Those who come and go are still inseparable from crutches.

Now it seems that, as the assistant said, it is still the same.

Qiao Boxing coughed lowly, covering his lips.

The knuckles are as white as jade.

Warm brows are light, and the tone is calm, "It's okay."

It's okay, it's okay.

Qiao Zhenting spoke silently.

Sitting opposite him, speechless for a while.

(end of this chapter)