Dear Commander-in-Chief

Gong Sheng almost vomited blood on the spot.

What?

She asked for his name just to remember this account?

Does this tone of creditor sound a little bit like the heroine of a literary romance movie?

He really overestimated her.

He also thought of her as too elegant.

Sure enough, the tea ceremony and etiquette just now were all performed by her in a play. They were all based on acting skills, not reality!

This money obsessed woman! Heartless little bastard!

Gong Sheng pursed his lips, handed her a key angrily, and returned to his cold tone: "Uncle Zhang will take you there."

Yun Qiao was afraid that he would betray his promise, so he grabbed the key and walked out without looking back: "Manager Zhang, Manager Zhang, take me away quickly!"

Ouch, the old eunuch walks too slowly.

Gong Sheng looked at Yun Qiao and couldn't wait to leave him. He didn't even say hello to him, and just dumped him without any regrets!

Instead, it made a place in his heart feel empty.

It's so uncomfortable.

What the hell is this woman doing?

Didn't she want to marry him by any means necessary?

Which drama are you singing now?

She is collecting debts, getting a divorce, and running away. Is she really playing hard to get?

Gong Sheng's face darkened.

In the palm of my hand, the scent and warmth of a woman's fragrance still linger.

Lowering his eyes, he saw a trace of blood hidden in the palm of his hand.

Gong Sheng frowned.

This hand had only been in contact with Yun Qiao just now.

In order to prevent her from making a fool of herself in front of ladies from all over the world and keeping her within his sphere of influence and keeping her under guard, he held her hand tightly from beginning to end.

But it turned out that her hand was injured?

When?

Gong Sheng’s eyebrows frowned even more tightly.

He remembered that her hand seemed to have touched the iron railing.

Iron railings in winter...he knew exactly what that meant.

==

After a few minutes' drive, the destination was quickly reached.

The villa is located in the imperial city, very close to the Presidential Palace.

Yun Qiao curiously observed the scenery on both sides of the street, and couldn't help but secretly comment: "Yes, there are so many people on this street, and there are also many cars and horses. It seems to be the most prosperous street in the Imperial City, just like our Chang'an City The palace passages there are the same, so it must be a more valuable place. Although the palace saint is as cold as a wooden man, he is not bad-hearted, and he chose such a good place for me to live..."

After getting out of the car, we walked into the villa.

Yun Qiao was even more curious.

It turns out that the houses here are really different from those in Yun State.

Yun State has a prosperous and grand architectural style of the palace, with carved beams and painted buildings, no matter how complicated it is.

Here, the house is so simple to build, just four walls and a roof, gone!

Oh, by the way, there is a big puddle (private swimming pool) in front of the house.

Compared to the back garden and tea room of the Presidential Palace just now, it is much simpler.

"Is this here?" Yun Qiao's eyes were a little critical as he evaluated the villa in front of him.

Zhang Bo swallowed his saliva: "Yes, Miss Xiao Qiao, please come in."

He could see Yun Qiao's dissatisfaction, but he was embarrassed to say, Miss Xiao Qiao, this is the most expensive residence in the most prosperous area of ​​the imperial capital.

This place is called Moyuan.

You live in Villa No. 1 of Moyuan.

Although this place is very, very expensive, you can't live here just by having money. You have to be a top figure in the empire to be eligible to buy it.

Next door to you is the villa of Lord Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Armed Forces.

Behind you is the villa of Chu Junmo, one of the top CEOs in the empire's pharmaceutical industry.

Do you think this villa is valuable?

This dignity alone may not be bought for tens of billions.