Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

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

There is a servant waiting for you, wearing a uniform and neat uniform, with a respectful attitude.

"Good evening, Mr. Qiao."

A middle-aged man who looked like a butler came forward.

Qiao Zhenting got out of the car and when he saw it was 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's death, he has been responsible for managing this manor.

His eldest brother was the owner of this manor, which meant that Uncle Wang followed him.

No wonder his second brother was dissatisfied.

Uncle Wang patted his shoulder kindly, "Let's go, Mr. Da is already waiting for you up there."

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

Qiao Zhenting smiled and said, "I miss you big brother too."

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The magnificent and luxurious palace-like villa is lit with exquisite and elegant crystal lamps 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 much fine furniture are on display.

In the large and spacious space, because the windows are open, the fresh fragrance of grass outside fills the air.

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

The environment of the entire manor is very much like 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 are covered with a soft and warm carpet.

The furniture is rounded without edges, with cool colors and light gray curtains.

It's 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, which have a faint fragrance.

In front of the spacious balcony, the subtle sound of pages turning could be heard.

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

The background remains soft and calm.

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

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

Leaning there, there was a porcelain cup beside him, and the tea inside had become lukewarm and cool.

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

"Sir, he's here."

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

He gently closed the book in his hand, revealing his fair and slender hands.

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

It's like a work of art carefully crafted by God, without any flaws. It's really beautiful.

Uncle Wang lowered his head and picked up the tea cup beside him, his movements were particularly considerate and meticulous.

"Sir, the tea has gone cold. I'll get you a different cup."

"Thanks for your hard work."

That cold and elegant man even spoke so gently, like the low and flowing cello, giving people a sense of relaxation and comfort.

It makes people unconsciously let down their guard and want to tell them everything.

Qiao Zhenting walked over.

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

It was obvious that the person in front of him was a gentle gentleman, and he had never scolded him severely.

But he is like a mouse meeting a cat. He is very cautious. He always thinks twice before speaking and does not dare to say too much.

In fact, he treated him with the same respect as he treated his father.