Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The conversation ended with some distant questions and answers.

Qiao Zhenting came here mainly to bring the documents that the company needed Qiao Boxing to sign.

Among them, the most important is the key material of the land project.

Before formally submitting the materials to the court, the documents provided by Qiao Zhenting still need to be reviewed by Qiao Boxing.

This information is obviously beneficial to Qiao Boxing. He did not appear in court in the land project case.

He seems to be indifferent and indifferent, but when it comes to interests, he always holds on firmly and does not give in an inch.

Compared to Qiao Zhenhuan, whose ambition is obvious, he is actually...more terrifying.

Qiao Zhenting was arranged to rest in the guest room. When he lay down, he was not sleepy yet.

Still thinking about the content of the conversation just now.

Every time after talking to his eldest brother, he always became a little nervous.

Obviously, he didn't show any sense of oppression.

Qiao Zhenting raised his hand and covered his eyes.

like a statue.

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Four o'clock in the evening.

It was extremely dark outside.

The thick darkness of night enveloped such a huge manor.

The manor occupies a large area of ​​the island. Looking from the balcony of the villa, it is boundless and full of flowers.

In the bedroom, the curtains on the large balcony were not closed.

The evening breeze blew slowly, bringing with it a slightly refreshing coolness.

The bright moon in the sky gradually lost its trace among the misty clouds.

Even the bright light disappeared into the clouds and became dim.

Behind the manor is a vast sea of ​​beautiful and flawless flowers.

The roses blooming all over the ground are already decorated in such a warm spring.

The brilliant red color is like a girl's blooming skirt, fluttering slightly in the evening breeze.

There is no moonlight, no brightness, and such a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers seems to have fallen silent in the darkness.

Only the little bit of bright red color, like the bright cardamom on the fingertips of a girl, is so beautiful that it makes people lose their minds.

The man standing on the balcony, holding a cane with one hand, watched quietly, his back looking cold and beautiful.

Probably because he often reads too many books, he has a light and elegant bookish aura about him.

Not saying anything, just standing there quietly, like a gentle god isolated from the world.

The breeze is clear and the moon is clear, and it is as beautiful as a picture.

People dare not disturb him too much for fear of tainting him.

He stood there, leaning on a cane, and seemed not to be sleepy.

The extremely dark eyes were silent and showed no particular emotion.

The wind blew, carrying the scent of roses that filled the sky. He pursed his lips and coughed lowly.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and his gaze fell on the vine that was about to spread and climb the fence.

It took a long time to decide.

Uncle Wang came over from behind him.

"Sir, it's very late. Would you like to go to bed early?"

He stepped forward, closed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony, and drew the curtains.

Blocking the wind outside, there was still a faint scent of roses remaining in the air of the room.

The fragrance is a bit rich and pungent.

The man with a cane and a gentle face covered his lips and coughed twice more.

The crutch was pressed against the ground and tapped a little.

A clear voice came from the ground, and he slowly walked towards the bed, walking a little slowly and with a slight limp.

He sat down slowly and suddenly spoke, his tone was very soft and indifferent.

"Tomorrow, let them pull out all the flowers outside."

Looking at it, it's really a bit in the way.