Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"There really is a waterfall." Gu Chuyan was put down by him, she took a step forward, and saw a waterfall, like silver light, slanting down, splashing water on the rocks, but it was covered by mist.

At the end of the waterfall, Populus euphratica is yellow and golden like a sea of ​​gold. When the wind blows, it blows like a sea of ​​gold, and the air is still filled with the fragrance of flowers.

"Mo Han, it's snowing over there, but autumn here?" Gu Chuyan was a little taken aback, completely attracted by the scenery in front of her.

Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand to hold her, and with a faint smile on his lips, he said to her, "The climate around Xiao's house is different. There are four distinct seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The opportunities in each place are determined by different feng shui. It was custom-made by the school and institutions, and so far no one has broken into it except the Xiao family."

He said in a deep voice, leading her forward.

An old single-plank bridge extends to the end of the waterfall, and he leads her forward.

"But doesn't the earth have four distinct seasons, how can there be four seasons at the same time?" Gu Chuyan was stunned, and was led forward by him.

She accidentally lowered her head and looked down. The single-plank bridge was hanging in the air, and she couldn't see to the bottom.

"Want to know?" Xiao Mohan looked down at her frightened appearance, and a magnetic voice sounded.

Gu Chuyan nodded, raised her fair face, looked at him and waited for his answer.

"Then...you need to stay with me for 99 years, maybe I will consider it." Xiao Mohan said in a low voice, he took her hand and suddenly tightened it.

Gu Chuyan was taken aback, and reached out to pat his arm: "Mo Han, you are clearly bullying."

She is 20 years old this year, 99 years, isn't that 119 years?

"Don't dare." Xiao Mohan said, putting his arms around her shoulders, walking slowly with her, enjoying the time without calculation.

It's good to have her here.

Asking about water made Xiao Mohan feel anxious, even if he had too much money, he couldn't fight against fate.

But he, Xiao Mohan, swore to go against fate, protect Gu Chuyan from life to life, and never let anything happen to her.

"Mo Han, look quickly, it's a sea of ​​flowers." She walked to the bridge, looked up, and saw a sea of ​​colorful flowers, swaying with the wind.

She was completely attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of her. Turning around and looking, it was indeed spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"Young Madam." At this time, the housekeeper ran after her and said out of breath, "The master said that the auspicious time has come, so you should return to your room as soon as possible."

"Auspicious time?" Gu Chuyan turned around, a little puzzled.

Xiao Mohan went to pick some bouquets and weave them into colorful garlands, then turned around and came back, seeing what the housekeeper and Gu Chuyan were talking about, she turned her head frequently, as if she was looking for herself.

"Chu Chu." Xiao Mohan strode back, put the wreath on her head, and brushed her hair with his hand.

The butler stood there, turned around and said respectfully, "Master, the auspicious hour has come."

Hearing this, Xiao Mohan raised his wrist, looked at the time, and said: "The Xiao family rules, go back to the room at eight o'clock, and go out at eight o'clock tomorrow."

He said, bent his lips against her ear, and said, "Wait for your husband."

"I'm leaving." Gu Chuyan said, and left with the housekeeper.

Xiao Mohan put his hands behind his back, turned around and looked to one side, he wanted to take her there, but it's a pity...

"Master." Han Changqing had already arrived, stood respectfully behind him, and said in a low voice, "It's ready."

Xiao Mohan listened, he turned his head to look, Gu Chuyan and the butler had already disappeared from his sight.

"Ah Qing, go pick someone up." Xiao Mohan lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

After hearing this, Han Changqing said excitedly, "Master, this...."