The Dragon from Hell

Since Butler Qian had said so, Qin Feng did not say anything more.

The car drove all the way and drove to Chen Chuqing's house in Nanling.

This house was given to her by the aunt, and even the old housekeeper Qian Chuan was specially transferred to take care of her.

Chen Chuqing did not come to Nanling very often, only once a year, but every time she came back, the old lady was very happy and even moved to her house to live with her for a few days.

Although it was said that other relatives of the Qian family had no feelings for her, they had a very good relationship with the old lady.

This mansion was not only gorgeous, but also looked a bit old at first glance.

But Qin Feng could see at a glance that this house was obviously a well-preserved house from the Republic of China.

And even in the Republic of China, it was definitely inhabited by the rich, and the facilities inside were very complete.

Apart from anything else, if this house was put up for auction, there would be no sun that could not be sold at a price.

It can be seen that the old lady dotes on Chen Chuqing. No wonder she keeps in touch with the Qian family even if she doesn't get along well with other relatives.

As soon as An Jiuxiao entered the house, he saw a painting hanging on the wall: "I didn't expect there is an original work of Master Qi here."

An Jiuxiao looks ordinary, just a twenty-year-old rookie, and his clothes are not gorgeous. After entering Nanling City, he kept looking around curiously at the bustling big city, like a country bumpkin entering the city.

But after entering the door, he not only recognized the original work of Master Qi at a glance, but also the other precious calligraphy and paintings on display.

And his face was calm, without any surprise or envy of these priceless antique calligraphy and paintings.

Qin Feng glanced at him and said nothing.

Instead, Qian Chuan asked lightly: "Does this young gentleman also like calligraphy and painting?"

He didn't ask An Jiuxiao "Can you also understand calligraphy and painting"?

Instead, he asked in a more polite and tactful way, which immediately made people feel more comfortable.

As expected of someone who has been in a big family like the Qian family for decades, the art of speaking makes people feel happy physically and mentally.

An Jiuxiao scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "I can't say I like it, I just see a lot and understand a little."

Hearing this, Qian Chuan remained calm and still maintained a polite smile, but a hint of mystery flashed in his eyes.

Qin Feng looked at An Jiuxiao and felt that it was a bit interesting.

Before, An Jiuxiao felt novel when he took a plane and went to a big city.

He would feel excited when he saw a handsome luxury car whizzing away.

But a luxury car costs millions, and the expensive ones are only tens of millions.

It would be fine if he didn't understand calligraphy and painting, but if he did, he would know that if the calligraphy and paintings in this room were replaced with luxury cars, they could fill the entire parking lot, and there would be no market for them.

But his attitude was obviously not as excited as when he saw the luxury car, and when he said "I've seen a lot", there was no pride in his tone.

It seems that the so-called "sect" he came from is not that poor.

Or, for these so-called "sects", what they pursue is no longer money, but more spiritual.

However, in front of Qian Chuan, Qin Feng did not ask more.

Qian Chuan took them to their respective rooms and left.

He was Chen Chuqing's housekeeper and could live directly in the main house, but he still went to the office in the annex building and made a phone call.

When the call was connected, he said respectfully to the other end: "The person has arrived. This person seems ordinary at the moment, but one of his subordinates is unfathomable..."

Qin Feng didn't know who Qian Chuan reported his situation to. After arriving, he called Chen Chuqing first and told him that he had moved into the house. The latter said that he would go to Nanling tomorrow.

He mentioned Qian Sujin's illness, but Chen Chuqing had already received the news. She had official business, so she hung up the phone.

Then he called Zhai Lu, who helped him manage Xingsheng, and discussed the company's affairs.

As for the business in Chuanzhong... he didn't need to intervene.

Whether it was Qinghai's shares or Huangying Xu's company, he didn't need to care too much, just wait for the dividends.

The hands-off shopkeeper was relieved.

Then he asked when Zhang Hang would arrive, and when he learned that it would be a few days later, he hung up the phone to rest.

During this period, he chatted with An Jiuxiao. If the old lady's condition was not serious when he met her tomorrow, they didn't need to worry about it.

Unless the doctors invited by the Qian family were helpless with the condition, he would make an introduction.

Otherwise, it was really impolite to interfere in other people's family affairs at will, so as not to cause trouble like Jiang Xiaohan.

The next morning, Chen Chuqing sat in the mostThe early flight arrived in Nanling, and then went straight to Qin Feng's house.

It can be seen that she has been very busy these days. She didn't put on makeup when she arrived, and her face looked a little haggard.

However, this pale color made her look more pitiful.

"You are here."

Qin Feng went out to pick her up. Seeing that she looked haggard, he didn't say much: "I went out to buy some breakfast. Eat some first. They are all hot."

"Okay." Chen Chuqing smiled charmingly at him and walked into the house with him.

Neither of them said anything ambiguous or greasy, but after entering the house, there were not only a few baskets of hot soup dumplings on the table, but also a bowl of hot porridge, a few fried dough sticks, and even a bowl of clear soup noodles.

"It's early in the morning, and we just got off the plane. It's not suitable to eat greasy food."

Qin Feng set the dishes and asked Chen Chuqing and An Jiuxiao to sit down: "This clear soup noodles is simple, but my aunt made this for me when I was uncomfortable and tired before."

"Every time I finish a bowl, I drink a bowl of noodle soup, and I feel better."

"My cooking skills are not as good as hers, so you have to make do with it for now."

The method of making clear soup noodles is simple, but it is difficult to make them delicious.

At this time, Chen Chuqing really had no interest in any big fish or meat, but seeing this bowl of clear soup noodles made her appetite soar.

More importantly, a warm current spread from the heart to the stomach.

"Okay, thank you."

Chen Chuqing picked up the chopsticks to eat noodles. An Jiuxiao, who was sitting opposite her, carefully searched around the table, then pointed at himself and asked Qin Feng: "Brother Feng, where are my noodles?"

Qin Feng glanced at him: "Are you busy with work? Are you also catching a plane? Isn't such a big table of breakfast enough for you?"

An Jiuxiao was directly frustrated by his barrage of questions and buried his head in eating buns.

At this time, Chen Chuqing saw that there was only a bowl of clear soup noodles on the table. Qin Feng seemed to know what she was going to ask, and he said directly: "There is not enough ingredients here."

Seeing his serious look, Chen Chuqing laughed: "Mr. Qin seems to be guilty, but I haven't asked anything yet..."