At the entrance of the strict single-family villa, two guards saluted quietly at the car that was slowly entering the "Yuyuan".

Qian Xiaojue in the car was wearing sunglasses and drove his car without squinting until the red Ferrari sports car was parked safely in the garage. A man in black immediately came forward to open the door for her.

Qian Xiaojue got out of the car in his ten-inch-high black leather leopard print high heels, took off his sunglasses, handed the key in his hand to the man in black who opened the door, and said coldly: "Move all the things in the trunk and the back seat to my bedroom."

"Yes, madam."

Qian Xiaojue walked out of the garage with a cold face, walked along the path to the door of the house, entered the entrance hall and took off his high heels.

"Madam, you are back." The servant Aunt Qian put Qian Xiaojue's slippers in front of her heels. Qian Xiaojue said lightly, put on his comfortable slippers and walked in.

"Madam, do you want to take a shower or have afternoon tea?" Aunt Qian followed Qian Xiaojue and asked her as usual.

"Give me a cappuccino and send it to the room."

"yes."

"Put the pot of flower tea and send it to the flower room."

"yes."

"Then," Qian Xiaojue, who was about to go upstairs, turned around and looked at Aunt Qian who was also preparing to follow him and ordered coldly, "Don't come up and disturb me again."

Aunt Qian bowed her head respectfully and agreed submissively: "Yes, madam."

Qian Xiaojue turned his head. Even if she looked frightened, she would not be fooled by her again this time.

She clearly remembered the last time she was betrayed by her... Since then, she has sworn that she no longer trusts anyone in this family, even if it is her own home.

When he returned to the luxurious but not warm bedroom, he saw that Xiao Zhao had moved all the things in, Qian Xiaojue was a little satisfied.

He took off the black leather motorcycle jacket on his body, unbuttoned the white shirt, and while jumping to the locker room, he didn't forget to take off the jeans that stretched her legs straight. A few minutes later, Qian Xiaojue, wearing a white skirt, walked out, his hair gently tied behind his head, and his gentle and sophisticated appearance was completely different from the cold fashion just now, just like a different person.

There were some bags piled on the ground, and four pots of potted plants that had not yet bloomed today. One pot of black roses, one pot of blue roses, and two pots of lotus orchids.

The soaked cappuccino was already placed on the coffee table. Qian Xiaojue took a sip first, then put down the cup, bent down, picked up two pots of roses without any effort, turned around and went out.

There is a wooden ladder at the end of the corridor. The ladder goes up to a terrace. The glass house on the terrace and even the outside are filled with various plants she likes. Some are blooming, brightly stretching on the branches, and some are still in bud, just like these two pots in her arms.

He carefully put the two basins in his arms into the empty position in the glass room, and clapped his hands before smiling with satisfaction.

This is the most rare expression she showed in a day. Whenever she smiles like this, her husband will involuntarily kiss her, or hold her tightly in his arms and then warn coldly: "Don't show such expressions to other men!"

He was always so domineering, but she was always helpless to him.

Qian Xiaojue is very beautiful, so beautiful that he has no friend.

When she smiled, no flowers in this glass room could compare to, and when she didn't smile, even if she stood there, people would always be mistaken for it, that was a Tianshan snow lotus, right?
Chapter completed!