Like a streamlined sports car from the future, it circles the mountain on Chenguang Mountain on the outskirts of Gwangkyo.

Shi Qin suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest, frowned and rubbed for a while, but it didn't get better.

Uncle Yin saw from the rearview mirror:

Mr. Shi ...... Isn't it the aftermath of the car accident that has been committed again?"

Shi Qin felt the pain slightly, and shook his head:

"It's not that it hurts like before, but it's stuffy, and my chest looks like a terrier or something, and I kind of want to ......."

Considering that he is Shi Qin, how can Asia's top traffic admit it?

He swallowed the phrase "I want to cry".

"Song Xing, wait for me to go home. ”

Farewell, Shi Qin looked out the window of the winding mountain road.

In the entire Guangjing, and even the entire Chenguo, not everyone can build buildings on Chenguang Mountain.

Along the way, luxury sports cars drove in the opposite direction, and occasionally people who drank too much shouted out the windows or stood in convertibles, as if the party that had just ended had not drained the energy of these people.

Uncle Yin sneered:

"Ms. Kim still likes to party with young people. ”

Shi Qin was noncommittal.

A woman with endless wealth and power, if she doesn't rely on parties to relieve her loneliness, what can she rely on?

The car drove through the winding mountain road, along the bamboo fence of the road, into a courtyard surrounded by evergreens and plum blossoms.

A slightly majestic gray-and-white three-storey building comes into view.

The portico is wide, in the style of Southern France.

The windows are carved windows, oiled with vermilion paint, but they are made into floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the floor-to-ceiling window, there is a chaise longue, with rhinestone buckles on the rose red velvet and shisha on the yellow teak box on the side.

Shi Qin has been with Song Xing for a long time, and his already not low aesthetics have become more and more elevated.

Looking at Kim Young-hee's messy architecture and decoration style from all over the world, it is very boring.

Chinese, Western, and Guchen architectural styles are blended together, as if the owner of the building wanted to hold the whole world in his hands, and finally became a hodgepodge of nondescript things.

There was already a helper in white clothes and black pants with long braids waiting at the door, and the leader knew that Shi Qin was not an outsider, so he directly asked Uncle Yin to park the car in the garage.

As Shi Qin walked through the porch, he stepped on a piece of sequin paper.

Shi Qin rubbed his feet on the porch steps in disgust, and asked the helper coldly.

"Where's Mother Kim?"

"Knowing that you were coming, I sent the guests away in advance, and now I am playing the piano in the Arashi Hall. ”

Shi Qin changed his shoes and walked slowly into the porch.

The house is full of modern style furniture, but there are screens in the ancient traditional style of the Chen Kingdom, passing by the Baibao Pavilion with the green jade Guanyin and the Ru kiln porcelain vase, Shi Qin heard the sound of the golden stone violin.

Like a mountain breeze slowly blowing into the ears, the large windows passing all the way, in order to put the hookah that the guests had smoked just now are open, and the white hemp curtains are blown by the cold mountain breeze in the late autumn of Guangjing, Shi Qin feels like Ning Caichen in "A Chinese Ghost Story", and has entered the lair of the tree demon grandma.

It wasn't the first time he had been to this house, but this time it scared him.

After hanging the amber bead curtain, the sound of gold and stone became louder, and the bead curtain swayed with the wind, reflecting the light of the crystal lamp of the same color on the roof, like a river of stars.

Shi Qin thought of those deep and bright eyes, and remembered that she jumped up with the little red crown on her head, blocking the flying glass bottle and unknown liquid with her flesh and blood......

She loved herself so silently and passionately that even she realized it......

In order to fulfill his promise, he lost weight from 200 pounds to a paper man......

In order to drag him out of the whole network black, please ask Mu Nanfeng......

Shi Qin gritted his teeth:

"A girl is so brave, I can't be cowardly. ”

"Mama Kim......

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

A voice as gentle as a spring breeze floated out:

"You're back?"

Shi Qin bowed his head, and his voice was low and stoic:

"Yes, I'm back. ”

As soon as the curtain moved, the crystal impact became more violent, and it was the maid who lifted the curtain, and Shi Qin slowly entered.

Inside the room, a middle-aged woman with a hairstyle from an old Shanghai celebrity is adjusting the strings intentionally or unintentionally.

The woman is slightly chubby, wearing a champagne gold and cranberry-colored traditional costume of the Chen Kingdom, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

If it weren't for Shi Qin's fact that she already knew that her son, President Kim Dae-yong, was not confused, she would definitely list the person in front of her as a young woman in her early thirties.

Jin Yingji didn't look up, but asked Shi Qin lightly in proficient Chinese.

"See Rith?"

Shi Qin nodded: "I see." ”

Kim Young-hee smiled:

"This kid is so naughty, seeing that you haven't come back from China for a long time, he has to go to you. Her heart for you is like the water of the Chenjiang River, flowing day and night. ”

Shi Qin responded calmly:

"I'm afraid, I'm going to disappoint her. ”

Such a straightforward answer did not make Jin Yingji angry, as if she had known that Shi Qin would answer like this, and still lowered her head and looked at the qin in her hand.

"Do you know what I'm playing?"

Shi Qin nodded:

"Gaya Gaoqin, we call it Gayageum in Chinese, also called Chenzheng. ”

Kim Young-hee smiled:

"That's why it's called Chenzheng, because this Gayageum is very similar to your Chinese Guzheng, and it is also a string and a pillar. There is a poet named Li Shangyin in China, and I like his poems very much--Jin Se gratuitous fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. What a delicate and moving poem. Mr. Shi, do you know what the next sentence is?"

Shi Qin nodded:

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. ”

Kim Young-hee smiled:

"You are Zhuang Sheng now, I met the butterfly in your dream, and I thought everything was true, but I don't know that idols and idols should not have a beloved at a very young age. All love is just illusory, it is something that will make people sad, the cuckoo cries blood, and makes a lot of sorrow, regardless of the men and women in the world, they can't survive the pain of love, especially idol artists. Mr. Shi, do you understand?"

Shi Qin shook his head:

"When I was in high school, I always skipped class to drink Coke, I didn't listen to much class, I knew that as an idol I shouldn't drink carbonated drinks, and I could refrain from it, but I thought, so I can restrain it, probably because I don't like it deeply enough. If you like it deeply enough, it is love, and loving someone cannot be defeated by reason. ”

Kim Young-hee put down the piano and laughed loudly, laughing so hard that the blue-green butterfly headdress on her head trembled.

"That's why I love being around young people......"

Jin Yingji slowly walked off the piano platform, looking at Shi Qin with a pair of apricot eyes, she was well maintained, there were no wrinkles at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, and her skin was smooth so that Shi Qin didn't feel that she could be proud of this.

"You are still young, and you still believe in love, and when you reach my age, you will find that love is simply an impulse, there has never been love in this world, only wealth and power are eternal, as long as you have wealth and power, you can have anyone's love. ”

Shi Qin lowered his head:

"Mother Kim, although you are my benefactor and have saved my life twice, and although your son, President Kim, is my Bole, I can't accept your arguments about love. ”

Kim Young-hee smiled:

"I thought of this for a long time, but time is the best teacher, and time will naturally give an answer to whether your so-called young love is worth it or not. You didn't come to me overnight to talk to me about you and your little girlfriend, say, what's the trouble?"

Shi Qin took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled:

"I want to amend the contract that I can't fall in love or get married during the contract period, and I ...... for that."

Shi Qin raised his head and looked at Jin Yingji fixedly:

"I'm willing to pay any price for this. As long as you can let me marry Song Xing, let me do anything. ”