"Thank you!" Xia Yucheng secretly felt that Feng Hao, Lily, Zhu Huan, and those who often followed Feng Hao did not look like pure Chinese.

Compared with the enthusiasm and casualness of the Chinese, they have less cordiality and more respect. For a while, a question popped up in her mind, who is Feng Hao?

He is said to be a businessman, but the careful respect of these people around him does not look like that kind of money-employment relationship at all.

That kind of respect that comes from the heart and penetrates into the bones cannot be bought with money.

"I'll go take a look at the study......," she said with a smile, heading in the direction of the study.

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The door of the study was open, so Xia Yucheng was easy to find, but there was no shadow of wind in the huge study.

The decoration style in the study is in the same vein as the baroque style in the villa, which is so calm, so low-key, but so luxurious.

The bookcase against the wall is filled with all kinds of books in various languages, and it looks like Feng Hao should be a very studious man. However, it is also possible that it is used to decorate the room. Thinking of this, she secretly laughed.

Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to a simple and elegant low cabinet with a completely different decoration style from this place.

She approached the low cabinet, on which lay a sandalwood knife holder, and on top of it was a beautifully crafted knife.

Behind them stands a picture frame with a picture of a man.

The man was tall, standing under the cherry blossom tree, wearing a patterned feather hakama. His hands were folded in front of his chest, and his fine hair hung down in front of his forehead.

His handsome face had deep brown eyes with a faint glow of a charming amber glow. The thin lips are gently hooked upward, showing a bit of uninhibitedness.

He had a knife hanging from his waist, and it was the one that appeared in front of her.

A beautiful man, an absolute beautiful man.

But this beautiful man's handsome face looks so familiar, is it Fenghao?

Xia Yucheng leaned forward again, carefully examined the photo, and found that the beautiful man in it was not Feng Hao, but his handsome and extraordinary appearance was indeed very similar to Feng Hao.

This is really a handsome face that is enough to turn all beings upside down, especially the good-looking arc of the grin at the corner of his mouth, which is bewitching in the flying petals.

The person who took the picture of him must be a woman, and it must be the woman that this man loves deeply, otherwise his eyes will never reveal the kind of tenderness that can drown people.

His satisfaction and pleasure were as if the whole world was in front of him, a world that belonged to him alone.

Xia Yucheng secretly praised the beautiful man in the photo in her heart, while admiring the exquisite knife on the knife holder.

The scabbard of this knife has two metal rings woven with ribbons interspersed with each other, and that is to make it easy to carry. The ribbon is connected to the pure gold object by a small piece of metal, and the head of the scabbard is also wrapped in metal.

The entire blade of the knife looked smooth and beautifully decorated, and she couldn't help but reach out to stroke it.

"That's a man's knife, women can't touch it!" Behind him, a gorgeous voice suddenly sounded, it was Feng Hao.

"God, I'm scared to death...... frightened Xia Yucheng quickly withdrew his hand and slapped his heart a few times in a row, "You...... Do you walk without sound?"

"It's that you're paying too much attention. Feng Hao pulled her into his arms and said softly, "Here, except for me, no one dares to appear behind you like this, what are you afraid of?

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