Royal Mountain.

The villa in front of him is completely different from the depression he saw last time, Lao Wu has renovated the yard, all the green plants, including the canna, are kept vibrant, and the house is also placed with a lot of flowers as before.

Because Guan Mufeng did not explicitly object, he also had the courage to hire a housekeeper and a few servants to take care of it, and the big house with more popularity finally became lively. Qiao Yingying walked in behind Guan Mufeng, looking at everything familiar in front of her, with a little sigh. Coming full circle, this is the third time she's back here.

"Sir, where do you put all this luggage?" the housekeeper asked Guan Mufeng as she moved her little luggage into the house.

Qiao Yingying was looking at a large pot of brightly colored geraniums at the corner of the stairs, and was a little nervous when she heard this sentence for some reason, and then Guan Mufeng's faint voice came from her ears: "Put it in the guest room on the second floor." ”

She was slightly stunned, as if relieved but faintly sad. When he was at the airport, he was so gentle, but in a blink of an eye, he became cold again, as if he wanted to be separated from her by a thousand feet. But she quickly figured out that she was probably acting in front of her mother before, and this was his real attitude.

The joy of being here was gone, and she hung her head, hiding the emotions from her face, and went upstairs with the butler. Guan Mufeng stood in place for a moment before returning to his room.

Qiao Yingying's room didn't seem to have changed much, the bed was still covered with the quilt she had covered before, the curtains were still the small beige flowers she liked very much, and even the owl alarm clock at the head of the bed was still in the same place. But she knew that everything was different.

Putting the clothes in the closet one by one, and arranging the desk back into its original shape, she sat on the edge of the bed, watching the sun go down little by little, silent, until the butler knocked on the door.

"Miss Qiao, dinner is ready. The butler's polite voice came from outside, and she came to her senses, got up, opened the door, and walked out.

On the dining table in the living room, four dishes and one soup have been prepared, but no one else is in sight. After Qiao Yingying sat down, she waited for a while, but she didn't see Guan Mufeng come out, nor did she see the housekeeper go to invite her.

"Sir, won't he come down to dinner?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Guan, he's out, you don't have to wait, Miss, please dine." The butler replied, and put a bowl of rice in front of her.

"Is this so..."Qiao Yingying's already depressed mood fell again, and in the face of these well-cooked dishes, she couldn't raise a trace of appetite, and reluctantly ate some and put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"Butler, I'll go out for a walk and I'll be back later. Her chest was so tight that she seemed to be out of breath, Qiao Yingying got up and walked towards the door, but the housekeeper followed in a few steps and stopped her.

"Miss Qiao, it's cold outside, bring this shawl on. The butler said, handing over a cashmere shawl.

"Thank you. She smiled slightly, reached out to take it, and went straight out the door.

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The moment she opened the door, the cold air in her face made her shiver, but the cold and exciting hurry made her feel refreshed and not so dull.

Looking up at the starry sky, there were only a few sparse and sparse, but they were very bright, flashing and shining. In a few days it will be New Year's Day, and the year will come to an end, like a blink of an eye, and as long as centuries.

The winter night was very dark and cold, and the camphor and shrubs beside the road were still bright green and green, and there was no trace of the season, so she walked slowly on the quiet path, and she was in a better mood but soon felt a little cold, so she wrapped the shawl given by the butler around her body. The shawl is extremely light and soft, but the thin layer is extraordinarily warm, and it must be worth a lot.

She had never paid attention to these before, but now she even remembered how many dimes the vegetables had risen. The grinding of life has made her grow up day by day, and she is no longer the ignorant little girl she used to be. She doesn't hate this kind of change, but she has a sense of accomplishment, which can give her enough confidence and determination to face all kinds of ups and downs in the present and future.

But how is she going to let go of her husband?

She finally mustered up a little bit of spirit, and sat down on the bench by the lake, holding her chin to look at the reflection of the moon on the lake, and before she knew it, she fell into a trance.

The time was getting later and later, and the housekeeper couldn't wait for Qiao Yingying to come back, so he couldn't help but be a little anxious, and decided to go out to find her after hesitating for a while. But before he could go out, Guan Mufeng stepped into the house.

"Sir is back. He hurriedly stepped forward to reach out to pick up his coat, Guan Mufeng paused for a moment before handing over the clothes.

After changing his shoes, he walked straight up the stairs to get back to his room. His gaze swept across her room upstairs, his thin lips pursed, and unknown emotions crossed his eyes.

"How is she?" he paused.

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment before he understood who he was asking, and hurriedly replied, "Miss Qiao went out for a walk after eating, and she hasn't come back yet." ”

Guan Mufeng frowned, it's past nine o'clock now, and if you haven't come back, do you like to blow cold wind outside?

Seeing that he didn't speak, the housekeeper became a little nervous, and was about to go out to find her, but Guan Mufeng turned around and walked towards the door first.

"I'll go to her, you let the kitchen boil some hot soup. He left this sentence, took his coat and went out, walking directly in the direction of the artificial lake.

After Qiao Yingying was stunned for a while, she was blown back to her senses by a gust of cold wind, and the coldness of her body made her shiver. But she didn't want to go back, remembering the physical training that Guan Mufeng took her to do in the past, she suddenly became interested, pulled her hair up, moved her joints and began to run along the lake. After the two of them went back and forth, her body was warm, and she was still unsatisfied, so she stomped her feet and began to jump long.

When Guan Mufeng arrived, he saw her jumping along the curb, and he didn't know what she was going to do, so he didn't show up, standing behind the bush around the corner and watching quietly.

Qiao Yingying jumped a few times, measured the distance with her feet and found that she was not as far as before, she was very dissatisfied, pouted unconvinced, rolled up her sleeves, and began to practice over and over again.

It's probably been a long time since she has exercised like this, and she is very energetic, but her physical strength is gradually exhausted. The last time she jumped out with enough momentum, but she couldn't stop it in time, and she fell to the ground with a tingling pain in her palm.

The curvature of Guan Mufeng's mouth disappeared suddenly, and he was about to walk out as soon as he moved, but he saw Qiao Yingying quickly stand up, clapped his hands neatly, returned to the starting point and started again, without being affected in the slightest. His eyes moved slightly, a hint of surprise crossed his eyebrows, and he slowly withdrew his steps.

Qiao Yingying jumped a few times again, and finally approached her best score, and finally got a little tired, so she simply sat down on the curb and rested for a while.

The lake was planted with tall sycamores, and at this time there were only bare branches left, Qiao Yingying looked at these branches of different shapes with interest, and found that there was actually a leaf hanging on the treetops, which did not look very tall.

On a whim again, she got up and walked over, raising her arms to try to pluck the crumbling sycamore leaf. Just as she was bouncing and trying to reach up, a slender hand suddenly appeared in her field of vision, and she easily plucked the leaves.

"This one is still out and not coming home, just to pick this leaf?" a deep voice sounded behind her, not very pleasant. Her eyes widened suddenly, her heart fluttered, and after a while, she slowly turned around, hung her head and called out in a sullen voice: "Sir." ”