Sima Yue and Wang Jun stood in the lobby waiting for the 'elevator'.

The so-called elevator is naturally not as modern as the elevator, but the principle is the same.

In an elegantly decorated room, as soon as one enters it, shake a brass bell hanging inside, and the people on it will know, and then they will manually activate the device and let the 'elevator' go up.

It sounds a bit like the kind of hanging basket that you use to carry things around the house.

As soon as Zheng Xun and Wang Jun appeared at the door of Mingyue Tower, the young man immediately stepped forward and respectfully bent down and called the patriarch.

So Sima Yue guessed at that time that the person who booked the ninth-floor private room was afraid that it was Wang Jun. And according to the incident in the pharmacy last time, I am afraid that this Mingyue Tower is also the property of his Taiyuan Wang family.

So, how much net worth does this Wang Jun have?

Sima Yue felt that he was about to be a little confused.

And the next development can be described as a peak and loop.

Sima Yue's willingness was to leave Mingyue Tower and find another restaurant to eat.

It's really facing Wang Jun, she feels that whatever she eats is a little difficult to swallow. And she glanced at Sima Xuan and Ning Kang's expressions, and it was obvious that they also had the same thoughts as her.

Students and teachers eat together, and it is not always enjoyable.

But Wang Jun, who didn't want to say more than half a word in front of the students, took the initiative to ask them this time, do you want to eat together?

Since the dean has taken the initiative to invite them, it would be a little clueless if they didn't agree.

So Sima Xuan nodded and agreed on behalf of them.

Mingyue is nine floors high, so naturally the guests will not really want to climb up by themselves, so the young man respectfully and enthusiastically led them to take the 'elevator'.

Zheng Xun didn't have a master's frame at this meeting, so he just hooked up with Sima Xuan and a few of them, and the brothers called each other.

After the 'elevator' door opened, he let Sima Xuan, Ning Kang and Cui Hu in, and then walked in with his feet up.

Sima Yue was about to walk in later, but he didn't want to be stopped by him, and said with a smile: "Princess Duanhua, please stay." This room can only fit up to four people at a time, and if you have more, you'll be overweight, so you and Zishang should wait here. ”

After that, he didn't wait for her to speak, and directly reached out to shake the copper bell hanging on the side.

With a thud, the elevator door was closed, and then it slowly ascended.

Sima Yue:

She doesn't want to be alone with Wang Jun.

She stood stiff, praying that the elevator would come down sooner.

The footsteps behind him were gentle, and then the tip of his nose smelled a faint fragrance of pine wood.

I didn't want to look back at her, but I knew that it must have been Wang Jun who came to her side.

Sima Yue immediately remembered that Wang Jun had scratched her palm before, and she didn't know if it was a psychological effect, she now always felt that her palm also had some itchy touch.

So she hurriedly lowered her head, looked at her nose and nose, and looked at her heart, and the old monk stood there without moving.

Out of the corner of the eye, you can glimpse the corner of the silver-white brocade robe next to it, with dark lines of bamboo leaves on it, shining through the bright candlelight in the lobby.

Sima Yue twisted his fingers a little nervously, and at the same time secretly spit on himself for his cowardice at this moment.

She thinks she is actually a very timid and fat person, but how could she be like this when she touched Wang Jun?

Fortunately, waiting for the 'elevator', Wang Jun didn't take the initiative to say anything, nor did she make any moves that would make her misunderstood.

Sima Yue not only did not relax, but became more vigilant.

She felt that this was Wang Jun's cleverness. More appropriately, this is Wang Jun's insidiousness.

Every time you don't care, he will tease you as if you were nothing, and then wait until you are suspicious, frightened, and about to say something, but he retracts his tentacles in time, and instantly transforms into a calm and noble Sven face. And when you are vigilant and always watch out for him, he puts on a light and breezy appearance, and the two of us are not familiar with each other at all, and then when you are relaxed, he will secretly stretch out his tentacles to tease you

The point is, you can't say anything about him. If you open your mouth to question him, maybe he can still say with a straight face that you think too much, he doesn't mean that at all, and you will be so angry that you vomit blood from internal injuries and die in seconds.

So against a sinister scum like Wang Jun, Sima Yue felt that he had no chance of winning at all.

And obviously, Wang Jun is walking lightly now, and the two of us are not familiar with the calm tone.

All the way calmly, I waited until the 'elevators' came down.

But every hair on Sima Yue's body was still on guard.

The door of the 'elevator' opened, and Wang Jun, who was still a gentleman, walked in first, stretched out his hand and pressed on the door, raised his chin slightly, and motioned for Sima Yue to come in.

Sima Yue:

I always feel that this is not just an 'elevator', but a wolf's den.

But don't say it's a wolf's den, even if it's a tiger's den, she has to break in.

In the end, under Wang Jun's indifferent gaze, she walked into the 'elevator'.

In line with the fact that Wang Jun is also her literary master and dean, she is not easy to offend, so after entering the 'elevator', she took the initiative to shake the copper bell hanging in the corner.

But just as her hand was gripping the brass bell, another hand reached over to shake the brass bell.

The warm big hand just wrapped her hand completely.

Sima Yue hurriedly retracted his hand like an electric shock.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

In his ears was Wang Jun's slightly resentful and complaining voice.

Afraid that he would take her hand under the pretext that her hands were cold and that he wanted to warm her up, Sima Yue hurriedly pulled one of his hands into his sleeves.

In this way, unless he really came and pulled him shamelessly, he didn't want to touch her hand under any excuse.

"Hehe," she replied with a smile, "in winter, your hands will inevitably be cold." ”

Wang Jun glanced at her, knowing the meaning behind her actions.

But he didn't open his mouth to break it, just reached out and shook the copper bell.

A crisp sound sounded, and soon, the 'elevator' slowly rose.

The speed of the 'elevator' rising was very slow, and Sima Yue, who was slow, couldn't wait to climb the stairs by himself.

There wasn't much space inside, she stood in front, and Wang Jun stood behind her. Although I couldn't see him, there was silence inside, and even each other's breathing could be clearly heard.

And as time goes by, the silent ambiguity index in this small space is almost bursting.

In order to break this ambiguous index that has been rising in a straight line, Sima Yue spoke: "The person who designed this Mingyue Tower and this small room that will rise is really powerful. ”

"Really?" I can't hear any rhetorical questions.

"yes." Sima Yue nodded sincerely.

After a moment of silence, a smiling voice sounded slowly behind him: "Oh, thank you princess for the compliment." I designed these things. ”

Sima Yue really had the urge to open the 'elevator' door now, and then jump down head-first.

At this moment, the ambiguity index in this small space has dropped a lot, but the embarrassment index has risen in a straight line.

But fortunately, I quickly reached the ninth floor.

As soon as the 'elevator' door opened, Wang Jun stretched out his hand to stop the elevator door, signaling Sima Yue to go out first, and then he walked out with his feet and walked forward side by side with her.

Sima Yue originally thought that the ninth floor of the Mingyue Building was the same as what she saw below, surrounded by a circle of elegantly decorated seats in the middle, but when she came up, she found that there was only one elegant seat above the top floor.

Hollow carved wooden lattice windows, antique tables and chairs, calligraphy and paintings of celebrities from all dynasties, various seasonal flowers and bonsai, and even books, pianos and chess. It's like a dining room, it's a small living room and study.

In addition to this room, the rest of the roof is the corridor meandering, the octagonal pavilion is on it, the rockery is beside the green bamboo, and the koi in the pool is leisurely.

It's a fucking villa in the sky.

It's too extravagant!!

Sima Yue was dumbfounded.

And the few who came up first, except for Zheng Xun, who is estimated to be a frequent visitor to this sky villa, the others still have a confused look on their faces and haven't come back to their senses.

Speaking of which, Sima Xuan was born in the royal family, Cui Hu is from the Boling Cui family, and Ning Kang is also a second-class official in the court, and the three of them are all children of the powerful, and they also have a lot of silver, but they are not so rich.

In addition to Cui Hu's joy and anger, Sima Xuan and Ning Kang looked at Wang Jun with a strong message such as asking the dean to accept my knees.

But it was clear that Wang Jun was not interested in either of their knees.

He was interested in what the kitten standing next to him thought of his villa in the sky.

After seeing that Sima Yue's face was also shocked, he finally raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction.

Or next time he could invite her like this: How about coming to my sky villa? Or to put it bluntly: If you want, how about this sky villa, including this Mingyue Tower, and even the other qiē that I own?

As long as you want to belong to me.

But now he is in no hurry to do so.

The kitten was too sensitive, and he was afraid that if he attacked too quickly, she would be frightened and turn and run away. There's a long road ahead, so take your time.