The world under the mountain is turbulent, but the garden on the mountain is calm. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Oh, or maybe there are occasional ripples, after all, there's still a Wenjun, isn't it?

Zhao Qinghan checked his clothes again and confirmed that there was nothing wrong before nodding and leaving the bedroom.

Out of the living room door, the old man was sitting on a stool in the courtyard.

Zhao Qinghan took two steps forward, and after seeing clearly that the old man was not sitting directly on the stone bench, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Old man, it's cold outside, why don't you go into the house?" ”

The old man smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay, old man, I'm in good health." Besides, isn't there a mat? Out of the way. ”

Zhao Qinghan was blocked by the old man's words, and when he saw the old man's undoubted look, he had no choice but to shake his head and smile, "Okay, okay, old man, you can do whatever you say!" ”

"You girl!" The old man scolded with a smile: "Don't hurry up, maybe those old guys have already gone down the mountain." ”

Zhao Qinghan looked at the old man who was smiling and couldn't see his teeth and eyes, and stepped forward to hold the old man, "Okay, let's go, we can't let the guests wait for a long time." ”

The old man deliberately wore a dark red Tang suit today, reflecting the old man's red face, and the old man was in good spirits.

"There are friends from afar, don't you say it?" It's probably the old man's mood now, but isn't he too excited?

It was only half an hour since the old man received the call and now he left, and it only took half an hour for them to drive down the mountain. And it would take at least an hour and a half for the old people to get to the bottom of the mountain from the meeting place, and it was really too early for them to go to the mountain.

Zhao Qinghan understands the truth, why doesn't the old man understand? But it is rare to have old friends, although the old man does not say it, but those old people are all former comrades-in-arms of the old man, and how can they not be happy when they have a lifelong friendship.

Zhao Qinghan saw that the old man was emotional, and there was a light in his eyes, so he knew that the old man was too excited, so if the old man likes it, let him follow the old man's house, it's a big deal to drive slowly on the road, and you can also let the old man go to Qingyan Pavilion to have a look, just pass the time.

When the old man and Zhao Qinghan came to the front hall, the housekeeper was already waiting there, and at the entrance of the garden was an extended RV, what brand Zhao Qinghan didn't know, because she hadn't done it so far.

I'm going to pick up a few old people today, the number of people is a bit large, and the general car can't fit at all, so I just drove this extended RV.

"Miss, it's all ready." The housekeeper stepped forward and reported to Zhao Qinghan, his face was a common happy face this week.

Why? There is probably no need to pay salaries to the garden guards, which saves an expense. There are guests here today, but ah... Those guests have all paid the accommodation fee, and they must not offend the big money owner.

Zhao Qinghan knew the butler's temperament, so he didn't break it, only nodded, and said, "Then it's troublesome for the housekeeper." ”

Zhao Qinghan turned around and came to the old man's side, opened the car door, and let the old man go in first, and then bent down to sit in the car.

The driver is the first year of junior high school, wearing a newly customized Suiyuan guard costume, handsome and unusual.

The clothes that Zhao Qinghan asked people to redesign for Sui Yuanwei before are the style that Chu Yi is wearing now, only the color is slightly different.

Away from traditional camouflage uniforms, tank tops and cotton trousers, shirts, slacks, and slim-fitting trench coats were replaced by shirts, slacks, and slim-fitting trench coats. There is no such thing as a tie, only two diamond collar buttons on the collar of the shirt, oh, this is specially made by Zhao Qinghan, it has the function of communication, and everyone in the garden guards has it on their clothes, including the mouse, but the collar buckle on the mouse is just a collar button.

The shirt is an excellent material for texture and drape, breathable and compliant, slacks are a suit style, but more casual than that, and the trench coat is a close-fitting design, hanging straight to the middle and lower thighs.

However, this clothing is not only good-looking, whether it is comfort, fit, elasticity, ductility, and breathability, it is excellent, even if it is worn on the body to fight, it is not in the way.

The weapon was tied around the waist or on the leg, and it was the custom of the gardeners.

Any one of them is a handsome guy from the garden guard, and the domineering man with iron bones, the little girl who keeps the fan blushes and heartbeats, but it's a pity that there is no little girl here.

The shirts inside are all the same, but the difference is the color of the trench coat on the outside. The trench coat on the first day of the year is black, and the guards patrolling outside are silver-gray, which is particularly easy to identify, and of course the target is particularly obvious.

If you are framed or something, it is easy to take advantage of the loophole based on the color of the clothes, although such a thing has not happened yet, but it may appear one day.

Zhao Qinghan is not stupid, he banned the clothes when he got them, and every windbreaker corresponds to everyone, and he will never be mistaken.

But this does not mean that no one can steal it, but as long as someone wears someone else's clothes, as long as a special butterfly can find the person, it is easy.

"First year of junior high school, let's go." Zhao Qinghan smiled and spoke.

No matter how many times he sees it, Zhao Qinghan will find it funny. Because in Zhao Qinghan's eyes, the first year of junior high school is not the kind of person who is suitable for wearing such a uniform, but is more suitable for clothes such as camouflage uniforms or vests.

Although there is no sense of disobedience in the current body, it makes the first year of junior high school look more and more handsome, but Zhao Qinghan just can't help but want to laugh, and inexplicably feels that such a first year is a little... Lovely?!

Oh, my God! Is she broken, how can she think the first year of junior high school is cute? Or that she is actually old, otherwise how could she radiate a benevolent light that can be called "maternal love" to a man older than her?

The old man looked at Zhao Qinghan, who was faintly smiling, and then looked at the face that was gradually darkening in the first year, he was amused in his heart, and narrowed his eyes slightly, covering the light of watching a good show in his eyes.

Zhao Qinghan saw that Chu Yi's face was developing in the direction of pitch black again, as well as the hands that were holding the steering wheel, and wisely chose to stop.

"Ahem," Zhao Qinghan coughed lightly, took his eyes off the first year of junior high school, and turned to the old man, "Is the old man interested in going to Qingyan Pavilion?" ”

The old man waved his hand, "No need, it shouldn't be where I went." ”

Zhao Qinghan looked at the old man with a smile, what is not the place he should go, just a visit, and it will not be anything. Speaking of which, Qingyan Pavilion can be described as deserted now, and those people were all sent down the mountain by Zhao Qinghan to deal with the miscellaneous affairs of the world.

When the dust settles, let them come back, but whether they can come back, or whether they can continue to stay after they come back, is uncertain.

After all, although Xiuzhen sounds powerful, if you want to do the same thing consistently, it is boring and boring, and there is even the scourge of demons, not everyone can stick to it.

Especially after they have tasted the complexities of the world, experienced the benefits of power, status, and money, it is difficult to say whether they can still maintain their true intentions. (To be continued.) )