Chapter 773: The Mysterious Ruler

Before Qiao was only eighteen years old, when he was in Jiangcheng, he didn't know that there was such a family.

Maybe they were too mysterious, or maybe it was because she didn't care much about people outside of the Night's Court.

She sat in the back seat of the car and looked out the window.

In this private residence, the outer wall alone stretches for several miles, not to mention how luxurious the interior of the private residence is.

In Qiao's only mind, he immediately jumped out of the adjectives that the people who came to her during the day: the descendants of the royal family, the circle respectfully calls this man the little prince, he acts arrogantly and lasciviously, absurdly and arbitrarily, and runs rampant in Jiangcheng.

Joe is the only one who is not uninformed, but the house in front of her really makes her a little breathtaking.

It is not uncommon to have a private island abroad, but it is rare to have such a place in country A.

The car stayed at the gate for about ten seconds, and no guard came to open the door, and the two people in the car were scanned through the infrared recognition system, and the door in front of it slowly opened.

The car bypassed the road with nine bends and eighteen bends, and drove for nearly five minutes or so before reaching the main entrance of the heavy building.

Joe is the only one who designs houses, so he naturally knows that the attention to the large garden boulevard at the entrance is probably related to the feng shui of ancient times.

Before she could draw a map in her mind, someone greeted her outside the car door, "Miss Fu Qiao, please get out of the car." ”

The only thing Joe didn't know was what kind of means King's Landing used to arrange her in, but the people who invited her over obviously knew that she was an eighteenth-tier star.

She then grabbed the hem of her skirt and stepped out of the car.

Joe is the only one who thinks that after he dresses up, he should be the type that can make people look at it one or two more.

However, the servant who received her in front of her seemed to have long been accustomed to a woman with her appearance and temperament, and just glanced at her lightly, then turned around and led her inside.

Qiao Weiwei couldn't help but raise his brows slightly, and then silently followed behind the servant.

The house was amazingly large, and Joe was the only one who followed the maid to the back room, and couldn't help but look at the interior decoration style.

Normally, the character of an ordinary person can be reflected by his interior decoration of the house.

The owner of the heavy building looks like a person who likes luxury style, but it is very beautiful, and the luxury does not make people feel tacky, and the high-end black and gray tones are cleverly integrated into the post-modern style, comfortable and atmospheric.

"Miss Fu Qiao, please go take a shower and change clothes first." The servant took Qiao Wei to the door of a room, bowed his head slightly to Qiao Wei, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Qiao Wei thought for a moment and asked, "...... the little prince?"

The maid seemed to have seen a lot of anxious women like Joe, and replied with a blank face, "You'll see him in an hour." ”

Without further questioning, Joe turned and went into the room.

There were two servants waiting in the room, who seemed to have come to serve her in the bath.

Qiao was stunned, and the two walked straight towards her, and immediately started to help her undress.

Joe only subconsciously wanted to resist, but when he thought of his current image as a delicate little star, he immediately held back and let them fiddle.

"There are two flavors he likes, one is citrus lemon and the other is Louis XIV flower dew, which one does Miss Fu Qiao like?" The maid who served Joe's only bath asked softly as she changed into a silk bathrobe.

Jo only felt that the owner of the house would not like the smell of citrus lemon, and that the scent was too fresh to suit her.

She thought for a moment and replied casually: "Louis XIV dew." ”