Entering through the side door of the mansion, you will be greeted by a large vestibule.

It was a patio-like courtyard, small but not small.

Next to it is a garage for parking, and there is no parking.

The patio is a large area of rain stones, with flowing water flowing from both sides.

Flying past the stone, the high heels stepped on, but it was a little slippery.

Song Qiyue almost slipped, but was held back by the housekeeper.

"Miss Song, the road is slippery, be careful." The butler politely helped, and he reminded with a smile.

"Okay." Song Qiyue responded with a smile and walked slower.

The place where the vestibule and the main house are connected is an open-air corridor about ten meters long, the corridor is flanked by flowing water, but there are no plants planted in the pool, the blue waves are clear, only some rocks at the bottom of the pool, but it is a little lonely.

Walking through the corridor, I finally entered the main hall, but the hall was not splendid, but dark and fragrant.

Chinese-style oriental furniture, neat and orderly, is spotlessly wiped, revealing the halo of years, very atmospheric. The peony blossom is a rich and high-quality carpet, and when you step on it, it is soft but will not lift your feet.

"Miss Song, sir, he hasn't come back yet, but Mr. has confessed, please Miss Song is here to entertain and rest by herself, sir, he will come back later." The steward conveys someone's will as if it were a holy decree.

When Song Qiyue came over, he sent a message to Mr. Mo.

And Mr. Mo came back: I'm waiting for you.

Now, who is waiting for whom?

In fact, I had already guessed that he was not there when I looked at the empty garage just now.

Song Qiyue smiled, "It's okay, I'll just wait for a while, can I visit everywhere?" ”

"Yes, Miss Song, you are free." Courtesy from the housekeeper.

Song Qiyue turned her head to take a look, and she went to the side hall.

It took some time for Song Qiyue to go around the entire Mo Mansion, and finally came to a spiral staircase at the back of the mansion.

There was an elegant compartment above the stairs, and Song Qiyue was curious, "What is it up here?" ”

"Back to Miss Song, there is the attic where the books are stored."

As soon as he heard that it was a book collection, Song Qiyue became interested, "Can I go up and have a look?" ”

"Feel free." The butler still said the same thing.

The attic of this book collection is like the spire of an ivory tower, and after entering it, I found that it was much larger than I imagined, and it actually opened up the entire floor of the mansion. A dazzling array of books, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, Song Qiyue was surprised, where is this attic, it is a small library at all!

Glancing at a book, Song Qiyue stopped in amazement.

It turned out to be an ancient book that had been strictly forbidden for a long time, and it was written about the secrets of the ancient boudoir!

Song Qiyue couldn't hide her curiosity, she took it directly, walked to the rattan chair on the side and lay down, and looked at it with relish.

Tsk, this posture is really ecstatic.

Yes? How can you still have this posture? Can it be posed?

She watched intently, but she didn't notice that someone was sneaking up from behind!

Suddenly, a tall black shadow came under the man's cover, and the ancient book in her hand was taken away!

As soon as she looked up, she saw his handsome side face, and he was smiling at her, "Niece July, your taste is really not ordinary." ”

"I'm just researching it, uncle." Song Qiyue smiled.

Mo Zhengyan bypassed her and sat down with the book, "What results have you come up with?" ”

"Hey, I haven't tried a lot of them." Song Qiyue sighed, her delicate eyelashes blinked, "I want to find someone to try." ”

This flirting is too revealing. Bone, Mo Zhengyan smiled gently, but asked, "After waiting for two hours, aren't you hungry?" ”

"I'm hungry."

"Dinner is ready, let's go eat together." Mo Zhengyan said in a low voice.

Song Qiyue nodded, but she refused to leave in the rattan chair, she suddenly stretched out her hands, and Ying Ying smiled, "Zhengyan, you take me." ”

Mo Zhengyan was stunned, as if he had never met such a clingy woman.

"Take me." His momentary pause made Song Qiyue playful.

Mo Zhengyan finally got up, walked up to her, and gently bent down and dropped his arms, and picked her up horizontally, effortlessly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck lightly, but her legs were still writhing mischievously.

Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Your courage is really big." ”

"How?"

"There has never been a woman who would ask me to do that."

"Oh, your life is so boring." She felt sorry, but he laughed out loud.