The night is clear, the stars are shining, the dense mountain forest is swaying branches, and the cool breeze shuttles through the forest. The owl cooed, but there was no other sound, and the milky white coupe rumbled and slowed forward at a low speed, stopping at the end of the four-row wide road.

Sitting in the car, Midong took out the key from her handbag and activated the button.

With a creak, the double-leaf iron gate more than seven meters wide slowly opened. The parapet fence extends to the left and right, and the courtyard is completely shaded by shrubs planted on the inner side of the road, and clumps of pine needles and firs on both sides of the road.

Midong whistled lightly and stepped on the accelerator, causing the car to slowly drive into the iron gate, smoothing the stone slabs.

As a famous family that started in the Meiji era, it is quite surprising that the residence of the Miyamoto clan is a large Western-style house.

The Western-style pavilion is in the shape of a door, with a height of three floors, which is not easy to see clearly in the middle of the night, and the appearance is suspected to be gray marble. The iconic minaret is non-existent, but its iconic pointed arches give it a strong Gothic style, but the countless sashes are full of obvious German Bavarian style.

windows, countless windows.

It was dark at night, and most of the mansion's windows were glowing orange-yellow, like an upside-down Empire State Building, with all the bright sashes densely dotted with the concrete behemoth. From the left wing to the right wing, from the first floor to the third floor, there are ten or twenty windows, and the total number of windows in the entire mansion is at least sixty, and most of them are lit.

"Good guy, how much is this electricity?"

Mi Dong smiled wryly and slowly drove the car to the parking space.

The garden is huge, and there are even three hundred-foot-tall fir trees, and of course there is no shortage of garages, but Mei Dong has no time to look for anything at this time. The parking space is empty, and in a large area, only one South Korean Hyundai is extended, which is really far from the coupe that Midong has at hand.

Now is not the time to take a closer look at the outer courtyard of this mansion, turn off the door and get out of the car, Meidong detoured the parking area paved with a stone road, did not set foot in the green grass, and stood in front of the main entrance of this mansion along the back stone road that extended from the main entrance.

When I got closer, I could see it clearly, and sure enough, it was a gray marble shell. The main entrance steps are nine steps high, and the top of the double gate is a pointed vault.

In addition, or as a symbol of the family coat of arms, a large letter "M" hangs in the center of the vault, red in color and in the shape of a flower.

Midong stared at the emblem steadily, but she didn't stop, stepping up the steps in her little brown leather shoes.

Level three, level six, and finally level nine, her movements were naturally relaxed without a hint of stiffness. The angle was higher, and she didn't continue to raise her head stupidly, but just looked squarely at the double open door and looked towards the upper right corner.

The long barrel probe is always working.

The next second, there was a creak, and the door opened.

Midong raised her eyebrows abruptly.

There was a gap in the door, and a middle-aged maid with a horse's face stood in the doorway, dressed in black and white, looking at her with a blank face.

Reina Harada, the head maid of the Miyamoto family, is 50 years old this year. Dark circles under the eyes are thick, bags under the eyes are plump, the skin quality is extremely poor, and the mouth is pouted like a kangaroo.

In this boundless long moment, the elegant girl looked at her steadily, and the slightly cold air suddenly became even more depressed.

"Miss Moko."

The next second, the middle-aged maid bowed and greeted: "You are finally back." ”

Call......

The pressure in the chest cavity was indeed relieved.

Midong also nodded to her and said, "Reina-san." ”

That's it, that's it, she followed Miyamoto Moko's advice.

The maid chief Ling Naguo didn't say anything more, but just turned sideways to make way for the doorway. Mei Dong didn't say much, just carried a Prada handbag belonging to another person, walked into the mansion with a relaxed pace and a nervous mood.

Super gorgeous.

This is Midong's first impression.

The layout of the vestibule, as is often seen in the "Pavilion Series" animation, with smooth marble floors, luxurious gold crystal chandeliers of the Palace of Versailles, carved walls, and a wide main building that can be placed horizontally on a car. Meidong didn't know whether to appreciate the chandelier, or look at the dragon's head mahogany carving on the handrail of the building, everything is so shocking.

"Miss Moko."

The maid chief Reina closed the door, walked to the back of her side and said, "Your previous phone number, Mrs. Shizuko has known your approximate time of going home, and is now waiting in the tea room on the second floor." Please go quickly, and I'll carry the luggage in the trunk of the car. ”

Midong looked back and said, "Okay, thank you." ”

In the tea room on the second floor, Midong's heart hangs high. God knows exactly where that house is, Miyamoto Moko has indeed drawn a map for her, but with that two-dimensional level of cognition, she, an ordinary person who has never been trained in special forces, can really quickly find her target in an unfamiliar environment......

"Moko!"

On the second floor of the central staircase, when Midong stepped on it with countless reveries, a gentle and concerned call had captured all her attention.

"Ah......h

She turned to look down the corridor on the left.

This is a graceful woman, dressed in a long black dress, with a goose face and white skin, black hair and elegant hair, pearl earrings and necklaces like her daughter. The person who came was Miyamoto Moko's mother, whose name was Shizuko, and as her name suggested, she was a gentle and graceful woman.

As a wealthy man of a large family, Shizuko Miyamoto, who has married her husband three times, should be about forty-five years old this year, but she seems to be younger than a thirty-year-old woman. And those single young women who are really 29+1 have absolutely no unique temperament that she has been a mother for 20 years.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I've been worried about the long delay in my trip."

Midong read the predetermined lines solemnly, and looked at the woman intently, even feeling jealous. Look at the egg-like white and elastic skin, look at the bumpy and uneven figure, and look at the swaying waist and hips when she walks towards herself......

"You're really freaking out Mommy, Moko!"

Shizuko had stepped forward and gently hugged her daughter.

That's what it is...... A mother's hug?

The warm body was attached to himself, and an uncontrollable warm feeling suddenly surged into his heart.

But it was completely unexpected by Mito, and before she could deeply understand the feeling of maternal love, she heard Shizuko Miyamoto murmuring in her ear, panicked and timid.

"Two weeks, Mozi, you've only hung up a few phone calls. I thought you'd just leave and never come back! ”

"Arnold, Arnold......"

"Now, Mozi."

Mother let go of her hug, put her hands on Mito's cheeks, first looked at her deeply, and then hugged her tightly.

"Now, Mozi, remember, you must remember. Mom will always be on your side, Mom will always be Mozi's mother, you must remember! ”

The next line is completely the constant repetition of this sentence. Shizuko Miyamoto looked so affectionate, hugged her daughter who had been traveling for two weeks, and kept repeating those two inherent lines. This special situation really made another party stunned at the scene, and his eyes were constantly wandering.

Midong hugged the woman and glanced diagonally to the side.

The maid chief Reina was standing three meters away, staring at the open space in front of her with an expressionless face and unsquinting.

I have a weird feeling......