For foodies, this breakfast is still very rich.

And it suited her appetite.

"I thought you rich people's breakfasts were all bread, ham slices, or something more advanced."

"I don't like those, milk is not as good as soy milk......" Lu Wenqing said with a cup.

Of course, the main thing is that these are her favorite foods.

"Bosom friend, I think it's better to eat a bowl of small wontons than to eat bread for breakfast."

……

After eating a meal, Qiao Mai felt that this was a very good man to get along with, he didn't seem to be close to him, but he was actually quite down-to-earth, and the most important thing was that he seemed to be able to see what he wanted to do at a glance, speaking of which, it was really powerful.

After breakfast, Qiao Mai sat on the sofa and drank the tea brought by the maid, which he had not had in eighteen years since he came to this world.

While drinking tea and looking around, here is low-key and luxurious, all kinds of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, all kinds of vases placed around, the atmosphere is neat, people are very comfortable.

Qiao Mai's eyes stared at the big plum blossom picture in the center of the living room, which was very good-looking, and it was still a poem in traditional Chinese, and I probably knew it.

"This painting is so beautiful......" Qiao Mai nodded unconsciously.

Lu Wenqing raised his eyes, "If you like it, I'll send you ......"

Qiao Mai waved his hand instantly when he heard this, "No, no, I just appreciate it purely, these on this wall won't be all antiques!" ”

If it were, it would be an exaggeration.

Lu Wenqing, "Well, it's an antique, if you like to take anything in this house, it's just a dead thing to me anyway." ”

"No...... If you like it, you don't have to want it. "Although Qiao Mai likes money, but now he is a broken body, and if he has more money, it is useless, and he doesn't know when he will hang up.

"I've eaten and drunk, and I've drunk, so I'll leave first, and I'll be anxious when Aunt Dean can't find me."

"I'll send you ......" Lu Wenqing stood up.

"No, no, I'll go back by myself on this cold day!" Qiao Mai shook his head, he didn't have to think about it to know that people were big shots.

"It's too cold for you to go out...... Wait a minute......," he said, turning to the butler, "go and get a white cloak from the closet and put it on her." ”

"Yes, sir......"

"Actually, no, I'm not cold......" Qiao Mai was embarrassed.

The butler quickly went upstairs, and after a while, he came over with a white mink in both hands.

Lu Wenqing took it and directly stretched out his hand and draped it on her.

Is this the rhythm of showing off wealth? She's actually very poor!

"I really don't need it, it's a waste of such a good thing for me, so let's leave it alone!" Qiao Mai shook his head, they really weren't familiar with this yet.

"It's a waste ......to put it away," he said, tying it up to him.

"Let's go! Send you back......" he said in silence.

Don't worry, she doesn't know herself now, and if she is too anxious, she will push people far away.

……

Qiao Mai stepped back, and was about to say that she didn't need to send it, but she didn't want to feel just a step on her feet, and she instantly seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pit.

"Mai Mai ......"

The time seemed to stand still for four weeks, but Lu Wenqing stretched out his hand and grabbed an empty ...... Looking at the white daze in his hand, he was stunned for a moment.

Why, after he finally came to her world desperately, it was all just beginning.

Yes, if she doesn't go back, how will they love each other, and how will he still know her. Maybe it was all meant to be.