Chapter 9: The Mysterious Man
Yu Chaochao was imprisoned like this.
For the next two days, Yan Chuan did not show up, and the maid who took care of her said that Yan was always busy with the wedding.
Yu Chaochao was even more manic when he heard it, but as Yan Chuanruo said, the bodyguards outside here were conservative, and even no matter where she went, there were two bodyguards to follow, and she couldn't move an inch.
After Yu Chaochao went berserk for two days, he found that he really had no choice but to sit and wait for death.
She walked out of the room and went outside.
When she came out of the room for the first time, she couldn't describe the magnificence she saw, and thought to herself, what kind of private house is this, is it a manor?!
The manor design is typical of the American South. The white pillars stand majestically, the marble rolls up the snow-white vortex, the ebony doors and windows are all finely carved, and the trees are shaded by the trees, and there is a circular fountain pool in front of the villa.
It was foggy this morning, the bright morning sun was slowly falling, and in the blooming season of Naruori, the whole estate seemed to be in a fog of white orange blossom aroma.
Although the sweet smell is invisible or intangible, it is refreshing.
Yu Chaochao's mood was a little better, although there were two eye-catching bodyguards and a maid aunt behind him, but it did not prevent Yu Chaochao from immersing himself in the fragrance of orange blossoms.
Yu Chaochao walked to the round table and sat down, looking at the maid aunt next to him, "I want to eat some snacks, go get me some." ”
"Yes."
The maid's aunt obeyed the order and immediately retreated.
Yu Chaochao continued to enjoy the scenery.
Although he is imprisoned and does not have any personal freedom, he has to admit that the treatment here is first-class and good, but this does not mean that Yu Chaochao does not want to escape, no one will want to accept this long-term life without freedom, like a canary in a cage, although beautiful, but depressing.
Not far in front of him was a vineyard, this would not be the season for grapes, Yu Chaochao just glanced at it, and then thought about retracting his gaze.
But suddenly, his gaze stopped.
Next to the faint vine trellis, leaning against a man who was quietly reading a book, with a cold breath.
If it's an ordinary man, forget it, but this man is too eye-catching and too familiar.
The dazzling sunlight outlined the tall silhouette of the man, tall and slender, he stood tall and jade, with his back against the grape trellis, one hand in his trouser pocket, wearing a black flat-brimmed hat, the brim was lowered, as if to block the sun, black jacket and trousers, black boots, standing quite straight, covering his body tightly, wearing a hat and hanging his head all the time to read, unable to see his facial features clearly.
Through the lush and faint grape branches, he couldn't see anything clearly, only the shallow tear mole under the brim of his hat, the tip of his nose that slightly exposed his pale complexion, and the delicate jawline, but Yu Chaochao couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.
This is the mysterious man who saved her downstairs from her house five years ago!
Yu Chaochao will not admit his mistake.
Almost instantly, Yu Chaochao got up and was about to walk towards the vine trellis.
"Miss Yu."
The maid came over with a snack and stopped her.
Yu Chaochao turned his head and looked at the plate full of delicate and delicious dim sum, but he lost his appetite, and only waved his hand, "You can put it first." ”
After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to continue chasing, but she was stunned.
There was nothing under the vine trellises, and there was still that cold figure.
The morning fog lifted, and the sun shone down, as if the scene just now was just a dream.