This white castle, gorgeous and magnificent, but not lose the romance and beauty, several Xiangding Mountain residents and ladies who came to visit, through the gate, saw the huge castle in front of dozens of men wearing uniform domestic suits, some in and out, are carrying valuable white furniture, some are taking care of the spotless green lawn, on the wide lawn, four or five white horses worth tens of millions, are strolling elegantly, noble and beautiful.

"These horses, one can't be bought without 50 million at all, they are all competition-level treasures, it's amazing, this mysterious resident who snatched Xiangdingshan Castle from the Sea Emperor Duan Qin is simply a big deal."

As soon as a noble lady finished speaking, the huge black carved iron door slowly opened automatically.

Facing them, a tall and mighty cold-faced man riding a balance bike, a suit and leather shoes, came towards them, condescendingly, and asked coldly: "How many are." ”

"Oh, we are residents of Xiangding Mountain, we are all neighbors, this is not to know that new neighbors have come, to visit, to give some gifts, this is our Xiangding Mountain practice."

The man on the balance bike heard this, whispered a few words on the walkie-talkie, and it didn't take long for the owner of the castle to agree to enter, and within a minute, a golf battery car slowly drove up, picked up a group of five noblewomen, and drove towards the rear of the castle, in a large private garden with a waterfall.

When several noble ladies who successfully entered the white castle area on the pretext of visiting and giving gifts, after the battery car slowly stopped, a special person took them to meet the owner of the castle.

Soon, the five ladies saw two men in straight suits and with a terrifying aura, sitting opposite each other on a deerskin sofa under a parasol, smoking cigars, talking eloquently, loud and low, heart-warming laughter, stirring people's hearts.

"My fiancée is frail and doesn't like to see strangers, I heard that Mr. Duan has a sibling sister, if you have free time, you can let your sister come and move around more and be good friends with my fiancée, it is also a good choice."

"Okay, it's decided, I will take my little sister to visit Mr. Jiang's mansion more in the future."

Seeing that someone was coming, the conversation between the two men was interrupted.

The leader of the five noblewomen, surnamed Qian, is the famous Miss Qian family in Haishi, the third generation of officials, she can be regarded as having seen a lot of women in the world, participated in the Paris International Ladies Ball, and is a master's degree in international economics and finance from Duke University, and her husband and Duan Qin have close business contacts, so Mrs. Qian herself is also quite an arrogant woman.

However, when she saw the man sitting opposite Duan Qin, who was called "Mr. Jiang".

Mrs. Qian inexplicably felt a sense of fear from the depths of her heart, she began to tremble in her calves, and inexplicably did not dare to look directly at the man, but she couldn't help but want to see the man's handsome as a god, cold as ice, but damn charming.

She had never seen such a shining man as shining as the vast starry sky, and as cold as a man, mysterious and terrifying, and he had an extremely mature man's charm, noble and cold, like an emperor, like a hero, that broad and majestic chest, that tall and incomparably tall figure, such a man who satisfied the illusions of all women, it was simply impossible to exist.

He slanted his sword eyebrows, holding a Cuban cigar between his domineering fingers, smoking coldly and elegantly, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, his pupils were warm, and he didn't look at them, completely ignored, just glanced at his watch inexplicably, hooked his fingers, and a male maid who followed behind him immediately stepped forward.

"Master, what do you command?"

"Are you awake?"

"Not yet."

After the questioning, the man said in his extremely low, subwoofer-like cold and intimidating voice: "You are here to visit."

Several graceful and beautiful women behind Mrs. Qian couldn't even speak when they saw this man, and they were obsessed with the extremely handsome image of the man, as if they had forgotten that they had married a woman.

"Well, yes, yes." Mrs. Qian came back to her senses suddenly, only to realize that she had lost her temper, and after smiling awkwardly and elegantly, she held up the gift she was carrying, "We are all residents of Xiangding Mountain, didn't we hear that a new neighbor had come, so we came to visit and get acquainted with it, so I took the liberty to disturb us." ”

"I received my heart, I don't have to give a gift, sit down and have a cup of tea together, and after drinking tea, I won't give it."

Polite and indifferent polite words, the man didn't look at any of the women the whole time, as if these women were nothing in his eyes, like ants not worth mentioning, his eyes were arrogant and disdainful, and his eyes were empty to the extreme.

As soon as the man's words fell, several maids behind him immediately stepped forward and added five precious deerskin sofas.

And at this moment, in the interior of this white castle, in a spacious and gorgeous, dimly lit room, a girl who was sleeping like a sleeping beauty finally opened her bewitching apricot eyes that could eclipse the sky.

It's just that when she opened her eyes again, in the depths of the beautiful eyes dotted with tears, there was a strange indifference and indifference to everything, her gaze was cold and ethereal, pure as a blank piece of paper, without any emotion, without any emotion attached.

The girl is extremely beautiful, the wonderful figure of the country and the city, after slowly sitting up from the bed, is as beautiful as a frozen oil painting, the ink hair is like a cloud waterfall, and it is more like a delicate brocade.

The girl sat in a daze for a few seconds, her eyes moved down, and she observed the light purple chiffon long-sleeved organza dress she was wearing for a moment, then got out of bed elegantly, walked barefoot, walked to the window covered by curtains, raised her little face, and forcefully opened the snow-white European-style lace curtains.

The brilliant sunlight poured in obliquely through the glass lattice window, reflecting on her excessively fair skin, like beautiful jade, snow-white and flawless, and the beauty was breathtaking.

Because the girl's movement of pulling the curtains was too large, her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, as if there was a foreign object in the skirt on the chest, which scratched her skin, and it hurt a little.

Reaching into her dress, she took out a long time, and finally, from the inner compartment of her hood, she took out an envelope that she didn't know who it was, stuffed in such a hidden place, and folded into small squares.

Attached to the envelope was a pinched hard object.

She stood barefoot, and by the bright glare of the sun outside the window, she saw the letter written on the envelope to herself.

With a dazed and inexplicable face, the girl opened the envelope and took out two pieces of letter paper covered with dense handwriting, as well as a delicate and luxurious diamond ring the size of a pigeon's egg.

The girl was just about to read the letter, but the door of the huge room was suddenly opened from the outside.

She reflexively hid the ring and letter behind her back, and her delicate and cold, vigilant voice suddenly sounded, "Who"