Chapter 342: Nephew and Cousin, Too Much Love (29)
The dance party on this day did not disperse until late at night, and the furnishings, layout, and architectural scale of the Yan Mansion quickly spread through these sons and ladies of high society.
If you want to talk about luxury, Yan Mansion is not the most extravagant family in Shenhu, but the furnishings and arrangements in it make these young masters and ladies who are mostly returning from overseas more cordial.
Whether it is the sculptures placed in the hall, the crystal lamps on the ceiling, the stairs paved with red carpets, or the oil paintings hanging on the walls, they are all modeled after European castle architecture.
From the outside, it may still have the style of a Chinese-style garden house, but it seems to have entered an art exhibition hall, it can be said that these young masters and young ladies, no matter how they mix in the West, at least the Western castles and museums have not been to less.
Longxin's almost retro decorations, not to mention that these are just young masters and young ladies who returned from abroad, even the foreign guests invited the next day were surprised.
After Simo appeared in the upper circle of Shenhu Chinese on the first day, on the second day, Longxin didn't know where to ask for the contact information of dozens of foreigners.
Among them are even some diplomats from foreign embassies for many years. These golden-haired, blue-eyed foreigners unconsciously became restrained after entering the Yan Mansion—it was too much like a mansion that only their princes and ministers could afford to live in.
He Mei stood on the edge of the railing on the second floor, condescendingly looking at the foreigners writhing with the Western waltz, her heart was filled with surprise and surprise, the reason why she stood here was actually just curiosity - is the legendary foreign devil such a face?
"What? Miss Ho doesn't go down to play? ”
Long Xin didn't know when she was standing behind He Mei, looking from behind her shoulder at the dance floor downstairs.
Table ...... Miss Table......"
He Mei was a thriller when she heard Longxin's voice, and unconsciously turned around and took several steps back. One night was enough for her to figure out the identity of the woman behind her and what kind of person this Yan Mansion was.
The more she listened, the more panicked she became, she actually bumped into such a family like a big luck! I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse......
"Am I that terrible?" Long Xin dissatisfiedly stroked his long hair as a shawl permed like an egg roll, his current human body was the perfect proportions designed for him by their nephews and nephews according to the human aesthetics of thousands of years!
What does this little girl in front of you mean by looking like a?! I don't know why, every time she sees the other party's little family, she wants to swallow it directly!
She was unhappy, and her tone was a little more arrogant. He Mei, who was originally inferior because of her identity, was asked by her like this, and her speech became even more unfavorable in an instant:
"Miss Table...... I...... I don't think you're scary...... You're so beautiful...... I ......"
"How are you? Are you ashamed of yourself? Do you sigh to yourself? Self-denial and self-abandonment?! ”
He Mei, who asked a few questions in a row, had a blue and red face, feeling that all her careful thoughts had been revealed by the other party, and she was instantly exposed to the sun, and she was exposed to the sun, which was embarrassing and embarrassing......
"Okay, Longxin, you don't want to bully Xiaomei. Why don't you go down and greet your foreign friends? It's been half an hour since you've changed your clothes, and Miss Lucy below is already impatient. ”
Si Mo appropriately relieved the siege at this time, and his eyes were full of pampering and reassuring his little cousin. From last night to now, Longxin doesn't know why He Mei is not pleasing to the eye, and can find out He Mei's mistakes from all aspects. This is not the first time that such a siege has been resolved.
"Humph! You know it's for her! ”