Shen Jiming smiled bitterly and shook his head, this woman was really cold and cool enough, and he didn't want to say a word, but he finally let out a long breath of turbidity, and it seemed that the depression of a day's waiting had disappeared in an instant.

It doesn't matter what he eats, what matters is that he blends into that mysterious underground circle, and he wants to know who revealed the magic flower pot and who is going to kill him.

As the saying goes, if you can't hide from the first day of junior high school, you can't hide from fifteen, if you don't figure out these things, even if you have the ability to dream about the future, you still can't change the outcome of being hunted down in the future, and maybe your family may also be implicated.

After a while, he received an address message on his mobile phone, Shen Jiming set it up with navigation, and found that the address did not exist, but Shen Jiming was not too surprised, it is estimated that this Mingyue Villa is also a place that is almost as mysterious as the Silver Moon Club, and it is likely to be a private manor, but the name of the street is outside the West Second Ring Road, not far from where he lives.

Twenty minutes later, Shen Jiming parked the van in what looked like a garden entrance, with a quiet alley at the door, and no one around.

Shen Jiming honked the horn, and soon a big man in a black suit walked out of it, looking at the half-new and half-old van with a wary face.

Shen Jiming rolled down the window and poked his head out: "Is this Mingyue Villa?"

Dahan nodded, shone Shen Jiming's face with the flashlight in his hand, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"I'm going to have a treat here, Eighteen!"

"Come in!" The big man turned around and gestured, only to see the big iron gate of the garden slowly open, and Shen Jiming slowly opened in with a turning light.

Entering the gate, the inside is more secluded, a huge ginkgo tree stands tall, at this time it is already late autumn, a thick layer of golden leaves fell on the ground, it seems more quiet in the twilight, along a tree-lined path has been opened, a few minutes later, a blue brick and blue tile eaves flying beam, antique buildings appear in Shen Jiming's eyes.

The house occupies a large area, like an ancient royal palace annex.

There are two big lions carved in bluestone squatting on the left and right sides of the gate, with a majestic and domineering demeanor, and the body is covered with moss.

There are seven or eight cars parked in the open space in front of the door, all of them are luxury cars, but they are not as low-key as Shuxiang Teahouse, BMW, Mercedes-Benz and Audi have them, and the most inferior one seems to be a Cadillac off-road vehicle.

Shen Jiming parked the van on the very edge, and it still looked like he was standing out from the crowd, and he was very low-key.

"What is the sir?" As he stepped into the threshold more than a foot high, a young woman in a cheongsam greeted him.

"Eighteen!"

"Okay, please come with me!" The girl's eyes stayed on Shen Jiming's face for a second, and then turned around to lead the way.

Inside the gate is a garden-like courtyard, with ponds and rockeries, bamboo and pines, and lanterns hanging on both sides of the path paved with green bricks.

It's so rich! Shen Jiming finally understood a little bit at this time why Huangfu Mingyue said that he might not be able to afford this meal.

Just this courtyard is estimated to be worth one billion, and money may not be able to get it.

Circumventing several rockeries, through a corridor over a pond, and through two doorways, the woman in front finally stopped at the doorway of what appeared to be a wing.

"Sir, this is the CW Hall 18, please~"

"Thank you!" Shen Jiming glanced up at the three words CW Hall hanging on the lintel, nodded and walked in.

Bypassing a huge woodcut screen and passing through a small moon door, a hall that looked like it was 200 square meters in front of me, with crystal chandeliers, marble floors, thick solid wood furniture, and a huge flat-screen TV......

The combination of Chinese and Western arrangements makes people feel like they have entered another world in an instant, and there is no sense of disobedience.

Just when Shen Jiming walked towards the center of the hall like a grandmother Liu who had entered the Grand View Garden, a beautiful woman in a cheongsam walked out of a side door, holding a tea set in her hand, and said to Shen Jiming with a warm smile: "Sir, please take a seat, I am Xiaomeng, a full-time tea master of the 18th CW Hall, I am happy to serve you, what kind of tea do you want to drink, there are West Lake Longjing, Dahongpao and Huangshan Maofeng, and flower tea also has ......"

"Let's have a cup of West Lake Longjing!" Shen Jiming didn't feel much about tea, it was generally the same as drinking cold boiled water, just to quench his thirst, as for West Lake Longjing, he just said it casually, because he was familiar with the name of this tea.

"Okay, sir, wait a minute!" The cheongsam woman gently put the tea set on the coffee table, and then opened the lid of the stove, and the red flames floated out, and Shen Jiming found that it was still burning charcoal.

The woman placed a red clay pot on the stove, then knelt on the ground and began to place the tea set with graceful movements.

Shen Jiming put down his backpack and sat on the solid wood chair, his eyes drooped, and he just saw two snow-white balls, and he couldn't help but look at them a few times.

"Does Mr. need special services?" the tea master named Xiaomeng did not look up, but suddenly asked gently.

"Ah, cough cough~ No need, no need!" Shen Jiming couldn't help but blush, quickly put his eyes away, waved his hand again and again, and then took out his mobile phone and pretended to look at the time.

The silent room was slightly hot.

It's not that the air is hot, it's that Shen Jiming feels his heart hot.

Because as long as he lowered his head inadvertently, his eyes would always involuntarily fall on the two looming snow peaks, which made him a little distracted.

After tidying up the tea set, Xiaomeng knelt quietly and almost didn't move, except for occasionally looking at the stove, his hands were on his legs, and his cheeks were lowered without half a point of embarrassment.

While waiting restlessly, the water in the mud pot began to make a popping sound, and Shen Jiming breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiaomeng start to put tea leaves into the teapot with a bamboo tong.

As Xiaomeng poured the boiling water from the mud pot into the teapot, a refreshing aroma of tea spread throughout the room amid the steaming heat.

"Sir, please drink tea!" Soon Xiao Meng gently placed a cup of turquoise tea in front of Shen Jiming.

"Okay, thank you!" Shen Jiming picked up the teacup and sniffed it pretentiously, then took a small sip, and suddenly a rich aftertaste spread in his mouth.

"Good tea!" Even Shen Jiming, who didn't understand the tea ceremony, couldn't help but admire.

"This West Lake Longjing is specially customized by the CW Pavilion, if Mr. likes it, you can come and drink it often!" Xiaomeng's voice was gentle, and Shen Jiming felt that his heart and liver were about to melt.