The elegant living room is full of elegant charm.

It's exquisite.

As soon as you enter the door, the large Huanghuali desk is low-key and luxurious.

On all four walls, except for one floor-to-ceiling window, three sides are made into tall bookshelves, which are filled with books in different categories. One of them, there are ancient books, collections, people who know a little bit of the doorway, can see the value of the city!

But this is not to show off wealth, but a kind of precipitation and restraint of a noble family.

It's not like a living room, it's a bit like a study.

"Sit down!"

Holding his wheelchair, Li Fusu stopped by the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Huanghuali's sofa, under the sunlight refracted outside the window, exudes its rich historical charm, Rao is not an antique person, can see that this thing has been around for years!

Looking at such an antique living room with a faint expression, he was not attracted by those ancient books, but instead cast his eyes on the oil painting behind the desk and sandwiched between the two bookcases.

And in the interval between his admiration of the painting, Li Fusu had already set up the tea set, and the table stove next to him was boiling water, steaming.

He sat calmly in a wheelchair, as if the wheelchair was not a constraint on his legs, but an extraordinarily comfortable massage sofa.

Leaning on it, his elbows resting on the armrests of his wheelchair, his hands clasped together casually. The deep-contoured face, revealing the coldness in the bones, and the restrained and deep expression, with the obvious majesty of the superior, is not domineering, but shows a bit of detachment and handsomeness.

Seeing that Lu Yan kept looking at the painting again, Li Fusu said indifferently: "It's beautiful, right?" Do you think Cynthia resembles her? She...... It was Cynthia's maternal grandmother, an extraordinarily noble woman. My maternal grandfather's family has been her retainer for generations. She is a well-known beauty, but not only because of her appearance, but also because of her touching and shocking love story. The combination of her old man and Grandpa Bo seems to others to think that Grandpa Bo has given up a lot for this celebrity. But looking in another direction, it was she who gave up the entire family for Grandpa Bo! ”

Li Fusu's tone was calm and waveless, but his internal force was secretly sharp.

Vaguely, it seems that the past of the beauty on the oil painting is hinting at something.

Lu Yan's mind sank slightly, turned to look at Li Fusu, walked over, and sat down opposite him.

Smiling slightly, he motioned for him to continue.

"Cynthia's grandmother was a seed of infatuation. And she, too, was dizzy, met Grandpa Bo, the two had a deep love for flounder, and it didn't make people see the joke, but it became a good story, which circulated in the mouths of the older generation in our circle. Perhaps, this infatuation is also somewhat genetic, right? ”

As he spoke, a slight glint suddenly flashed in Li Fusu's eyes, but he couldn't figure it out because it appeared and disappeared too quickly. "Jinghan's mother...... We called her Aunt Qing, and she was a gentle woman, more like her grandmother than Cynthia. Not only the similarity in appearance, but also in feelings. ”

She is a woman who is as tender as water, but because she was too well protected by the Bo family at that time, she was deceived by a personal scumbag.

Back then, she broke with the Bo family without hesitation, and defended her love with her own actions. It's a pity that scum is scum after all, and he doesn't understand her beauty, and after seeing that she has no use value, he let her wither in the love that once made her desperate......

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