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Farmhouse private room

Wen Hao drove for nearly an hour to reach his destination, and after getting off the bus, he saw dozens of small houses, which was eye-catching.

Similar to the size of a yurt, they are all small houses, retro decoration, and two large lanterns are hung at the door, which is very distinctive.

A small house is a box, and even the passage is entered by number, and no one can see anyone and disturb anyone.

After Wen Hao locked the car, he introduced with a chuckle: "This place, I searched for two hours to find it, although it is a bit remote, the private room is not big, but it is also complete, talking about things, the party is good!" ”

"Well, did you notify them?" Jian Junxi glanced around, inserted his hands into the pockets of his trousers, and his movements were noble and charming.

"I've been informed, young master, I ordered a Tianzi luxury bag, which is the largest one in front, take the first passage." After Wen Hao finished speaking, he led him forward.

Jian Junxi's expression was unwavering, but her heart was extremely heavy, because she was about to face the person she didn't want to face.

Wen Hao pushed open the door, and what greeted him was a luxurious living room, still with Chinese retro decoration, especially like walking into the 90s.

In the middle is a crystal clear round table, and a projector on the wall is playing a TV series, as if someone is here.

Wen Hao said suspiciously: "Huh...... How do you turn on the TV? ”

Just as he was about to press the phone at the service desk, Jiang Heng walked out of the bedroom, and when he saw Jian Junxi, his eyes lit up like a light bulb.

He was stunned for a few seconds before he respectfully called: "Jian Shao......"

"You're here so early?" Wen Hao's eyes were slightly stunned.

Jiang Heng nodded and said, "Well, after the afternoon is busy, it will be more troublesome to go back and forth, so I will come over directly......"

"Tell the waiter to serve!" Jian Junxi finished speaking lightly and walked slowly to the dining table.

"Okay, young master!" Wen Hao nodded, walked to the door and rang the phone at the service desk.

Nangong Jing walked out of the bedroom expressionlessly, just in time to see Jian Junxi sitting down

The black hair is staggered under the light, the dark eyes are enchanting and twisted, and the thin lips are lightly pursed, with a hint of laziness.

Especially the blue shirt on her body, which flatters her skin very well, it is not an exaggeration to say that she looks like a woman with ice muscles and jade bones, however, her delicate facial features can hardly hide her cold breath.

Jian Junxi just glanced at him casually, as if he saw a burst of air, and turned his head coldly.

Nangong Jing rarely wore a white shirt today, exuding the momentum of a king's landing all over his body.

The eyes are as deep as a cold pool, and the perfect silhouette is deep, and the gestures are extravagant.

Expressionlessly, he sat down across from her, opened the red wine on the table, and moved with extreme grace, God knows, he had been preparing for the day since the morning.

As a result, people were unwilling to give him even a superfluous look, and there was an indescribable desolation in his heart.

The two of them didn't speak, Wen Hao and Jiang Heng glanced at each other, and retreated in recognition of each other.

Nangong Jing's deep gaze never left her, and her narrow eyes flashed with a strange light, as if she saw the prey right in front of her eyes.

This feeling made Jian Junxi very uncomfortable, and he was already in a bad mood, so he didn't want to talk at the moment......

To say that the two of them have a lot in common, they are the same few words, the same cold and ruthless, and the same love for black.

I like to control everything in the palm of my hand, and I also have a common habit, that is, I don't move if the enemy doesn't move......

(End of chapter)