Le Chen stayed at Christine's mansion on Garden Street in Kensington that night. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Kensington Garden Street is known as one of the most expensive neighborhoods in the world, and the entire neighborhood maintains a Victorian style, with each residence here resembling a small European-style palace, mostly made of white brick and stone, with a kind of solemn luxury.

And even its neighborhood is extremely quiet, and when you walk into the neighborhood from the hustle and bustle of England's Long Street, you will immediately be immersed in a sense of tranquility. Walking here, the only thing you hear is the sound of the wind blowing the leaves of the locust tree. The doors and windows of every house here are closed, and no movement can be heard. From time to time, I see someone coming out of the house, and they disappear in a flash, giving people a sense of tranquility and even solemnity.

Homes in this neighbourhood are selling for more than £40,000 per square metre, making them the cheapest homes at over £20 million.

Christine's garden mansion is widely available and may be worth nearly 100 million pounds.

Even Le Chen stepped into it and was amazed by its luxury.

Hand-carved Italian marble, openwork staircase railings, curved doors, embossed ceilings, etc., each element is designed to reflect luxury and unparalleled workmanship, imbued with the style of a European aristocratic court, and it will make you wonder whether you are in a mansion or a medieval palace.

Now Le Chen has re-evaluated Christine's financial resources, after all, Christine has just debuted for a year, and no matter how strong her ability to attract money is, it is impossible to buy this luxurious palace.

And when chatting with the old housekeeper who was kind and understanding, Le Chen really listened to the old housekeeper say that in fact, Christine's mansion was left by her adoptive mother, who was an elderly noblewoman who adopted Christine when she was five or six years old, and the noblewoman died a few years ago, leaving all her property to Christine.

The old housekeeper sighed even more and said that Miss Christine was a very poor young lady, who did not know what had happened to her, and who had begun to wander when she was five or six years old, and, to this day, she could not recall the memories of before she was adopted by her adoptive mother.

When Le Chen heard this, he couldn't help but feel weird in his heart, things were obviously not so simple, but he couldn't figure out the trick for a while, and in all kinds of doubts, Le Chen also slept beautifully.

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Another advantage of living in this neighborhood is that there are no paparazzi to follow and take pictures, and no one pays too much attention to Christine, a supermodel, so the next morning, Christine casually led Le Chen out and started Le Chen's London fun trip.

But gradually, Christine found that Le Chen was not interested in Buckingham Palace, St. Paul's Church, the River Thames, Big Ben and other famous places in London, and she was very absent-minded.

Parking in front of a Victorian coffee house, Christine pulled down her colored sunglasses, glanced at Le Chen with blue eyes, and said impatiently: "Chinese boy, what do you want to do?"

In January, it is the cold season in London, Christine is extremely hot in a tight red leather jacket and leather pants, coupled with a red super cool sports car, in this cold winter street, like a hot and beautiful scenery.

Although Le Chen was not invaded by the cold and heat, he was also wrapped in a thick tweed trench coat, and seeing Christine's delicate face impatiently, he coughed and asked, "When will that vampire bar open?" Also, I want to go around wherever you like to go. ”

Christine immediately said disdainfully, "The hillbilly who has never seen the world is looking for thrills? Do you think there are really vampires in the bar?"

Le Chen shrugged his shoulders and did not speak.

Christine glanced at the delicate crystal bracelet on Hao's wrist, then stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car roared out.

The traffic jam in London was just as severe, and night had fallen by Christine when she rattled her sports car in front of the vampire bar painted with eerie images.

The light in the bar was also extremely dark and weird, but after entering the bar, Le Chen became more and more disappointed, his divine sense shrouded the audience, but he didn't feel the existence of any blood clan, even the blood slave, and there was no one.

Christine seemed to be a regular customer, and soon a "vampire" waitress with bright red lips and two fangs showed props led the two into Christine's exclusive box.

After ordering a bottle of 85-year-old "Celtic blood", Christine asked Le Chen again, "Do you need a beautiful female vampire to drink with you?" After speaking, he felt that the second half of his words were playing the piano to the cow, with the vulgar strength of this Chinese boy, as long as he wanted to do something, he would also consider the feelings of others?

The "vampire" waitress looked at Le Chen's gaze and immediately became eager, the Chinese who can walk with Christine, although he looks quite young, must also be the master of the spending, the second generation of Chinese nouveau riche, almost a virtue.

Le Chen waved his hand in anticipation, and casually threw a fifty pound tip to the waitress, who was immediately overjoyed, and thanked him and withdrew.

"Why are you listless?" Christine looked at Le Chen with some strange eyes.

Le Chen sighed and said, "It's nothing, maybe homesick, right?"

", can you talk well?" Christine was a little speechless, how sentimental would this kind of vulgar guy be?

Le Chen was helpless, "You, you think of me too badly and without connotation." ”

Christine gestured again with disdain.

Le Chen stopped talking, and when the "Celtic blood" was served, he smelled that there was really blood in this red wine, although it was not human blood, but Le Chen still shook his head, even if he pinched his nose, he couldn't drink this kind of wine.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Christine was a little angry, and she seemed to have lost her appetite for being stirred up by this guy.

Le Chen spread his hands, and while Christine was not paying attention, he put a glass of red wine into Sumeru mustard, and was going to go back and find Miss Cao San to study it to see if there was any blood medicine in it, but there was little hope for it, after all, this medicine was very precious, and it was impossible for Christine to call red wine without drinking it with her friends, so it would be too wasteful to take the medicine.

Moreover, there is no blood clan in the entire bar, how can Christine, a future blood slave who has been secretly raised for four or five years, be secretly manipulated by ordinary people to make her take drugs?

"Fuck, disappointing Chinese boy!" Christine was very annoyed by Le Chen's inability to lift her spirits that day, and she only felt that this Chinese kid was simply a pulp in her brain, as if she was a superfluous person who had ruined his interest, and after scolding, she picked up her bag and walked out.

Le Chen shrugged.

This action made Christine even more angry, and I thought he would at least ask, but who knew that he would look at home calmly.

Christine, who had just wanted to go to the bathroom, began to think about whether to dump this vulgar and hateful creature and go home by herself. (To be continued.) )