Chapter 249: Hitting the Snake and Hitting Seven Inches
Ning Jing has been sleeping since she got on the plane. She is not worried or afraid, but she feels extremely tired.
It felt like I hadn't slept for several days.
When Ning Jing woke up, she found that the plane had stopped at some point. She was covered with a blanket and stuffed tightly, making her a little breathless. She turned around and looked,
Zhong Yi on the side was looking at himself. After seeing that he woke up, he straightened up and asked, "Are you awake?"
Zhong Yi didn't know when he changed his clothes. This suit looked even more noble. The woolen suit highlighted his unique temperament, and his meticulous hair made him not look like a man.
The elderly.
Ning Jing squinted her eyes and looked at Zhong Yi for a long time. This look made Zhong Yi very embarrassed. She looked at Ning Jing tangledly, and then looked at her outfit, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"No," Ning Jing shook her head. She felt that Zhong Yi's outfit was very beautiful and noble. It could be said that it suited him very well, but she was not in the mood to care about it now. Coupled with the previous things, Ning Jing felt that
Zhong Xin's little goodwill was wiped out - he was a liar! He said he begged me to take him out with him, but in fact he was just acting for him. Even when he was caught in the factory, it was him
A trap set up. But Ning Jing didn’t know what the purpose of this trap was. If she had known, she would have been rude to Zhong Yi a long time ago, "Are we there?"
Zhong Yi nodded, "We're here."
"Then go down."
Ning Jing threw the blanket aside as she spoke. Looking at her posture, it was as if she was the owner here. This made Zhong Yi very confused. He cleared his throat and followed Ning Jing off the plane.
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When she first saw this manor, although Ning Jing felt that she was already very knowledgeable, she was still inevitably shocked.
The entire manor is so huge and magnificent. The blue-green grass sways gently in the breeze, like a tidal wave. It can be seen that there are dedicated people who carefully take care of this lawn.
For Ning Jing, the scene of children playing with pet dogs on the lawn is more like a scene seen in an idol drama.
But when she saw the child, Ning Jing was stunned in surprise!
"Ning Xiaobao!"
Ning Jing shouted desperately, but the lawn was so big that Ning Xiaobao couldn't hear her voice at all.
Ning Jing shouted and was about to run towards Ning Xiaobao, but Zhong Xin stopped her.
"Don't be anxious yet, I'll meet you later. Are you tired from the journey? Go upstairs and take a rest."
Ning Jing wanted to push Zhong Yi away, but found that the old man looked skinny and shriveled, but he was not very strong. Ning Jing pushed him, but the old man didn't move at all.
"What do you mean?"
Zhong Xin stared at Ning Jing, his expression invisible, "I told you, it's too late to meet again later. You don't want the children to see your mother in such a mess, right?"
Looking at Zhong Yi's expression that showed no intention of giving in, Ning Jing frowned and said nothing more. Anyway, she was already here, and looking at Zhong Yi, he probably wouldn't do anything too extreme.
All in all, Zhong Yi was not bad to him, but he was very troubled by the matter of kidnapping him.
What's more, Zhong Yi was right, Ning Jing didn't want Ning Xiaobao to see her like this.
While Ning Jing was hesitating, Ning Xiaobao had already followed a maid to one side. Her back looked like she was doing well. Ning Jing felt a little sad in her heart and followed Zhong Yi to the other side.
Approaching the manor, Ning Jing looked at this huge gray building. Even if she was told that this was a medieval castle and that some prominent duke or queen once lived in it, Ning Jing would not be surprised.
This is really too luxurious, even better than the castles seen in movies.
Ning Jing used to think that Zhong Xin should be a businessman because he looked very rich, but now it seems that Zhong Xin is rich, but it is far beyond her imagination.
This is really not ordinary money.
Walking into the castle, there are paintings from various periods hanging on the walls. There are even a few famous paintings among them. Even a white lady like Ning Jing, who cannot read a lot of Chinese characters, has heard about them. From this, we can see the origin of these paintings.
degree of preciousness.
The servants walked back and forth from time to time, and bowed respectfully when they saw Zhong Yi. It seemed that he was the owner of the castle.
Ning Jing suddenly felt a sense of pressure standing with Zhong Yi.
When he arrived on the second floor, Zhong Yi handed Ning Jing over to a maid, "She will take you to the room."
The maid smiled respectfully at Ning Jing and led Ning Jing to the other side of the corridor. Ning Jing turned around, and Zhong Yi was looking at her from behind. That look in her eyes made her feel a little complicated.
All the way to the door of the room, the maid opened the door, and a luxurious room suddenly appeared in front of Ning Jing.
I saw that this room was so elegant and luxurious. The floor was covered with soft French carpets. This kind of purely handmade carpets is not something ordinary people can enjoy. The soft and gorgeous bed curtains wrap the double bed that looks extremely comfortable. Just look at it.
, which makes people have the urge to lie down on it. The makeup mirror and dressing table, the wardrobe that can be described as huge, as well as the sofa, the round table specially used for enjoying afternoon tea, and the chairs covered with lace.
This is a woman's room, no, to be precise, a girl's room.
Ning Jing frowned slightly. In her impression, only foreign royal families or princesses in fairy tales would use such a room.
Perhaps Zhong Yi had a daughter. Otherwise, Ning Jing couldn't figure out why there was such an exquisitely built room here.
When Ning Jing visited here, the maid had already opened the door of a nearby room, "Miss, the hot water is ready."
Ning Jing nodded, took the towel and bathrobe handed by the maid and entered the bathroom.
The floor of the bathroom is a black marble floor, as smooth as a mirror. The dense water vapor is filled with the scent of roses. In front of you is a bathtub embedded in the ground, which is enough for four or five people to stretch out their hands and feet and take a bath.
The bathtub is so white... No, when Ning Jing walked in, she realized that it was not because of how white the bathtub was, but because of the milk soaked in it.
It's thick and fragrant, with roses floating on top.
Ning Jing couldn't help being shocked this time. She swallowed and soaked in the bathtub.
What is this? Lying in the milk at a moderate temperature, Ning Jing closed her eyes and frowned slightly.
Why does Zhong Yi treat him so well? Is there any special purpose or intention? He is poor and has nothing to use. There is absolutely no need for him to please himself like this. Even if Tang Siqi is rich, why does he want Tang?
Siqi's property, but looking at Zhong Yi's handiwork, Tang Siqi's little money is not enough for Zhong Yi to fill his teeth.
Do you want her to help take revenge on Tang Siqi? Ning Jing remembered what she heard in the factory. Was it because of Zhong Yi's daughter?
Ning Jing seemed to understand a little bit. This might be Zhong Yi's daughter's room. So what about his daughter? Because what happened after being hurt by Tang Siqi?
This made Ning Jing a little nervous, and at the same time she felt even more depressed. She sighed and planned to put this matter aside for the time being.
Lying in the bathtub, Ning Jing fell asleep. The maid called outside the door several times before she climbed out of the bathtub. After taking a bath, she felt even more tired. She rubbed her eyes and took a cold shower.
Sober up a little.
Ning Jing, who came out wrapped in a bathrobe, looked around the room, "Where are my clothes?"
"Miss, the dirty clothes have been washed. You can choose here."
The maid led Ning Jing to the wardrobe and pushed open the huge wardrobe, but Ning Jing shook her head, "Forget it, I'd better wear my own clothes."
Ning Jing always feels weird wearing other people's clothes, especially for such a girl. It's not difficult to see how wealthy her life is. Although she seems to be in Ning Jing's condition, seeing these beautiful and expensive people
The clothes should make her eyes look straight, but her self-esteem did not allow her to do so.
The maid saw through Ning Jing's thoughts at a glance, "Miss, the clothes here are specially prepared for you. No one has ever worn them before. They are all new clothes."
Ning Jing couldn't believe this, but the maid took out pieces of clothing, and the tags on them were not removed.
It’s indeed new!
Ning Jing was even more surprised to see that there were hundreds of clothes in such a wardrobe. All of them were new and indeed specially prepared for herself. And they were all brand-name fashions, Prada, Channel. No matter how rich Zhong Yi was,
, there’s no need to burn the buns like this!
Ning Jing's doubts grew more and more, but the maid had already taken out a black floor-length skirt with high collar and long sleeves embroidered with gold. It looked like the style of a European socialite.
"This set is more suitable for you!"
"Thanks."
Ning Jing took the clothes and put them on with some stuttering, and let the maid help her tie her hair into a high bun. The loose hair fell down, making her look a little lazy.
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Looking at herself in the mirror, she seems to be a different person. Ning Jing always feels that the person in the mirror is definitely not herself, but just her own hallucination.
Things are getting weirder and weirder.
"Miss, come downstairs to dine. The master and the young master are waiting for you."
"Young Master?"
The maid smiled and nodded, "Your son!"
It seemed that Ning Xiaobao, the brat, really had a good time here, and the maids talked nicely. Ning Jing nodded and followed her downstairs.
The splendid restaurant is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people, but today there is only Zhong Yi at the table.
There were exquisite meals, flowers and candles on the silk tablecloth. Ning Jing walked directly to Zhong Yi. Before she could speak, a voice came to her ears.