Zhongling Villa is a wealthy area ranked among the best in the country and even the world. Almost all the dignitaries in City A are concentrated there. Even in winter, the environment is still like a fairyland on earth, with green avenues of flowers and trees and fresh lawns. Here
The cost of building a villa is even more staggering, with the average price being around US$6 million, and the worst being US$5 million.
The silver Ferrari drove all the way and stopped in front of a white marble European-style villa. Chen Nuo opened the car door and walked into the villa gracefully, his expressionless face looking colder than usual.
"Third Young Master, you are back. I am waiting for you in the study!" The older butler respectfully invited Chen Nuo in.
The villa was extremely luxuriously decorated, designed by a famous designer himself. It was almost luxurious, and the brilliant light from the crystal walls almost dazzled Chen Nuo's eyes.
Chen Nuo's eyes flashed with a hint of contempt that was too light to be noticed.
Chen Xiang wore a well-tailored Tang suit and sat on the executive chair in the study with a majestic look. When he saw Chen Nuo, his face was slightly moved: "I'm back, sit down."
Chen Nuo's face was expressionless, "Dad, the company has been busy lately, so I'm sorry." Although he said that, his tone didn't mean he was sorry, and his face remained indifferent.
"You did a good job in acquiring Company M," Chen Xiang said, lighting the cigar in his hand.
"Just some insignificant things."
"Come back to the old house during the Chinese New Year." This child resented him after all. Although he didn't say it, Chen Xiang knew it very well.
"We'll wait until then. I think someone might not welcome me." He didn't feel any sadness when he spoke. During those years in the United States, he spent the Chinese New Year with his eldest brother and second sister. When he returns to China this year, even if he is alone,
He would not want to stay in the old house, this prison that he hated so much.
"This is your home. No one will not welcome you." Chen Xiang sighed softly. "There's nothing special about coming back to you. It's the Chinese New Year, so I'll stay at home to eat."
"Sorry, Dad, it's the end of the year and there are a lot of things in the company. If I just want to have a meal, I'd better rush back to the company first."
Listen carefully, their conversation doesn't sound like a father and son at all, but rather like enemies. How could Chen Nuo's resentment towards his father for more than ten years be easily eliminated? He bowed slightly and didn't look back.
I walked away and saw the housekeeper standing outside the study door without even saying hello.
The housekeeper pushed open the door of the study room and saw the old man who was highly respected in front of the whole country with a silent but unconcealed sadness on his face. He asked in confusion, "Master, after so many years, why don't you let the third young master know your identity?"
What’s the reason?”
"Oh! That's all. I don't know who the third child is following this temper. I'll call Akun and the others to see if they can come back for the New Year. During the New Year, the family should always be peaceful and peaceful. It's okay to stay outside all the time.
It’s not a big deal.”
Chen Xiang waved his hand feebly. He wondered if all older people were so easily sad. He felt that he had been particularly afraid of being alone in the past few years, especially during festivals, when he saw other old people all holding on to their faces.
Yi Nongsun's happiness looked like bursts of bitterness. Guarding such a big house, even with Gao Shengmei accompanying him, he still felt terribly lonely.
An old man in his 60s is well-maintained. Most people can't tell his true age, but he is getting older after all. If you look carefully, the chaos in his eyes cannot be concealed no matter what.
*When Luo Chen received the call from Chen Nuo, he had just returned from shopping for New Year shopping with his mother. Because it was the New Year, the street smell of the New Year was particularly strong, and all large supermarkets were overcrowded. Luo Chen was so tired that he didn't even take off his coat when he got home.
Just lie on the sofa and pretend to be dead.
Seeing the number displayed on the phone, he felt uneasy. Because of last night's own incident, Luo Chen never dared to look up at Chen Nuo. Even when he told him that Xiaonian was going home during breakfast, he looked down at the phone in his hand.
Bread said.
Why was he calling at this time? Didn't he already agree that she would stay at home tonight? Even if she thought about the ostrich behavior again, she still pressed the answer button in the face of the cell phone that kept shouting defiantly. The man's voice was mixed with a hint of drunkenness.
From the other end of the phone came "Miss Luo, I give you half an hour to come to the 'night banquet'."
What? Arrive at the banquet within half an hour? What kind of international joke are you kidding? The banquet is so far away, so he comes to see if he can make it there.
Before Luo Chen had time to answer, Chen Nuo added the next sentence in an evil manner, "If you are late for one minute, your work will be delayed for one day, and the clock starts now."