Chapter 7 I'm Not Interested in Defective Products
The car soon stopped in front of a luxurious villa in the middle of the hillside in the suburbs. Huanhuan got out of the car with the beautiful man. When she looked up, she was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth.
Is this a villa or a palace?
This splendid Chongran building occupies a very large area and stands proudly on the mountainside. Its architectural style is very classical and elegant. When Huanhuan walked in, she discovered that there are caves, rockeries, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water inside.
It is as beautiful as a royal garden.
Looking back, the ecstatic figure of the beautiful man came into view.
Her long black hair occasionally swayed in the wind, her posture was tall and elegant, and her walking movements were slow and steady. Gradually, she blended in with the surrounding scenery, forming a beautiful picture.
Unknowingly, Huanhuan was fascinated by the painting. I don't know whether it was because of the painting or the people in the painting.
Following the beautiful man into the living room, Huan Huan's mouth expanded a bit, and she stood there with her head held high and turned around. The crystal chandelier above her head almost blinded her.
Looking at the living room again, not to mention what kind of wood the solid wood furniture was made of, even if she didn't know much about it, she could see that the tree roots and corals placed in the living room were all 100% natural, absolutely nothing.
A little trace of artificial carving.
Could it be that what rich people want to do is extreme luxury?
She quietly walked up to the handsome man and asked in a low voice, "Hey, what's your family's business?"
The handsome man looked at her and uttered only four words, "human trafficking". Then he turned away and stopped looking at her. He took off his suit jacket and handed it directly to the servant. He also took a cup of tea and drank it slowly.
Huanhuan smacked her lips, then smiled and leaned over, pointing at herself, "How much can a young and invincible girl like me be sold for?"
The handsome man didn't even bother to glance at her this time and said calmly, "I'm not interested in defective products."
The corner of Huanhuan's mouth twitched a few times, looking at him like a god who didn't understand the world, but he didn't expect that he had such a venomous tongue!
At this time, the maid slowly came over pushing the wheelchair. The old man in the wheelchair, leaning on a cane, took a nap with his eyes slightly closed.
"Grandpa," seeing the beautiful man standing up with a hint of respect, Huanhuan also stood up quickly, but she didn't know how to speak, so she just pretended to be a natural human flesh decoration.
"Mojia, you are finally willing to come back." The old man opened his eyes, a pair of fine eyes exuding a sharp luster. He looked at his grandson, and then his eyes fell on Huan Huan next to him, "Who is she?"
Although he asked the question casually, he did not hide his contempt at all.
Huanhuan was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe. If he knew that she had blackmailed his grandson, he would definitely not let her go!
Quietly, she raised her deer-like eyes and blinked at the handsome man.
Mojia's eyelashes were slightly opened, and the breath flowing out from one eyelid to the next was as mysterious and alluring as the night.
"I brought him back, woman."
He seemed to be stating the facts, speaking softly and slowly, neither lightly nor harshly, but his words were sharp.
Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief quietly. Unexpectedly, the beautiful man was still honest and did not complain to his grandfather.