At this moment, for her, every minute and every second was torture. Watching the clock ticking forward, the living room was silent, but Guan Qiyou was nowhere to be seen, Xuewei was extremely anxious.
After a while, the previous servant walked into the living room, walked respectfully to Xuewei, and said carefully: "Miss Jiang, sir, please go upstairs."
"What...what did you say? Go upstairs? Why...why did you let me go upstairs?" Xuewei frowned, listening to her words, feeling both disgusted and nervous.
"Ms. Jiang, this is what my husband ordered. He said he had something to show Miss Jiang." Then he gestured, "Ms. Jiang, please..."
This person's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, neither flattering nor frightened. Looking at it, he looked like he had been trained. Xuewei felt as if she had fallen into a big net woven by Guan Qiyou. She was getting deeper and deeper on the edge of the vortex.
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"I..." Xuewei wanted to refuse, but she knew that she couldn't refuse. She was already standing in the place that belonged to Guan Qiyou. She had no room for change. The living room and upstairs were only a few steps away.
, what difference does it make where we talk? Moreover, at this moment, she seems to be a chess piece in Guan Qiyou's hand. She must be wherever he asks her to be.
Xuewei followed her upstairs helplessly, passing through the second floor and all the way to the third floor. She followed her through the long corridor and walked to the door of the room at the end of the corridor. She knocked twice.
Then he pushed it away carefully, turned around and said to Xuewei: "Miss Jiang, sir is waiting for you inside, please come in."
There seemed to be very good lighting in the room. Through the thin crack in the door, a ray of sunlight was refracted and scattered on the carpet like gold, warm and bright.
Xuewei subconsciously held her hands. She knew that she was nervous, so she secretly cheered herself up.
Pushing open the door, she moved her legs that seemed to be filled with lead, and moved into the room step by step. Suddenly, the abundant sunlight surrounded her, so warm that she couldn't open her eyes for a while. Xuewei squinted.
She tried to find Guan Qiyou with her eyes, but the room was too bright. She raised her hand and put it on her forehead, covering it for a long time before her eyes could adapt. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was so frightened that she almost screamed.
Guan Qiyou was standing straight in front of her, staring at her closely with a pair of deep and slightly raised eyes, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Guan Qiyou, what...are you going to do?" Xuewei instinctively took a step back and looked warily at the dangerous man in front of her.
Guan Qiyou's eyes swept over Xuewei's body, and he suddenly smiled contemptuously. He turned around and walked towards the window. His cold voice was slightly distorted in the empty room, "What are you doing standing there? Come in and sit down!"
After putting a certain distance away from Guan Qiyou, Xuewei's nervousness slowly eased. She breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, she felt that the room was a little unusually bright. The bright and warm sunlight seemed to come from above her head.
illuminated.
She raised her head and looked up. At that moment, she gasped in a low voice. No wonder the lighting in the room was so good. It turned out that the ceiling was made of completely transparent tempered glass. In the huge room, the entire glass was actually in the middle.
There are no partitions and no pillars. It is amazing both in terms of craftsmanship and beauty. You can imagine how expensive it is. Probably, only people like Guan Qiyou can be so extravagant.