At the entrance of the heavily guarded single-family villa, two security guards solemnly saluted the car that was slowly entering the 'Rain Garden'.
Qian Xiaojue in the car was wearing sunglasses and driving her car intently until the red Ferrari parked safely in the garage. A man in black immediately came forward and opened the door for her.
Qian Xiaojue stepped out of the car on ten-inch high-heeled shoes with black leather and leopard print. She took off her sunglasses and handed the key to the man in black who opened the door. She coldly ordered: "Put the things in the trunk and back seat away."
Move them all to my bedroom."
"Yes, ma'am."
Qian Xiaojue walked out of the garage with an indifferent expression, walked along the path to the door of the house, entered the entrance and took off her high heels.
"Madam, you are back." Aunt Qian, the servant, placed Qian Xiaojue's slippers in front of her feet. Qian Xiaojue said softly, put on her comfortable slippers and walked in.
"Madam, do you want to take a bath or have afternoon tea?" Aunt Qian followed Qian Xiaojue and asked her as usual.
"Give me a cappuccino and bring it to the room."
"yes."
"Make a pot of scented tea and bring it to the flower room."
"yes."
"Then," Qian Xiaojue, who was about to go upstairs, looked back at Aunt Qian, who was also about to follow him up, and ordered coldly, "Don't come up here to disturb me again."
Aunt Qian bowed her head respectfully and agreed solemnly: "Yes, madam."
Qian Xiaojue turned her head. Even though her eyes showed fear, she would not be fooled again this time.
She clearly remembered the fate of the last time she was betrayed by her... Since then, she has sworn not to trust anyone in this family, even if it is her own family.
After returning to the luxurious but not cozy bedroom, Qian Xiaojue felt a little satisfied when she saw that Xiao Zhao had moved all the things.
She took off her black leather motorcycle jacket, unbuttoned her white shirt, and on the way to the dressing room, she didn't forget to take off the jeans that stretched her legs straight. A few minutes later, Qian Xiaojue, wearing a white skirt, walked away
She came out, her hair gently pulled back, her gentle and graceful appearance was completely different from the cold and fashionable look just now, as if she was a different person.
There are some bags piled on the ground, and there are four pots. Today, I finally got two pots of potted plants that have not yet bloomed. One pot of black roses, one pot of blue roses, and two pots of lotus orchids.
There was already a brewed cappuccino on the coffee table. Qian Xiaojue took the first sip, then put down the cup, bent down and effortlessly picked up two pots of roses, turned around and walked out the door.
There is a wooden ladder at the end of the corridor, which leads to a terrace. The glass room on the terrace and even the outside are filled with various plants that she likes. Some are in full bloom, bright ones are blooming on the branches, and some are still in bud, like
These two pots in my arms.
Carefully placing the two pots in his arms into the empty space in the glass room, Qian Xiaojue clapped his hands before smiling with satisfaction.
This is the rarest expression she shows in a day. Whenever she smiles like this, her husband can't help but kiss her, or hold her tightly in his arms and warn her coldly: "Don't say anything to others."
Men also show such expressions!"
He was always so domineering, but she was always helpless towards him.
Qian Xiaojue is so beautiful that she has no friends.
When she smiles, no flower in this glass house can compare with it, and when she doesn't smile, even if she stands there, people will always mistake her for a Tianshan snow lotus, right?
How could a woman be so beautiful? Absolutely beautiful are all adjectives that cannot be overstated.