Hei Jieming took her to a private estate in the suburbs. When the car drove into the main entrance, Luo Huan seemed to see two figures jumping out of the bushes, and then jumping back again.
The car stopped, and a foreigner with blue eyes and white skin ran out quickly and opened the car door for Luo Huan diligently.
"Beautiful lady, welcome to Fulun Manor. I am Xiao Aniu, the housekeeper here. Until you leave, I will provide you with the most attentive service. No matter what you need, I will satisfy it. With you Chinese
As the saying goes, if there are difficulties, you have to do it; if there are no difficulties, you have to do it even if there are difficulties!"
The poor Chinese language, exaggerated body language, and passionate personality suddenly made Luo Huan, who had finally calmed down a little, start to feel uneasy again.
"By the way, Flen Manor has an ancient history of more than three hundred years. A British noble once lived here. The most famous thing is the execution chamber built in the basement, which has preserved the most classic torture instruments of all royal families for more than three hundred years.
There are also limited-edition electric chairs and guillotines. When you are bored, you can take pictures and post them on Weibo. It must be cool and dazzling and make fans scream." Little Aniu spoke at an average speed of 10 words per second.
After introducing the classic project in his mind.
Then, he was surprised to find that the beautiful oriental girl he brought back from the boss scared her to tears!
The girls that Xiao Aniu has seen in daily life are stronger than the other and less easy to mess with than the last.
This was the first time I saw a soft girl, so I immediately became confused.
"Master! What should I do! She is crying!" Xiao Aniu asked Hei Jieming for help in a depressed manner, but received a terrible cold look in return.
Although he was tall and strong, stronger than an orangutan, his courage was not standard. He suddenly gave up and said, "I will supervise the kitchen to prepare dinner and add two more dishes to satisfy your guests."
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.
Hei Jieming shook his head helplessly, walked around the car, came to Luo Huan, helped her wipe away the tears from her eyes, and asked warmly, "Why are you crying?"
Luo Huan had been tense for more than ten hours, and the pressure was extremely high. Now he couldn't hold it anymore. He sniffed and replied with a sigh, "You didn't bring me back here to ask questions about what happened last night."
Something about it? Also prepare... wu wu... British torture instruments... and the electric chair... wu wu..."
Hei Jieming sighed, "You misunderstood."
"Misunderstanding?" She didn't believe it at all and looked at him with tearful eyes, looking extremely pitiful.
For no reason, Hei Jieming thought of Bambi again, with his big eyes and watery eyes, how cute he was, how cute he was.
So, his heart softened involuntarily, and he continued to wipe her tears, "You were alone in country M and didn't find Luo Ling. I didn't want you to stay in a hotel to avoid getting into trouble, so I took you back to my house.
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"Is this your home?" Luo Huan stopped crying, but the tears in his eyes still flowed down suddenly.
The crystal water moistened her cheeks.
Hei Jieming nodded in a funny way, took out some tissues from the car, and carefully wiped away her tears, "The company has a lot of business in the United States, and I stay in country M for a period of time every year.
It’s not convenient to stay in a hotel, so I bought this piece of land so that my friends can come and stay.”
“Execution chamber and electric chair??”
She was still struggling with those scary things. At one point, when she was sorting out information, she read a lot of introductions about that aspect, and her fear was quite deep.