Wang Aoshuang immediately frowned, wondering if Lan Yuchi would investigate who bought her. If he knew that Ling Ang bought her, I wonder what he would do.
But since I escaped from him, of course I had to leave his control.
She breathed a deep sigh of relief and smiled lightly, "I will go wherever you take me."
"Aren't you afraid that I will kidnap you?" There was a soft smile on his face, elegant and charming.
When she saw him joking for the first time, she felt a little less lonely and a little more gentle.
"Haha, I'm already so pitiful, can you bear to sell me again?" She looked at him pretending to be pitiful.
He smiled lightly, a bit mischievously, "Don't use a honey trap on me, or I will fall into your trap."
"Ha." She laughed dryly, not expecting that he would make such an ambiguous joke.
"Are you starting to get scared?" His smile was unpredictable.
"No matter how scary it is to follow you, it's not as scary as being in a place like that just now." Her voice was a little soft, and she was still frightened when she thought of today's situation.
He raised his eyes slightly, knowing that she was indeed frightened, so he said gently, "I will take you back to Sydney first, have a good rest, and then take you to the surrounding places to relax."
The plane landed at a manor.
A Chinese butler, about forty or fifty years old, came out with some surprise on his face, "Master, aren't you supposed to be here at this time...?"
Ling Ang made a gesture, and the housekeeper immediately stopped talking.
Wang Aoshuang is a little surprised that Ling Ang actually has a home here in Australia?
"Go and prepare the room for this young lady, and make a cup of tea to calm the panic..." Ling Ang ordered as he walked into the hall, and then added: "The bedside of the room must face the south."
"Yes." The butler responded respectfully.
"I'll go to the study to deal with some things first, and you can take a rest first. If you need anything, you can always ask Butler Xu." He looked at her gently, with a warm concern in his eyes.
"Then go and do your work." She nodded and smiled lightly.
Wang Aoshuang was sitting in the hall, drinking tea and admiring the decoration of the hall.
The hall is in European style, with different famous European paintings inlaid on the walls, each painted by a famous master.
There are many unique works of art displayed in the cabinet, and the style is actually from the Renaissance.
The whole hall is calm, low-key and luxurious, which is very similar to Ling Ang's personality.
After she visited for a while, the housekeeper came down from upstairs and said, "Ms. Wang, the room is ready."
"OK."
She followed the housekeeper to a relatively quiet room on the third floor. The room was very spacious, with light colors and a large terrace outside the door.
The head of the bed faces the south just as Ling Ang said.
"Steward Xu, may I ask why the bedside must face the south." Wang Aoshuang was very curious about this question.
The housekeeper showed an easy-going smile and explained: "The magnetic force of the earth's magnetic field goes out from the south to the north, and sleeping according to the magnetic field lines of the magnetic field is the most beneficial to the body. It can promote blood circulation and deepen sleep. Because our old lady
I believe in Feng Shui, so the orientation of the bed at home is arranged according to Feng Shui. The young master is afraid that you will not adapt to the environment and have trouble sleeping here, so he specially asked me to adjust the direction of the head of the bed."
"Oh." A trace of warmth surged through her heart. This man was really not ordinary attentive. He thought about such small things so thoughtfully.