In Seoul, where land is at a premium, it seems difficult to find a place with empty scenery. But at this time, somewhere in Seoul, there is an extremely wide private property.
At the outermost edge of the territory, there are tall fences. At the main gate of the territory, there are about a dozen bodyguards with guns on their waists who are meticulously guarding. A black Rolls-Royce Cullinan slowly drove up.
The main door.
The driver in the car took out a pass hanging in front of him and scanned it on the machine in front of the bodyguards. As the machine beeped, a green "agreed to enter" sign appeared on the screen.
After the bodyguards confirmed the logo on the screen, the fence at the door slowly opened, allowing Cullinan to slowly drive in.
The black Cullinan drove slowly on the main road of the territory for a while. After passing three checkpoints one by one, the car continued driving for about half a minute before finally arriving at its destination.
A man in a black elegant suit slowly walked out of the car. After respectfully greeting several old women who were cleaning fallen leaves in front of them, he finally walked slowly to the door of the villa.
This is a European-style three-story villa. In front of the villa, there are several tall trees that look very old standing proudly. It seems that each one is at least several decades old.
The man walked into the villa. As he entered, it was obvious that the owner of the villa had unfathomable strength.
The walls are filled with all kinds of oil paintings and many ancient Chinese paintings. If any one is placed outside, it will be a work that can make people at various well-known auctions go crazy.
Facing such precious masterpieces, this man had no intention of appreciating them. He hurriedly walked to the door of a room in the villa, knocked respectfully, and after receiving permission to "come in," he buried his head.
, walked in politely.
"Madam, this is the information you want."
On the sofa in the room, an extremely beautiful woman who looked like she was just thirty years old said "Yes" and lay lazily on the sofa that looked ridiculously expensive, with her eyes on the TV and her head on her head.
He said without replying:
"Let it go." "Yes."
The man held the things in his hands and placed them respectfully on the coffee table in front of the woman. However, he still leaned forward and asked cautiously:
"Any other instructions? Madam."
The woman held a glass of red wine in her hand. She shook the glass casually with one hand and watched the wine in the glass gently swaying back and forth. Qiongbi wrinkled slightly while smelling the aroma of the red wine from time to time.
Thinking about something.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, the woman's eyebrows twitched slightly, and her delicate Emei was covered with misty distant mountains. Along with the woman, she stopped shaking the wine glass slightly for a second.
"How's it going now, Miss?"
The man lowered his head even lower and replied respectfully:
"To tell you what, Madam, from our observation, she is doing quite well now."
The woman nodded slightly, brought the wine glass to her mouth, and took a sip.
"Well done, keep looking over there."
When the man heard this praise, he was immediately overjoyed. He bent forward a little more and nodded heavily:
"Thank you, madam! I will continue to look over there."
The woman waved her hand to him casually, signaling him to hurry out. The man immediately continued to bow, and quickly stepped back in small steps to reach the door. After opening the door, he faced the sofa again.
The woman on top bowed vigorously, turned around and walked out of the house, closing the door respectfully.
The woman watched TV alone in the room for a while, and suddenly something interesting seemed to appear on the TV, and the woman suddenly smiled extremely charmingly.
After watching the scene on TV for a while, the corners of the woman's mouth kept curling up mischievously. Only at this moment did a few slight wrinkles appear on the woman's forehead, but it did not affect the woman's appearance at all.
Her perfect appearance added a touch of charm to her.
It seemed that the interesting scene of the woman on TV had passed, so her expression returned to its original state, her eyes no longer stared at the TV screen, but turned her head to the window, looking deeply at the scenery outside the window.
You can feel from the woman's brows still slightly frowning from time to time that she seems to be worried about something.
As if sensing the trouble in the woman's heart at this time, the sky that had just been clear outside the window became cloudy. A dark cloud slowly passed over the villa, and a little drizzle began to fall with the wind.
On the shelf next to several flower pots by the window, there was an extremely brightly colored parrot parked. The parrot seemed to feel the owner's slightly disappointed mood at this time, and it gently flew from the shelf to the woman's left shoulder in a comforting manner.
He put his head on the woman's forehead affectionately and comforted the owner:
"What are you looking at?"
The woman was a little depressed at first, but when she heard the parrot say "What are you looking at?", her attention was immediately attracted by the parrot on her shoulder, and she looked at the parrot funny:
"Look at you!"
"What are you looking at?"
The parrot seemed to only know this sentence, and repeated it several times on the woman's shoulder.
After the woman answered for the first time, she no longer paid attention to the parrot's "What are you looking at?" and continued to look at the drizzle outside the window. For a moment, she was a little crazy.
After staring blankly at the rain outside the window, the woman opened the window and slowly stretched her jade hands out the window.
After closing her eyes and feeling the feeling of raindrops falling on her fingers, the woman withdrew one hand, put it under her nose, put it in her mouth, and licked her fingers with her tongue.
"I remember I also left in this kind of weather..."
The woman took her fingers out of her mouth and stared at the hand.
"It's still as bitter as the rain back then."
It was still raining outside the window, and it was still so warm inside the house, but at this time, the woman's hand that was still in the house was already covered with water drops.
I don't know, but the rain outside the window was blown in by the wind and fell on the woman's hand.
Still, the woman's tears wet her bare hands.
As outside the window, the old women cleaning the fallen leaves in front of the door let out a suppressed sigh, a suppressed cry and the sound of rain slowly mixed together...
At this time, the man had returned to the Cullinan car outside the villa. The man gave instructions to the driver and then slowly drove back along the way he came.
The man in the car was slowly stroking a watch with his hand.
The man was seriously thinking about what the "madam" told him.
"Keep looking at Miss."
"Go on, look at Miss."
The man lit a cigarette, took a strong drag, and slowly spit it out.
The smoke blown out of the window floated out of the window. Under the baptism of wind and rain, it quickly