Fairyland, Big Problem

The car passed through a corner of Tianma City and was far away from the city again.

Although the Mu family brought the prosperity of the entire city group, the Suan family has its own sense of mystery, or because of the consideration of suppressing the evil spirits, the site of the old house is far away from the suburbs of Tianma City.

Famous sects and so on, most of them are set like this, located in the blessed land and caves in the deep mountains and old forests.

The dark family in the current world is not so mysterious. The buildings in the small mountains and forests are directly connected by privately built roads, and only electric gates are set up at the intersections to block outsiders.

“Mr. Wen, we’re almost there.”

“Well, I’m a little nervous.”

This is the first time I have come into contact with such a large organization.

In Wen Jiuwei’s short and fashionable journey, apart from the official institutions, the fighting power of the dark family is at the top of the pyramid.

I didn’t expect to have business dealings with them in more than a month, although it was only a deal of tens of thousands of dollars with the younger generation of the Mu family.

The car continued to drive on the mountain road for more than ten minutes, the front slowly turned a corner, and the building group appeared from the block of the mountain.

The red lacquer gate with a width of more than five meters has the spirit of an ancient wealthy courtyard, and the name of the house is vigorously engraved on the plaque.

Naturally, it is impossible for the car to smash through the threshold and rush in. Instead, it takes a side route and detours, and is placed in the parking lot with classical eaves.

“Come on, Mr. Wen, I’ll take you to your room first.”

Like Mu Fengshuang, there are not many family members who invite people from outside to help with “translation”.

In normal understanding, the understanding of cultivation within the Suan family is definitely stronger than that of outsiders, and Mu Fengshuang’s search for the left way in terms of psychological analysis is purely by chance.

“Miss Fengshuang.”

Walking through the side door and entering the house, the maid bowed and saluted by the rockery in the front courtyard.

“Master, please come over.”

“Oh!” Mu Fengshuang received contact from his father when he thought of coming, and explained a little in advance about the experience of grandpa’s practice tomorrow at the opening of the altar.

“Little secretary, take Mr. Wen to the guest room.”

“Yes.”

The little secretary with Baozi face turned around, “Mr. Wen, let’s go this way.”

According to the structure of the Mu family, the back of the family house is the residence of the internal members, the clan lives in the deepest part, and the residence of the family members is outside, and the outside is the guest room, and the outer layer is arranged for the servants and maids.

“here.”

The little secretary pushed open a large guest room on the third floor of the passenger compartment.

During the New Year’s Eve, the Mu family did not receive many foreign guests. Wen Jiu was an exception. Some rooms were optional. Mu Fengshuang directly arranged a higher specification.

Three rooms and one living room.

In addition to the living room, the master room, study room, and entourage room are softly furnished and antique, and the electrical appliances necessary for modern life are perfectly integrated without disturbing the ancient charm.

The little secretary gently pushed the half-rimmed glasses and said in a cold tone, “Mr. Wen, are you satisfied living here for the next three days?”

“no problem.”

“You can call me anytime you need, then…”

Halfway through the speech, the elite appearance of the little secretary appeared to be shaken. In her sight, Wen Jiu picked up the delicate small porcelain bottle on the drink rack.

There are tea leaves prepared for guests on the drink rack, as well as medicinal materials such as Luo Han Guo, while the small porcelain bottle is full of white wine.

She hadn’t been drinking for more than a week, and the little secretary shook her head. If she saw a guest drinking at this time, the expression management technique would definitely fail.

“That… Mr. Wen, I’ll go first.”

“Little secretary, I don’t drink, so I keep it as a waste.”

Shaking the wine bottle, Wen Jiu was very meaningful. The little secretary was easier to handle than Mu Fengshuang. First, get closer to her and find out some hidden precautions.

“Mr. Wen… If you don’t drink it, just leave it there.”

“You love wine, don’t you, come on, treat it as I drink it to the outside world.”

“Really…really…” The little secretary showed a somewhat greedy expression, and quickly cheered up, “No way, the master of the hometown will give lectures for the next three days.”

“Oh, you didn’t participate, you just fell asleep with your head covered.”

Mu Fengshuang can bring a close friend to attend the class, and Wen Jiu will occupy the seat, and the little secretary will be idle.

“Yes…it makes sense, you should relax.”

“Right, come and come.”

Wen Jiu intensified, pulling off the bottle cap and sniffing lightly, almost choking.

For people who don’t drink alcohol, there is no such thing as “wine aroma”, it is similar to kitchen cooking wine.

In order to catch the little secretary, Wen Jiu can only put on a great experience. After all, this is the high-standard guest room of Mu’s family, and the drinks and tea prepared will definitely not be bad.

Gollum…

The sound of swallowing resounded in the room, and the little secretary quietly closed the door, staring at Wen Jiu for a moment.

Logically speaking, cheating someone into a room and then closing the door silently is usually the man’s act before he is conspiring to do something wrong.

This…

With faint blue light in his eyes, the little secretary looked like a wild dog that had been hungry for three days.

“Hehe, Mr. Wen…hehe.”

“woc! You have to restrain yourself!”

“Give it to me.”

The scene turned a little scary, Wen Jiu hurriedly flipped up the glass and poured in clear wine.

The little secretary is not polite, or she only sees what is in the cup, and there are no more guests.

She looks like a drug addict, but when she gets the wine glass, the little secretary is still a little particular.

The tip of the nose sniffed lightly.

“Wow~ it’s the sweet-scented osmanthus wine made by our Mu family. It’s been three years. The superior rooms are different.”

huh…

The little secretary took a sip, and the baby fat on Baozi’s face squeezed his eyes into slits.

“Puha~ Cool!”

Shouting out the voice, the little secretary suddenly covered his mouth, looking at the door like a thief, and then he calmed down after confirming that there was no movement.

“Mr. Wen, don’t you want to drink?”

“I’ve said it all, I don’t drink a drop of alcohol.”

“It’s a pity, then I’ll have it all for myself.”

“Um.”

Wen Jiu looked at the little secretary who poured her own drink. UU reading www.uukanshu.com This guy’s happiness is really simple enough, and she can start asking questions when she feels a little bit drunk.

First, ask about the internal situation of the Mu family, whether there is a faction or the like, so as to avoid being involved in the struggle for power and profit;

I have to ask Mu Fengshuang’s father, how is Mu Yi’an’s character, and whether he should be careful about certain matters when he speaks;

I have to ask the old owner…

thump—

Before Wen Jiu could sort out the problem, he saw the little secretary suddenly get up.

The wine bottle in her hand was drained.

The capacity of the porcelain bottle is about one can of Coke. Since it is a light wine, the amount is not much.

“Eh? You…”

“Wen…hic~~~, Mr. Wen, if you don’t drink, the second bottle will be mine too, ge, right?”

“Oh, okay.”

It might be a sign that good things come in pairs. The Mu family kept two bottles of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the guest room.

The little secretary staggered to pick up the second can. This time, there were not so many politenesses.

“Hey, hey, are you alright?”

Shaky and reluctantly stood still, the little secretary looked like a drunkard.

The development of things was beyond Wen Jiu’s expectations.

It stands to reason that the drinks placed in the guest room will not be too bad, and the energy will not be too strong. The little secretary is a good drinker, and he should be okay…

However, she has already started to spit!

“Wow! Miss Mu is so real! She’s been very kind to me, and she’s too strict with me. You haven’t given me any wine for so long, dug~~”

“Shh! Shh! Be quiet.”

“What are you afraid of, don’t be afraid, just treat it as your own home, hahahahahahaha.”

Wen Jiu looked at the little secretary who was splashing on the sofa at a loss.

What is this called?

People are addicted to vegetables…