She stood there, looking at the small building in front of her.
This is a small Chinese-style building. There is a large, smooth lawn in front of the door, surrounded by a bamboo fence, and a large yard in which various vegetables are grown.
It should have just rained in Beijing.
The green vegetables have been washed, green and full of vitality.
Shen Ning felt like it inexplicably.
It gave her a feeling of returning to the countryside.
Nothing like her current home.
In order to show her status and taste, Chen Mingli also imitated others' arty style. She pulled out the vegetables in her yard and planted them all with precious flowers and plants.
Shen Ning only felt that she was vulgar.
But people with real taste return to their original nature, just like the owner of the house in front of them.
Just the large green lawn in front of you makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Go through the fenced courtyard and come to the gate.
Shen Ning appreciated it even more.
The two doors are also of the old style, filled with vermilion paint and with bright copper nails on them.
She felt like she had traveled through time.
I never expected that in a modern city, there would be such a clumsy building.
Peng Junkai stepped lightly, picked up the copper ring, tapped it twice, and then stood with his hands solemnly.
Soon, someone inside opened the door. It was a young aunt, who nodded to Peng Junkai and invited him in.
"Miss Shen, please come in."
Peng Junkai opened the door and politely let Shen Ning go first.
Having already arrived here, Shen Ning knew that she had no way out. Even if this was a tiger's mouth, she had no choice but to enter.
She walked in carrying her small suitcase.
After entering the door, you are faced with a large living room, which is antique and the furniture is all old-style and very simple in style. At first glance, it is all old furniture that has been used for many years, and many places are polished and shiny.
Her eyes were involuntarily attracted to these pieces of furniture.
"Ms. Shen seems to be interested in these furniture?" Peng Junkai asked curiously when he noticed that she kept staring at the furniture.
This was not his first time here, but he didn't find these old-fashioned furniture attractive.
"Yes." Shen Ning nodded, "Fragrant rosewood."
Dalbergia rosewood is a rare species of mahogany and is very expensive. Moreover, these furniture are all made of rosewood that has been used for at least hundreds of years. The price of any small bench is inestimable.
"What Dalbergia?"
Peng Junkai didn't understand. He didn't know anything about wood materials. He only knew about mahogany and rosewood. What about rosewood? Is it expensive
Shen Ning smiled but did not explain.
She looked at the living room with admiration and liked the taste of the owner.
Fu Shaobei will not live here.
She dared to conclude.
Because the whole house was full of a sense of vicissitudes of time, from the architectural style of the exterior, the planting in the courtyard, and the furniture in the room, she experienced the feeling of traveling through time and space.
She seemed to have returned to ancient times.
"Miss Shen, please come this way."
Peng Junkai led her upstairs.
Shen Ning stood still.
"Assistant Peng, can you tell me where this place is? Also, why did your young master bring me here? If you don't explain clearly, I will leave immediately."
Her expression was stubborn and her tone was firm and unquestionable.
Peng Junkai hesitated for a moment.
"Miss Shen, I'm just following orders. I'd better wait until my young master comes to tell you some things in person, okay?"