Four and a half hours later, the plane landed at Hong Kong International Airport.
It was half past eleven at night.
As soon as Ye Qingxin followed Jing Boyuan out of the airport, two men in suits and leather shoes came to meet him.
"Boss Jing, the car is over there."
Jing Boyuan nodded slightly towards the two, the boss's air was very high.
This man always looks like an unattainable superior on the outside, serious and meticulous. If Ye Qingxin hadn't learned about this man's unscrupulous demeanor a few nights ago, he might have been fooled by his serious boss demeanor.
Not far away, a Maybach parked majestically there.
Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan walked over with the two of them, and they opened the rear door one on the left and one on the right.
After waiting for ten minutes, Luo Feng came out and put the luggage of Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan into the trunk.
After about an hour and a half, the Maybach drove into the gate of a mansion on the top of the mountain, crossed the long driveway, and stopped in front of a three-story detached house.
The decoration of the house is magnificent.
As soon as he entered the door, a man who looked like a butler stepped forward and bowed, "Sir, madam, welcome home."
The butler is a middle-aged Frenchman who speaks Mandarin fluently without any foreigner accent. He is wearing a snow-white shirt, black vest, black tuxedo, black bow tie, straight black trousers, and shiny black leather shoes.
Behind him, more than a dozen maids stood in two rows, followed the housekeeper and bowed respectfully towards Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan, with a neat and clear voice, "Sir, madam, welcome home."
Ye Qingxin's expression was a little dazed, but it was only for a moment, and then imitating Jing Boyuan's way, she nodded slightly towards the crowd, holding her head high and her chest high, as if she were a high-ranking hostess, noble and dignified.
The butler led the two to a bedroom on the third floor.
Ye Qingxin could no longer describe the luxurious scenery she saw along the way.
The two men in suits and ties put her and Jing Boyuan's luggage in the bedroom, and exited the room respectfully.
The housekeeper bowed respectfully towards Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan, "Good night, sir and madam." Then he exited and closed the door.
When the door was closed, Ye Qingxin looked at Jing Boyuan, "This is..."
Jing Boyuan tore off his tie, opened the cabinet and put it in, took off his suit and hung it up, and replied casually: "I bought it a few years ago."
Ye Qingxin: "..."
After a while, he asked, "Do you like it?"
Ye Qingxin didn't speak, and walked to the balcony, her eyes were suddenly attracted by the scenery outside the balcony.
The villa is located on the top of the hill, and the entire gorgeous Victoria Harbor is quietly presented under her eyes, colorful and amazingly beautiful.
Hong Kong deserves to be the third largest financial center in the world. It is prosperous enough and a paradise for the rich.
"This place is more prosperous than the capital." She stated the facts, her voice was calm.
Jing Boyuan leaned against the glass guardrail, lit a cigarette, and the night wind blew away the blue mist from his thin lips.
"If you like this place, we can stay for a few more days." After a pause, he continued, "We can also move here for a long time in the future."
Ye Qingxin smiled, her brows and eyes were quiet, her eyes fell on the night scene in the distance, and she didn't speak to her.
While washing, she stood in the bathroom, dazed.
The size of the bathroom is probably as big as two in her house.
During this period of time, she was too close to Jing Boyuan, so close that she even forgot the gap between herself and him.
To him, buying such a mansion in Hong Kong seemed as easy as picking candy from the ground, but to her, standing here was like a dream.
After taking a shower, Jing Boyuan was still standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette. Several cigarette butts had already fallen by his feet. When she walked over, the night breeze was seductive.
"I'm ready."
Jing Boyuan knocked lightly on the guardrail with the hand holding the cigarette, flicked off the ash, passed the cigarette to his lips and took a last puff, then smashed it on the guardrail.
Turn around and look at Ye Qingxin.
The girl is wearing a silk nightdress with suspenders, long hair hanging down the shoulders, narrow shoulders and slashed back, slender waist and long legs, exquisite facial features, and all her movements are seductive.
Jing Boyuan's eyes dimmed quietly.
He stretched out his hand to lift Ye Qingxin's pointed and thin chin, and kissed her lips, "Go to bed first, I'll be back in a while."
Ye Qingxin pursed her lips, looked at him with bright eyes, and nodded.
It was almost two o'clock in the morning.
Ye Qingxin was so sleepy that she had a headache and almost fell asleep with the pillow on her hands.
When Jing Boyuan came out wrapped in a nightgown, he saw the girl on the bed sleeping deeply, staring at Ye Qingxin's small face for a few seconds, he closed the glass door of the balcony, and turned off the lights.
The curtains were not drawn, and the light coming in from outside dimly illuminated the entire bedroom.
He went to bed and lay next to Ye Qingxin, wrapped her in his arms, kissed her hairline, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The next day, when Jing Boyuan woke up, Ye Qingxin noticed something, but she was too sleepy, she didn't open her eyelids, and vaguely felt that he kissed her forehead before leaving.
By the time she woke up completely, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.
There is a note left by Jing Boyuan on the bedside table.
—I’m going to be very busy today, I have something to ask the housekeeper, and I’ll pick you up to the auction tonight.
There is also Jing Boyuan's signature in the lower right corner of the note.
The font is astonishing, flowing and unrestrained, and the signature is a typical business signature.
Ye Qingxin looked at the note and smiled, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After washing up, the bedroom door was opened, and there were two maids at the door, bowing to her from left to right, with a loud and clear voice, "Good morning, madam."
Ye Qingxin sized up the maids without a trace. They were all dressed in uniform and of good looks. They were all fair-skinned and beautiful, tall and slender.
"Is your wife going to a restaurant for dinner?"
Ye Qing nodded.
The maid on the right took two steps forward, turned her head and made a 'please' gesture to her.
Just like that, Ye Qingxin was held between the maids one after the other, and led to the restaurant.
Seeing her coming, the butler immediately ordered the maid in the kitchen to serve her breakfast. The maid even helped her spread the napkin. The service was meticulous and thoughtful, and she almost didn't feed her.
Had breakfast.
"This is the first time for my wife to come to the villa. Let me take my wife for a walk in the garden."
This villa was purchased by Jing Boyuan three years ago from the former chairman of Hong Kong Telecom Group, Xiao Sheng. It is worth 1.5 billion Hong Kong dollars, with a total area of 1,093 square meters and a large garden of more than 2,300 square meters.
This is what the housekeeper told Ye Qingxin.
The housekeeper also said that the patch of red roses was once planted by the wife of Xiao Sheng, the former chairman of the Telecom Group. After seeing it, Mr. Jing didn’t say that he would remove it.
Now that it's summer, Hong Kong has a subtropical climate, and the temperature is much higher than that of Beijing. The butler drove Ye Qingxin around the garden in a sightseeing car, passing through the sea of roses, and the pleasant fragrance of flowers filled his mouth and nose.
Back in the detached house, Ye Qingxin stood on the balcony on the third floor, looking at the Victoria Harbor in the distance, surrounded by clouds and smoke, compared with the colorful night, it was another fairyland-like beauty.
Thinking of the dozens of fair-skinned and beautiful maids in the villa, she couldn't help but slander again.
Capitalists will certainly enjoy it.
at lunch time.
Ye Qingxin asked the housekeeper casually, "Did you come here often before?"
When a single man faces so many beautiful women, there will always be times when he can't help himself.
Even if Jing Boyuan didn't think about it, given his status and financial resources, there are probably not a few maids who want to climb into the dragon bed.
I don't know how many other women besides her have experienced Jing Boyuan's unknown side.
I once heard Jing Suosuo say that Jing Boyuan didn't even have a girlfriend in his thirties, but not having a girlfriend doesn't mean he doesn't have a woman.
And Dou Weier once said that, listening to the gossip of female colleagues in the company, someone saw Jing Boyuan going in and out of the hotel with different women...
And that night... His skills are clearly mastered...
The more she thought about it, the worse Ye Qingxin's appetite became, and she became panicked.
The housekeeper didn't know what Ye Qingxin was thinking, and replied with a smile: "This is the first time Mr. has come to live here."
"Yeah?"
Ye Qingxin smiled, her appetite suddenly improved again, and she even ate half a bowl of rice more.
Six p.m.
Jing Boyuan called and said that he would come back to pick her up in half an hour and asked her to change into more formal clothes.
Ye Qingxin rummaged through all the clothes in the suitcase, found a more formal white shirt and put it on, with a black one-step skirt underneath, which tightly outlined her beautiful curves.
This is the same time that Jing Boyuan took her to buy it at LY, and she has never worn it.
At half past six, a Maybach parked under the steps in front of the house.
The car window was open, revealing Jing Boyuan's deep and handsome face.
He was sitting in the back seat, with a faint tiredness covering his brows, his hand holding a cigarette lightly resting on the edge of the car window, and the exquisite high-end watch was exposed from the cuffs of his tightly buttoned white shirt, showing his good taste.
Ye Qingxin ran down the stairs in small steps, with her ponytail flicking behind her, looking pretty and cute.
Jing Boyuan looked at her, a touch of tenderness slipped unconsciously in his deep eyes, the tiredness between his brows and eyes was wiped away, he took a puff of cigarette, and then extinguished it, the butler who was waiting at the side immediately handed over the ashtray, looking well-trained.
"Boyuan."
Ye Qingxin ran to him and called him.
Jing Boyuan pushed the car door and moved inside by himself, "Get in the car."
The car drove out of the garden gate.
in the car.
Jing Boyuan held Ye Qingxin's little hand, rubbed her thumb with his thumb, and asked calmly, "Are you still used to it?"
Ye Qingxin nodded, "The housekeeper and servants are very considerate."
Jing Boyuan: "Dinner ready?"
Ye Qingxin smiled: "Well, how about you, have you had dinner yet?"
Jing Boyuan's left hand calmly caressed Ye Qingxin's naked thigh, stroking it intentionally or unintentionally, but his voice was still serious: "I've eaten."
Ye Qingxin couldn't help but want to push his hand away from the numb feeling on her thigh.
and…
She looked up at Luo Feng who was driving in the driver's seat.
There are outsiders.
Jing Boyuan took advantage of the opportunity to hold her little hand, and just held it like this, without any further behavior beyond the rules.
I don't know how long it has been.
The Maybach was parked in the underground parking lot of the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Center, and Ye Qingxin followed Jing Boyuan to get off the car.
Just at this time, a white sports car stopped in the parking space next to it, and a very stylishly dressed young woman got out of the car.
When Ye Qingxin saw it, she froze for a moment.
It was Gu Jiao.
She was wearing a blue one-piece skirt with a hip wrap, and a small white sleeveless suit, which was exquisite, fashionable, and professionally elegant.
When she saw Ye Qingxin, she was taken aback, "Xinxin? You..." Turning her eyes to see Jing Boyuan, the smile on her mouth deepened, "This is..."
Ye Qingxin smiled, and naturally took Jing Boyuan's arm, "We're here to participate in the Sotheby's auction, where is Miss Gu?"
Gu Jiao's tone was a bit annoyed, "I've already said that you can call me Jiaojiao, but you still call me Jiaojiao so strangely." After a pause, she added: "Coincidentally, I'm also here to participate in Sotheby's jewelry auction. It is said that there will be many good jewelry, so let's take a look."
Ye Qingxin nodded with a smile.
Seeing that the silence was about to come, Gu Jiao hurriedly proposed to take a step before the silence.
Ye Qingxin didn't say anything.
Gu Jiao took the lead towards the elevator in the underground parking lot.
Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan walked behind, suddenly, Ye Qingxin's foot tilted, and he gasped in pain.
Jing Boyuan quickly supported her, and when she stabilized his figure, he knelt down to check Ye Qingxin's ankle, and grabbed her foot with his big hand and moved it lightly, "Does it hurt?"
Ye Qingxin shook her head.
It hurts a little bit for a moment.
Jing Boyuan let go of her feet, stood up, tall and long-legged, with an upright posture, raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Ye Qingxin's hair, "Walk carefully."
The tone was obviously a little harsh, even with a bit of reprimand, but Gu Jiao heard a lot of concern from it.
The moment the elevator door closed, she saw Ye Qingxin stick out her tongue at Jing Boyuan with a pure face, and Jing Boyuan smiled and rubbed Ye Qingxin's hair again.
The picture is beautiful.
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Let me emphasize one point first: this article is a one-on-one pair of men and women, don't be misled by a few words in the article, and misunderstand our uncle Jing's innocence.
There are two updates.
Don't compare Sotheby's in fiction to Sotheby's in reality, thank you.
The hero’s mansion in the novel, according to rumors, in reality, our Ali Baba Uncle Ma bought such a house in Hong Kong. In the world of the rich, Mou Yao can only flirt in the novel.
small theater:
Mou Yao: Uncle Jing, I suspect that you have countless women. To be honest, how many women have you had
Jing Boyuan: ...
Mou Yao, Uncle Jing, why are you so skilled in that area
Jing Boyuan: ...
Mou Yao: Uncle Jing...
Jing Boyuan's anger: You didn't write this shit!
Mou Yao: Calm and calm, Uncle Jing, your personality is mature and stable, reserved and self-sustaining, you must always maintain a calm and demeanor.
Jing Boyuan smiled, and said calmly and gracefully: Get lost.
Mou Yao walked out mellowly.
Well, little cutie has a monthly pass evaluation ticket or something to vote for...