Li Yifeng stood in front of the villa, quietly waiting for the arrival of Luo Ye and Lin Wanyu.
He has thick black hair, pure in color, in sharp contrast with the white snow on his forehead. His eyes were dark and his eyes were far away, as if he was looking at the roaring Reventon from a distance, and he seemed to be looking at the green mountains further away. In his eyes without focus, there was a subtle self-confidence faintly revealed.
In the distant valley, his father's tombstone was watching him silently. This is the manor left by his father. In more than ten years, he has fulfilled most of his father's last wishes: live, live, live, and...
Ten years ago, the father on the sick bed grabbed his hand with the last strength and murmured the last word in his ear.
That day, the young man who did not change things vowed to spend his life to fulfill his promise to his father. He began to learn to be strong, learn to forgive, and even learned one of the most difficult skills in life-giving up.
When a person learns to give up, he is invincible. In order to fulfill his father's last words, he can give up everything.
Behind him, a strangely shaped villa stood quietly in the snow, as if to give Li Yifeng a strong support. Snow flies down on your feet, like a quiet chant from a flower in a bottle, and the content of the chant is about a man waiting to die...
Luo Ye slowed down, allowing Reventon to keep sliding. He noticed that there was a mysterious feeling between Li Yifeng and the villa behind him. There seemed to be a gloomy silence hidden in the empty scene. The two were mixed with each other and used as references. They were interdependent and opposed to each other.
Yes, Li Yifeng is the owner of Nanshan Manor, but he is not like the owner here—this is Luo Ye's first thought when he sees this scene. As soon as this thought appeared, countless questions also came out.
This villa has been around for a few years, and the impetuous decorations seem to be traces of years of luxury parties, but the four-story building structure is quite weird, which is very different from the traditional villa.
Luo Ye saw that between the villa and the mountain, there seemed to be another building hidden, quietly hiding in the shadows, as if it had never appeared before.
He began to think about how to explore the "Shadow Villa" while gently stepping on the brakes.
The thermal imaging function of contact lenses seems to be useful, but the glasses will produce red light when the scanning mode is turned on. It is not a good thing to shine red light in front of other people's faces. You must find a place where no one is.
Li Yifeng frowned slightly, asking Luo Ye and Lin Wanyu to come to Nanshan Villa is part of the long-term plan, but the scheduled meeting time is not now. Their visit slightly disrupted Li Yifeng's rhythm. However, when Reventon slowed down, all the negative emotions on his face disappeared, replaced by a general smile.
Smile is a weapon. Hu Jiyao once told him that if he feels uneasy, smile.
So, he took a breath, and the smile at the corner of his mouth stretched even more.
Luo Ye stepped on the brakes in front of Li Yifeng and extinguished the roaring engine.
When lifting the car door, Luo Ye gently inhaled his nose. The fresh scent of log pine permeated the entire manor, which was also mixed with a faint acetic acid smell—this acetic acid smell is definitely not the vinegar for cooking.
"Brother Luo, I really envy you." Li Yifeng greeted him with enthusiasm, staring at the cockpit like a fighter jet, and jokingly squeezed his eyebrows at Luo Ye. "I think Monica must be distressed. broken."
Lin Wanyu walked out of the car door, "Who is Monica?" She originally planned how to greet her cousin Yifeng, but she didn't expect to blurt out the origin of a strange woman. The ground under her feet was wet and soft, and as the trampling slowly sank, she regretted her opening remarks a bit.
Li Yifeng froze for a moment, and exhaled a long mouthful of severe frost, "Cousin Wanyu? You are so beautiful!" The tone sounded more intimate, but still mixed with a little strange politeness.
Lin Wanyu had also heard the same thing in Fang Tianming's ward, but when Fang Moran said it, it only made her feel disgusted and nauseous, but when Li Yifeng said it, she felt extremely warm in her heart. "Cousin Yifeng, long time no see."
"Yeah, yeah," Li Yifeng was a little uncontrollably excited when he saw that the little cousin who was hiding behind him when he was a child is now a big and slim girl. More than ten years have passed-well, let's stop talking in the snow, come in!"
Lin Wanyu was a little bit disappointed in her heart. She might be expecting a hug like a relative or a ridicule like an older brother, but although Li Yifeng's attitude was enthusiastic, she lacked the closeness of her childhood. This is probably the price of growth... It seems that they both need a process to buffer each other.
Luo Ye walked in the front and asked straightforwardly: "Xiao Feng, where is Xiao Yao?"
"Xiao Yao?" Li Yifeng didn't react at once.
"Don't you usually call her like that? Or is it Yaoyao?" Luo Ye walked into the main hall with a smirk.
Li Yifeng followed steadily, trying to control himself not to follow Luo Ye's walking rhythm. When he spoke again, his voice became extra alert, "Oh, you said Hu Jiyao, she should be dressing up. Right."
should? This word is really good. Luo Ye did not continue to speak.
Lin Wanyu followed them and walked into the living room of the villa. The decoration of the living room is quite simple, and there are not many highlights: a set of sofas, a few photos, and then a roaring fireplace, which is very warm.
"Sit here."
The three sat down against the fireplace.
Li Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and the polite relief on his face was clearly visible. "Cousin Wanyu, since you went abroad, we brothers and sisters have never talked face-to-face. You... are everything okay?" The Lin Family's change is a very unfortunate thing. He believes that Lin Wanyu must have been very difficult during this period of time. It's not easy.
Lin Wanyu smiled quietly, "It was difficult at first, but later, it was okay..." She glanced at Luo Ye subconsciously. "By the way, cousin Yifeng, we are a little bit abrupt, won't it cause you any inconvenience?"
"Why?" Li Yifeng smiled relievedly: "You are my cousin, and Brother Luo is my friend. You are always welcome here." He paused on purpose, hoping to create a heartening atmosphere. "It's just that the kitchen has just started preparing lunch. If you want to eat it, you have to wait a while."
Lin Wanyu smiled relaxedly.
Luo Ye yawned boredly, raised Erlang's legs, and squinted at Li Yifeng. "Why doesn't Xiao Yao come out to meet guests?"
Lin Wanyu couldn't wait to go up and cover Luo Ye's mouth, but thinking that doing so might make the situation worse, she finally just stared at Luo Ye bitterly.
Li Yifeng smiled and replied, "Brother Luo, you really love to make jokes." He suddenly felt that a smile like a weapon is simply nonsense, at least it won’t work in front of Luo Ye—unless he Li Yifeng can transform into a multitude. The big breasted beauty, that might be useful.
Lin Wanyu cast a soothing look at Li Yifeng, and said to her cousin: "Women are always slow to put on makeup."
"Yes, yes." Li Yifeng responded empathetically.
Luo Ye shrugged noncommittal. To him, Hu Jiyao is a mysterious woman, she connects Li Yifeng with all the secrets of Nanshan Manor. Now, it has taken nearly half an hour from entering the manor to sitting by the fireplace. Although half an hour of "make-up" time is not too long, the woman is Hu Jiyao, who can be in Queen Monica. Hu Jiyao, who is still dignified and decent in front of the threats-she is beautiful and doesn't need makeup at all.
There was a rather awkward silence. The fire crackled, which seemed to ease the dull atmosphere a bit. Li Yifeng raised and spread his palms, as if to warm his hands by the fire.
He said again, "Cousin Wanyu, are you cold? Would you like me to send someone to find a thicker dress for you?"
Lin Wanyu subconsciously sorted out the skirt, "No, no, it's very warm here, thank you, cousin Yifeng."
Li Yifeng smiled kindly, and the two began to chat about their childhoods without a match.
Luo Ye always leaned on the sofa, leaned back, his eyes narrowed, and he made the appearance of listening intently to their conversation. In fact, he was carefully observing the layout and furnishings of the villa. Li Yifeng and Hu Jiyao will not invite them to the party for no reason, they must have some purpose.
Lin Wanyu and Li Yifeng were talking about Xing. A bloated middle-aged maid walked into the living room with a drink tray. Her actions were very rude, exactly like dropping a plate directly onto the coffee table.
Li Yifeng didn’t take it seriously, pointing to the drink on the plate and said, “This is a dogfish head custom beer. I use the original pine of Nanshan as an auxiliary material and transport it to the United States by air. Ask the dogfish head winery to make customized beer. You must try it. Cousin Wan Yu lives in the United States, should you know something about dogfish heads?"
Lin Wanyu nodded stiffly, her consciousness still seemed to remain on the maid's bad attitude.
Dogfish Head Winery is a factory specializing in customizing alcoholic beverages for the rich and large companies to hold celebrations or parties. The winery will add special auxiliary materials to the wine according to the requirements of the guests, and through scientific proportioning and repeated experiments, it will finally achieve a beautiful and unique flavor. Of course, the cost is also extremely expensive.
Dogfish head beer can add a wide range of auxiliary materials, including caffeine, cannabis leaves, and even the blood of a certain beast-but the wood is air transported from China to the United States, ground into powder and added to the malt liquor, and then travels far and wide. It’s a lot of money to ship it back, just the transportation fee—
Lin Wanyu was a little confused before the bottle was opened. Li Yifeng's approach is completely a dandy who spends money like water, but why did Nanshan Manor and Li's company develop so much under his command
She took a deep breath and looked at Luo Ye with a sense of enlightenment. At the same time, a name suddenly flashed in her mind:
Hu Jiyao.