Entering from the side entrance of the mansion, you see the huge vestibule in front of you.
It was a courtyard that resembled a patio, not too big but not too small.
On the side is a parking garage, no parking.
The patio is a large area of rain flower stones, with water flowing in from both sides.
Flew past the stone and stepped on the high heels, but it was a bit slippery.
Song Qiyue almost slipped, but was held by the housekeeper.
"Miss Song, the road is slippery, be careful." The butler politely helped, he reminded with a smile.
"Okay." Song Qiyue responded with a smile, walking a little slower.
The place where the front courtyard connects to the main building is an open-air promenade about ten meters long. On both sides of the promenade are running water Dingdong, but there are no plants in the pond. The blue waves are clear. Only some rocks at the bottom of the pond are there. Some feelings of loneliness.
After walking through the promenade, I finally entered the main hall, but the hall was not magnificent, but the ink color was deep and fragrant.
The Chinese-style oriental furniture is neat and orderly, clean and spotless, showing the halo of the years, it is very atmospheric. The peony blossoms on the luxurious and luxurious carpet, and when stepped on it, it is soft but not slapped.
"Miss Song, sir, he hasn't come back when he went out, but the sir has confessed, please let Miss Song entertain yourself and rest here first, sir, he will come back later." The butler conveyed someone's will truthfully, like a sacred decree.
When Song Qiyue came over, he sent a message to Mr. Mo.
And Mr. Mo came back: I am waiting for you.
Now, who is waiting for whom?
In fact, I guessed it a long time ago. I just saw that the garage was empty, and I knew he was not there.
Song Qiyue smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll just wait a while, can I take a look around?"
"Yes, Miss Song, you are free." The butler gave a polite reception.
Song Qiyue turned her head and looked, she went to the side hall.
It took some time for Song Qiyue to go around the whole Mo mansion, and finally came to a spiral staircase behind the mansion.
There was an elegant compartment above the stairs, and Song Qiyue was curious, "What's up here?"
"Back to Miss Song, there is the attic where the books are collected."
Song Qiyue became interested when she heard that it was a collection of books, "Can I go up and have a look?"
"You are free." The butler said the same thing.
This attic with books is like the spire of an ivory tower. After entering it, I discovered that it was much larger than expected, and it actually opened up the entire floor of the mansion. Song Qiyue was amazed by the dazzling array of books, ancient and modern, both at home and abroad. This is where the attic is, it's just a small library!
After glancing at a book, Song Qiyue stopped in shock.
It turned out to be an ancient book that had long been forbidden, and it was written about the secrets of ancient boudoirs!
Song Qiyue couldn't hide her curiosity, she took it directly, walked to the wicker chair to lie down, and looked at it with relish.
Gee, this posture is really ecstasy.
Yay? How can there be such a posture? Can it be shown?
She watched attentively, but she didn't notice someone sneaking in from behind!
Suddenly, a tall black shadow came under the man's cover, and the ancient book in her hand was taken away!
As soon as she raised her head, she saw his heroic and handsome profile face, lowering her head and smiling at her, "July niece, your taste is really not so heavy."
"I'm just studying it, uncle." Song Qiyue smiled.
Mo Zhengyan bypassed her and sat down with a book, "What results have you studied?"
"Hey, I haven't tried many of them." Song Qiyue sighed, her delicate eyelashes blinked, "I want to find someone to try."
This flirting was too blatant, Mo Zhengyan smiled gently, but asked, "I waited for two hours, aren't you hungry?"
"I'm hungry."
"Dinner is ready, let's eat together." Mo Zhengyan whispered.
Song Qiyue nodded, but she lied in the wicker chair and refused to leave. She suddenly stretched out her hands and smiled, "Zheng Yan, you take me."
On the contrary, Mo Zhengyan was startled, as if he had never met such a clingy woman.
"Hold me." His momentary pause made Song Qiyue playful.
Mo Zhengyan finally got up, walked to her, gently bent over and lifted her arms horizontally, effortlessly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck lightly, but her legs were still shaking naughty.
Mo Zhengyan smiled, "You are really brave."
"How to say?"
"There has never been a woman who would ask me such a request."
"Oh, your life is so boring." She felt sorry, but he laughed out loud.