Using four words to describe this villa, magnificent, is an insult to it.
The unique decoration style all highlights one word - expensive.
Wherever Huanong looked, he felt that this was a house made of money.
The luxury of the Hua family has exceeded that of many wealthy families in Beijing and Hong Kong. In addition, Hua Jin has always liked to collect some antique calligraphy and paintings.
The value of the house has been inflated by the antique calligraphy and paintings. But the mansion in front of me was different. The Hua family's villa seemed a bit tacky in front of it.
new
The low-key and luxurious Italian decoration, the carvings on the walls, and every detail reveal elegance.
Even people like Huanong who were raised by wealth were shocked.
Lu Jing'an stood beside him, watching Huanong's expression, and put his arm around her shoulders as he walked into the house.
"Sir, Madam, good evening."
The sudden uniform greeting made Huanong tremble all over.
The man who suddenly came to his senses grabbed Lu Jingan's arm.
What kind of battle is this?
"If you don't like the decoration style, you can change it later."
Change?
So luxurious?
Huanong clearly felt that this house had only been installed not long ago.
"Tell me first how much a floor tile costs. Let me see how long it takes me to earn back the floor tiles in this house."
"Not expensive."
The old god Lu Jing'an said: "The price of one episode of your TV series."
Huanong: .........Although her appearance fee is not sky-high, Lu Jing'an's words are a bit heartbreaking.
"Ma'am, slippers."
Lu Jing'an changed into his slippers and entered the house. When the servant saw Hua Nong standing in the entrance hall and not moving, he reminded her.
Huanong put on her slippers and went in, following Lu Jing'an step by step. Lu Jing'an took her from the first floor to the second floor and introduced her all the way up.
Immediately, he went up to the second floor and opened an invisible door.
"This is the master bedroom living room."
Entering the small living room is the master bedroom. To the right of the master bedroom is a huge dressing room and bathroom.
The area of a cloakroom alone is as large as the bedroom in the villa where Huanong lives.
Huanong suddenly remembered Xu Qing's words: "Lu Jing'an! He has plenty of money, but no one helps him spend it."
"Go in and take a look?" Huanong stood there and didn't dare to move. Hua Jin had taught her since she was a child that she should not be eaten by others. Lu Jing'an... was a bit scary to her.
She originally thought she had found a man who was not as good as herself, and she was still thinking about how to hook him up and live in her villa to enjoy the pleasure of raising a wild dog.
result--
"You know? I was still thinking this morning, luring you to my villa and keeping you under my care."
Huanong's stiff neck slowly turned, and his eyes fell on Lu Jing'an.
The man rubbed a cigarette between his fingertips and gently pulled his lips: "What now?"
"I can't afford it," Huanong slowly shook his head.
"Are you rich, or is my dad rich?"
Lu Jing'an walked over, pushed open the invisible door of the cloakroom, and said in a flirtatious tone, "It depends on the money."
"Does money have different categories?" Huanong walked to Lu Jing'an and looked at the layout of the cloakroom.
Lu Jing'an did not answer Huanong's question directly, but pointed at the cloakroom: "Three-quarters and a half of the area is yours, just leave some for me."
"Quite sensible."
Lu Jing'an hummed, and Huanong's fingertips hooked his fingers and rubbed them: "Did you train them from your ex-girlfriend?"
Lu Jing'an took out his little finger, rubbed it with his big finger, and held down the itching on his fingertip.
"Taught by Xu Jiang."
"Xu Jiang still teaches you this?"
"There is no room for me in the Lu family's villa. She occupied my closet the day after I moved out."
"You can't tell," Huanong followed Lu Jing'an to the bathroom: "Don't doctors usually wear white coats?"
“Just because I can’t wear them, I love buying them.”
Huanong: ..... If you understand deeply, you will feel better if you buy it, take it home and appreciate it.
Lu Jing'an had been touching the cigarette in his hand for a long time, but he still hadn't lit it. Taking advantage of Huanong entering the bathroom, he pressed the intercom and asked someone to bring a lighter.
Kunlan came up and looked at Lu Jing'an, who looked uncertain: "Sir, there is no lighter at home."
Lu Jingan waved his hand irritably, motioning for her to get down.
"Weren't you a good student when you were in school?" Why are you so addicted to smoking now?
Every time I see him, this man is always smoking in one form or another.
Huanong crossed his arms and leaned against the bathroom door frame looking at him.
Lu Jing'an threw the cigarette into the trash can: "Will a good student fall in love with you?"
"Will you dump a good student?"
Huanong is speechless, can't we talk any more?
"follow me."
Huanong followed him obediently and walked out of the bedroom door. On the right side of the bedroom was the study room.
There is a wooden desk nearly three meters long in the middle of Lu Jing'an's study. Behind the desk is a row of bookshelves, and dozens of monitors are hung on the wall in front.
"Are you trading stocks?"
Lu Jing'an glanced at her: "Trader."
Huanong was stunned.
Before she could ask anything, Lu Jing'an spoke: "This study usually has a password. You can't enter when I'm not there."
Huanong understood and nodded.
Capitalists all have some trade secrets, and she is not interested in these. What's more, Lu Jing'an has already brought her in for a tour. It is indeed a real place to work. This person could have visited without her, but what he did today is nothing more than Wanted to dispel her curiosity.
"Don't worry, I understand."
"It's getting late. Go to bed early. If you are interested in the rest of the places tomorrow, let Quinlan show you around."
Huanong said: "Then I go home?"
Lu Jing'an's expression darkened, and he glanced at Hua Nong: "Say it again."
"I don't have anything! Not even toiletries," she spread her hands.
Lu Jing'an walked to the cloakroom, opened the cabinet door, took out a bag from inside and handed it to her.
The logo of a big brand comes into view.
Huanong stared at him, surprised: "Boss Lu can really surprise me again and again."
"Use it first. If you need anything, we'll buy it tomorrow."
have to! Just don't let her go.
Lu Jing'an didn't have many toiletries here, and the huge manor didn't look like a fireworks show.
If it weren't for the servants downstairs, Huanong would probably suspect that Lu Jing'an wanted to trick her into dismembering her body.
At three o'clock in the morning, the two of them were lying in bed.
Huanong wrapped himself in a quilt and went in. He was drowsy. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he thought of something: "When will Boss Lu go to Hua'an?"
"Your father is dead?"
"Isn't that going to kill you?"
"Guess why inheritance is called inheritance?" Lu Jingan lay flat on the bed and responded to Huanong's words casually.
Huanong choked up: "What if you deceive me and my father is fine again?"
"Have you filmed too many romantic dramas?" Lawyer Lu responded with a straight face, but he was thinking in his mind, I don't care whether your father lives or dies, I just want to deceive him.
