Shi Sang looked at the magnificent building in front of him and suddenly fell silent. When he got off the bus, he was a little floating. He grabbed Xie Yan's wrist and murmured in a low voice.

"I always thought that looking at the entire Jiangzhou, only your old man likes the architectural style of the French manor."

After all, no one does not have a printing machine, and the real money and silver that flows through water must be destroyed.

After a moment of pause, Shi Sang added the second half again as if he was wandering: "--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Genting Private House is a typical French manor-style villa building. When you enter from the gate, you will face a roughly-trimmed lawn. A three-story stone-carved flowing water fountain lies quietly on the lawn. Palm trees are irregularly distributed on both sides of the marble-paved road.

Not far away, there were more than a dozen gardeners in gray clothes dressing up the lawn.

Shisang followed Liner along the path in the middle, and there were greetings of "Hello Miss" one after another.

Shi Sang: "..."

How to say it, it seems like I was at the shooting scene of a wealthy TV series.

Previously, Lin Er's analysis post was published in the post bar of No. 9 Middle School. After all, everyone's enthusiasm for beauties is always unprecedentedly high. In addition, No. 9 Middle School is a typical private high school, most of the students in it are either rich or noble families, and they pay special attention to some brands of luxury goods, and they are familiar with them.

The post said that the little princess of a wealthy family was a limited edition luxury car, and a priceless necklace. Shi Sang just took it as a joke. What kind of jewelry can still be worth eight digits?

But now, Shi Sang feels that the analysis in the post bar is indeed traceable.

In Jiangzhou, a super first-tier city, the most lacking is rich people, but rich people are divided into different levels. The little princess in front of her is undoubtedly at the level of a top capitalist.

No wonder she was very picky about new clothes she bought at a high price.

That's not a princess disease, it's just a daily life.

When I stopped at the entrance of the main hall, a thin young man walked towards me.

The man was wearing a black tuxedo, a bow tie on his shirt and white gloves on his hands, and looked like he had walked out of a comic about a black deacon.

Shi Sang: "..."

Xie Yan: “…”

This time it was not only Shi Sang, but even Xie Yan felt like he had accidentally entered the shooting scene of a domineering president in love with me.

Although the Xie family's old house was also in this way, the butlers and servants dressed normally, just black suits and ties, not like this... the second dimension.

The man stopped in front of Liner, his eyes gently flew over the two behind Liner, and then he nodded slightly at Liner and said, "Miss."

Growing up in this environment since childhood, Lin Er didn't think there was any secondary disease. He just casually introduced Xie Yanshisang: "My housekeeper."

The young man, known as the butler, raised his eyelids lightly and nodded politely to the two of them again: "Hello, I am Lin Yi."

"Brother, go and do it. Don't worry about me. I'll go out later." Liner signaled to him, turned around and stepped into the room on the steps.

Xie Yan's eyes stayed on the young housekeeper for two seconds, then calmly retracted it and followed Lin Er sideways.
Chapter completed!