325: C325 Ling Yao's Wariness

C325 Ling Yao's Wariness

The car drove into Rose Villa. The moment it opened the door and got out of the car, the fragrance of flowers filled the air. It was truly a beautiful sea of flowers.

Roses, all of them.

Red, yellow, and white roses of different colors were designed and sculpted by the master of the garden. Romance and art were perfectly integrated. Under the evening glow, a Greek style building stood in the sea of flowers. It was made of marble and white marble. It was ethereal and holy, and the entire manor was like a paradise.

Hai Xiaomin lowered her head and pulled her skirt. Suddenly, she seemed to understand Ian's intention and looked at him with gratitude.

Mr. Nazhi seemed to be in love with Rose, and her skirt just so happened to suit him.

Ian had just gotten off the car when he suddenly received her gaze. He was stunned for a moment, then he pursed his thin lips and deliberately avoided revealing his face.

Hai Xiaomin,... ""

What a cold fellow. He could not communicate smoothly at all!

"Let's go." Ling Yao walked forward and pulled Hai Xiaomin over. He walked along the path in his memory.

He seemed to have not stepped foot in this manor for many years. Along the way, many places in his memory had changed. Fortunately, the layout of the manor had not changed. It was not to the extent that he could not find the direction as soon as he stepped in.

Ian followed them without a care, all the way to the living room of the building.

A blonde young lady dressed as a maid came forward and bowed respectfully to them. "Young Master, Mr. Nazhi has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me."

Ling Yao was handsome and cold. He did not respond. He pulled Hai Xiaomin and prepared to follow. At this time, the maid turned around and added, young Master, Mr. Nazhi has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me. "Mr. Nazhi only wants to see you alone, young master. Your friend, please wait here."

Leave her here?

Hai Xiaomin opened her mouth slightly in surprise. Ling Yao's deep eyes flashed with a trace of thought. Ever since he stepped into Rose Villa, he had to clearly see Old Nazhi's every arrangement. He knew his grandfather's means too well, so there were some things that he had to be wary of.

"Young master, don't worry. Your friend is naturally an important guest of the manor. We will not neglect him." Perhaps because she saw through Ling Yao's doubt, the blonde girl said with a friendly smile.

Hai Xiaomin let go of Ling Yao's arm, not wanting him to worry about her. She smiled. "Go. I am fine. Don't let grandpa wait too long. I will wait here for you to come back. "

"Okay, I'll be right back." Ling Yao followed the blonde girl and left along a corridor. It was only when his back disappeared around the corner that Hai Xiaomin retracted her gaze and sized up the surrounding environment.

Another maid came forward, "Miss, please take a seat. What do you want to drink?"

"Thank you. Coffee will do." Hai Xiaomin smiled and nodded at her. She took a seat on the white sofa.

Ling Yao followed the blonde maid and walked all the way to the study.

"Mr. Nazhi, we are here." The blonde maid knocked on the door and said to him.

"Let him in." An old but vigorous male voice came from inside.

Ling Yao walked past the maid and walked in. His black leather shoes stepped on the shiny floor. Not long after, a reflection appeared on the floor in front of his feet. He had a head full of white hair and had a tall and straight body. Due to the passage of time, he was bent and hunched. He wore a casual white shirt and a pair of yellow loose pants. He stood with his back to the door.

Ling Yao stopped and raised his head. Coincidentally, Old Nazhi also turned around at this moment. An old man and a young man happened to meet his eyes.

"You're back?" Old Nazhi smiled kindly.

"Yes, grandpa." It was rare for Ling Yao to have the patience to continue such a meaningless conversation.

"Did your work go well recently?" Like countless elders who had just welcomed their juniors back home, Old Nazhi asked a very common question.

"It's alright. As long as it's not one of my own people interfering, these things won't be difficult for me." Ling Yao's answer was very agreeable. He did not give Old Nazhi too much perfunctory answer, nor did he deliberately give Old Nazhi face. He pointed out that some people's little actions were very hindrance.

Old Nazhi smiled kindly and did not care about this at all. He raised the cane in his hand and pointed it at the ground in front of the windowsill. He then said, "You haven't been here for a while, and you haven't played chess with me for a long time. There's still some time before dinner, accompany me to play a game first."

There was a chess game there. When Ling Yao was ten years old, he had made a name for himself in the chess game. In the past, he had nothing to do, and the grandfather and grandson often sparred with each other. Old Nazhi walked over first and slowly sat down with difficulty. When he looked up, he found Ling Yao standing there without moving.2

Ask him to play chess with him at this time?

Was it because he had ulterior motives?

Ling Yao could not help but worry about Hai Xiaomin again. If she left him here while playing chess, there would not be any problems on her side, right?

"Qiao, you are too cautious!" This grandson of his... Old Nazhi understood him very well, so much so that he could see his thoughts with a single glance. After guessing his worries, he put away his smile. He said unhappily, "Don't let me down. After so many years of independence, you should have made some progress. It's not that the more you learn, the more you will return. A small matter can make you worry so much. How can you do something big!? "

"How can it be a small matter when it involves grandpa?" Ling Yao coldly curled the corner of his mouth. He slowly walked to the opposite side of the chessboard and sat down cross-legged.

On one side was his wife and on the other side was his grandfather. He could not allow any mistakes to occur. However, he realized that he could not make it too obvious. The more he cared about Hai Xiaomin, the more likely Old Nazhi would grab onto his soft spot.

"After this round, let me see who you choose at the dinner table. I hope you are not as stupid as your father!" Old Nazhi coldly snorted and picked up a white piece.

Ling Yao clenched his fist slightly because Old Nazhi mentioned his father. The next second, his clenched fist loosened. At least Old Nazhi expressed his stance. He did not need to worry about Hai Xiaomin's situation for the time being.

The game between the grandfather and the grandson began. On the other side, Hai Xiaomin was still waiting in the living room.

Time passed bit by bit. The last ray of light in the evening sank into the horizon. The lights in the garden lit up. There was no cloud in the night sky, and the bright moon was especially bright.

Hai Xiaomin was bored waiting alone. She wanted to find someone to talk to, but after turning her head around, she did not find Ian. This guy was still there just now, and in the blink of an eye, he had gone somewhere.

The weather was a little hot and humid. She got up and walked out.

"Miss, where are you going? It's almost mealtime, so please don't walk around casually in case you get lost." The maid immediately went up to greet her.

Why did it feel like the maid was guarding against thieves, as if she was afraid that she would give him trouble?

Hai Xiaomin pointed to the flowerbed outside, "I see that the flowers outside are pretty and I want to go and take a look. I also want to take a breather and will not be far away. This is also not allowed?"

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