C408 Houlan Crescent
C408 Houlan Crescent
Most of the people who lived here were so-called successful people in the mall. Some of them had bosses, while others were foreign executives. Without a deposit of more than eighteen million, they wouldn't be able to buy a house. Even if they paid thousands of workers a month to earn a year, they might not be able to buy a single wheel.
A black Maserati drove into the residential complex and stopped in front of Villa Building 22.
Just like a butterfly's wing, the car door on the left rose up. A woman in high-waisted riding boots, a short black skirt and tinted glasses leisurely walked down from the car.
The two security guards who were patrolling instinctively swallowed their saliva as they watched the woman walk into the villa with her butt raised. Then, they exchanged glances and smiled. They could see from each other's eyes that 'if I could sleep with the mistress of Building 22, it would be worth it even if I die immediately'.
With glasses on her face and a light purple muslin scarf around her neck, the No. 22 hostess walked into the living room with a giggle. She bent down to take off her high-waisted riding boots, revealing a pair of snow-white feet, put on embroidered slippers, and walked directly into the bathroom with a small bag in her hand.
After closing the bathroom door, the hostess took off her large brown spectacles and looked into the mirror. Inside was a woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. If one looked at her features separately, her eyes were slightly smaller, her mouth was slightly larger, her cheekbones were slightly higher, and her nose was not very straight.
However, if all these seemingly imperfect organs were put together, it would actually turn out to be a very beautiful, or perhaps unique, face. Especially those pair of eyes; with just a slight turn, it would make one think of a deep pool in the Ancient Desolate Mountain, or two stars in the skies above the South Pole.
Her eyes had a hint of blue in them, and she could tell at a glance that she wasn't Chinese.
In short, just as the two guards said, if he could hug her for an entire night, it would be worth it even if he died immediately.
In the unit, all men thought so, but no one dared to reveal it.
This was because this woman had an identity that made all the men in the unit be respectful. She was Divine Fist's Director of the Nine Paths, Haolian Yanyue, and also the wife of Jingdu City's Han Family's Young Master, Han Zekai.
Regardless of which one of these two identities it was, it was enough to make those men cower in fear.
The cold exterior, the wild bones, the face of the angel, the body of the devil, the decisive character, the high and mighty temperament formed a woman: Haolian Yanyue.
After looking at the woman in the mirror for a while, Haolian Yanyue slowly took off her black jacket. Looking at the white gauze in the mirror, Haolian Yanyue let out a light breath.
As the white gauze covering the wound was removed, a reddish blob of liquid flowed out, causing a huge damage to the beauty of the body. It was as if a fly had been slapped to death on a piece of white paper.
Looking at the wound, Haolian Yanyue's eyes slowly squinted, quickly revealing a trace of Evil Qi, but she quickly recovered. She opened the bag and took out a packet of noodles, carefully spreading it over the wound and wrapping it with a new veil.
After she was done, Haolian Yanyue put on her black vest and tossed the used veil into the trash can. She then carried the small bag with her and walked into the living room.
She did not turn on the light when she came in.
When she came out, the glazed lamp above the living room had already lit up. A tall and sturdy young man with a buzz cut was sitting on the sofa, smoking and watching TV.
Haolian Yanyue was the mistress of this family, and this man was the male owner of this family. His name was Han Zekai.
However, when Haolian Yanyue looked at Han Zekai, she didn't have the tenderness a wife should have when looking at her husband. Instead, she had the air of a high and mighty king as she walked towards the stairs without saying a word.
Just as she walked up the stairs, Han Zekai said: "How is your injury?"
Haolian Yanyue's footsteps paused for a moment before she said indifferently, "Do not ask too much about matters that you are not supposed to care about."
Towards his hostess's cold attitude, a trace of ruthlessness that didn't match his handsome appearance flashed across Han Zekai's eyes. However, it disappeared shortly after, and he said with a smile: "No matter what, we are husband and wife in name. As a husband, it's normal for me to care about you …"
Before he finished his sentence, Haolian Yanyue suddenly turned around and stared at him with her slightly narrowed eyes, like two daggers. She cut off his following words, making him slowly lower his head, and then she coldly said, "Han Zekai, I don't want to hear you say this kind of thing again, and I don't want to repeat to you what I said a third time. There is no man in the world who is worthy of my husband's words."
Han Zekai looked at his toes, and muttered: "I, I know, actually, tonight I wanted to tell you, I'm going to the Jinnan at the end of the month to assume the post of Division Minister."
While speaking, Han Zekai raised his head: "Also, the higher-ups have already sent Gao Yunhua over to the Jinnan to secretly investigate the case of Beishan Group fire. They have already begun to suspect that this fire is related to the North Channel fire that happened four years ago … Do you have any instructions? "
"Nothing, just let them investigate."
Haolian Yanyue said indifferently. Just as she was about to turn around and walk toward the stairs, she suddenly thought of something: "Oh right, help me take note of Shen Yinbing's boyfriend, Gao Fei, and whether or not he returned to Jinnan. No matter what, you must not touch him, because he is mine. "
When a beautiful woman says this to her husband, he definitely doesn't feel good about it.
Han Zekai, on the other hand, didn't feel that way. Instead, he hoped that this woman could leave him. It didn't matter who she was with, she shouldn't appear in front of him for the rest of her life.
Similarly, Han Zekai didn't understand why Haolian Yanyue was so interested in that guy called Gao Fei. However, he didn't dare to ask and nodded, "Ok, I'll remember that."
Haolian Yanyue didn't say anything else and slowly walked up the stairs with a pair of long legs.
Han Zekai raised his head after the sound of the door closing softly. He let out a long breath, stood up and quickly walked into a guest room on the east side of the hall.
He was the male owner of Villa 22. In the past few years of his marriage, he had never dared to go up to the second floor. Every night, he would sleep in the guest room.
Being married for a few years and not being able to sleep with his wife was not only a disgrace to every man, but also an unspeakable torment.
However, Han Zekai wasn't in this mood because he didn't like staying with a beautiful snake that could bite him to death at any time. He liked sleeping in the guest room: the guest room was a special space that Haolian Yanyue had arranged for him.