Chapter 229 Mr. Qin, happy birthday!

  The man cast a cold gaze, walked to the door, opened the low door and entered the villa.

   Behind him, Qiao Mu joked: "The fourth child, the birthday is still to be celebrated? Since there is no birthday party, why don't we go in for a drink?"

"No time."

  The words fell, and the man's figure was hidden in the door of the villa, and the three brothers were thrown out of the door in the autumn evening.

  Qiao Mu, with one hand on his hips, squinted at Han Yunting, "What should I do next?"

Han Yunting glanced at him, smiled and pushed open the low door, and said casually: "Do it yourself..." Then, after entering the door, he walked slowly to the door of the villa, opened the key cover under the fingerprint lock, and typed in. After reading the password, he looked at Qiao Mu and added: "Fat enough food!"

  Who doesn’t know that all the passwords of the fourth child use 0601!

   has come, why should you go in to see the excitement!

  ...

  As soon as the man stepped into the hallway, the fragrance in the air slowly entered the tip of his nose.

  Like tea, it has a strong and light fragrance, with a hint of rice.

  There is no light in the living room, only the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window is pouring a piece of warm yellow through the bright window.

On the    coffee table, the set of Qianfeng green tea utensils are neatly placed, with a green mist engulfing above the green cup. The tea is freshly brewed. Eighteen imperial teas are rich in color, sweet in taste and strong in gas.

  The man paced forward and walked to the coffee table to see that a heart-shaped post-it note was attached to the square tea box.

  The pretty small characters in the line above: Mr. Qin, happy birthday! There is also a small heart in the lower right corner.

  Tea is the eighteen imperial tea from Laolongjing, the annual output is extremely scarce, and there is a market priceless.

  The man twisted the post-it note and rubbed the font on it, with a warm smile on the corners of his thin lips.

  He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The taste of eighteen imperial tea was not comparable to that of ordinary tea.

  The entrance is lubricated and sweet, and the tea is fragrant and full of her heart.

  The man dropped the porcelain cup and slowly raised his eyes to survey the living room.

   is obviously the same arrangement, but it seems that everything is different.

  Until—

  He fixed his gaze on the bar counter of the wine cabinet by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

  He likes wine, and there are various types of red wine and a few foreign wines that he often drinks in the cabinet.

  A bottle of 1937 Dijin Château Noble Rot, sweet white, is placed in the center of the bar.

  The man walked over, and the post-it note read: Mr. Qin, I want to be responsible for all the wine for the rest of your life.

  In the living room, these two places are the places where men stay the most. She puts the gift where he can see. Since then, whenever he stops, there will be her shadow in his gaze.

  Upstairs, he has not yet gone. When he saw these two gifts and post-it notes, the man’s deep dark eyes were full of soft light and honey.

  With these two gifts alone, it is known that her intentions are not only expensive, but also hard to find.

  She loves each other to please him.

  He thought, every part of this room must have been surprised and hearted by her.

  Yan Shiqi did not show up, and in the quiet living room, the man paced upstairs after a short stay.

  At this time, the three figures who had been hiding in the corner of the hallway and the living room walked out with emotion.

  I don’t know what else is upstairs, but they don’t want to watch it anymore.

  The abused heart, liver and lungs all hurt.

  ...

  On the last step of the spiral staircase, there is a beautiful photo album.

  About the size of two palms, the man picked it up, rubbed the cover, and slowly opened the first page.

  When the first photo came into view, his pupils shrank and the corners of his lips suddenly turned pale.

  A well-made photo album, the homepage photo is impressive, it is a high-definition restoration of him, to be precise, it is his hundred days photo.

  He thought that these photos had long been buried in memory, but she did not expect to find them.

  A line of small italics is rubbed beside him: Mr. Qin, at this time you, there are still 10445 days before we meet.

  Don’t worry, I’m slow to write, and I’ll post it when I finish writing. This is today’s 3 shifts.

  (End of this chapter)