Entering through the side door of the mansion, the huge vestibule caught your eye in front of you.

It was a yard similar to a patio, not big but not small.

There is a parking garage on the side, and there is no parking.

However, the patio was filled with raindrops and stones, with running water flowing in from both sides.

After flying past the stone, I stepped on the high heels, but it was a bit slippery.

Song Qiuyue almost slipped, but was supported by the butler.

"Ms. Song, the road is slippery, be careful." The housekeeper politely helped him, and he reminded with a smile.

"Okay." Song Qiyue responded with a smile and walked slower.

The place connecting the vestibule and the main house is an open-air corridor about ten meters long. There are flowing water on both sides of the corridor, but there are no plants in the pond. The blue waves are clear, and only some rocks at the bottom of the pond feel a little lonely.

After walking through the corridor, I finally entered the main hall, but the hall was not magnificent, but the ink was dark and fragrant.

Chinese-style oriental furniture is neat and orderly, and is spotlessly wiped, revealing the halo of time, which is very grand. Peony flowers bloom with rich and high-quality carpets, and when they step on it, they are soft but will not let their feet down.

"Ms. Song, he has not come back yet, but Mr. He has given me a letter to ask Miss Song to have fun and rest here first, and he will come back later." The housekeeper truthfully conveyed someone's will, like an imperial edict.

When Song Qiyue came over, he sent a message to Mr. Mo.

And Mr. Mo came back: I'll wait for you.

Now, who is waiting for whom?

Actually, I guessed it a long time ago. I just took a look at the empty garage and knew that he was not there.

Song Qiyue smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll wait a while. Can I visit everywhere?"

"Yes, Miss Song, you can do whatever you want." The butler welcomed him politely.

Song Qiyue turned her head and took a look, and she headed towards the side hall.

It took some time for Song Qiuyue to cover the entire Mo Mansion and finally arrived at a spiral staircase built outside the back of the mansion.

There was an elegant compartment above the stairs. Song Qiuyue was curious, "What is above?"

"Go back to Miss Song, there is the attic where the books are collected."

When she heard that it was a book collection, Song Qiuyue became interested, "Can I go up and take a look?"

"You can do whatever you want." The butler said the same thing.

This attic collection of books is like the spire of an ivory tower. After entering, I found that it was much larger than I thought. It actually opened up the entire floor of the mansion area. There are a wide range of books, including everything from ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad. Song Qiuyue was surprised. This was not the attic, it was simply a small library!

After glanced at a book, Song Qiyue stopped in shock.

It turned out to be an ancient book that has been strictly prohibited, writing about secrets in ancient boudoirs!

Song Qiyue couldn't hide her curiosity, so she took it directly, walked to the rattan chair beside her and lay down, and then looked at it with relish.

Tsk, this posture is really ecstatic.

Yes? How can you still have this posture? Can you pose it?

She was so focused that she didn't notice someone sneaking up from behind!

Suddenly, a tall black shadow came over the man, and the ancient book in her hand was taken away!

When she looked up, she saw his handsome and handsome face, and was smiling at her, "July niece, your taste is really heavy."

"I'm just studying it, uncle." Song Qiyue smiled.

Mo Zhengyan bypassed her, sat down with the book, "What results have you found?"

"Hey, I haven't tried many." Song Qiyue sighed, her pretty eyelashes blinked, "I want to find someone to try."

This flirting was too revealing. Mo Zhengyan smiled gently, but asked, "Isn't I hungry after waiting for two hours?"

"I'm hungry."

"Dinner is ready, let's go and have it together." Mo Zhengyan whispered.

Song Qiyue nodded, but stayed in the rattan chair and refused to leave. She suddenly stretched out her hands and said with a smile, "Zhengyan, carry me."

Mo Zhengyan was stunned, as if he had never met such a clingy woman.

"Hold me." His momentary pause made Song Qiyue feel fun.

Mo Zhengyan finally got up, walked to her, bent down and fell down, and then picked her up without any effort.

She gently hugged his neck, but her legs were still playing naughtyly.

Mo Zhengyan smiled, "You are really brave."

“How to say it?”

"Never a woman would make such a request to me."

"Oh, your life is so boring." She felt sorry, but he laughed out loud.
Chapter completed!