Lu Qiao and Su Yue walked behind, and they both came out and saw that the sky was getting dark. But under the moonlight, it was much more comfortable than in the dull room.

Wang Zhanjun and Xiaolu greeted Wang Wei for a while, and quickly spoke: "Set up a banquet and treat your benefactor well."

Wang Wei nodded naturally and ran to the distance to look for the nanny. Xiaolu saw the potted plant that Wang Zhanjun was holding in his hand and wanted to touch it.

Wang Zhanjun hurriedly hugged him in his arms, looked at Xiaolu and shook his head: "You can't touch this."

"Dad? What is this? Isn't it heavy? Let me help you get it?" Xiaolu asked naturally puzzledly. Although she knew that her father liked potted plants, it was too strange to hold a potted potted seedling at this time, right?

"This is my lifeblood, I will take care of it. You don't need to come. I'll carry us to the main hall if it's okay." Old Master Wang Zhanjun said, holding the flower pot and walking forward quickly.

Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly: "It seems that the old man is in good health."

"My father has been exercising and he is in good health. But this flower pot is so strange. Do you think it looks like a movie?" Xiaolu said, taking out her cell phone and taking a photo.

Su Yue reacted and said, "The relationship between humans and ghosts is not over?"

"Xiao Lu didn't know who has not yet fallen in love with others. You should be talking about this killer. Isn't it too cold?" Lu Qiao explained.

Xiaolu nodded her head: "Brother Lu Qiao guessed it right, but Sister Su Yue, how could you guess the love between a person and a ghost?"

"Ah? Haha, I'm wrong." Su Yue smiled awkwardly.

Lu Qiao looked at Wang Zhanjun's back at this time, and an old man was holding a seedling.

The scene of this killer not being too cold appeared in my mind. The scene of 12-year-old Matilda holding a green orchid in the movie became a classic picture in the movie. At this time, Mr. Wang Zhanjun was completely the same age. He was 73 years old and could become a landscape even if he held the tender peach blossom seedlings.

"Let's go to the main hall too, and the meal will start soon." Xiaolu walked in front with a smile.

Lu Qiao reacted: "Where is Xiao Eren when you eat?"

"Miss Xiao'e is still in the hot spring, will she faint?" Xiaolu only realized at this time.

Three people rushed to the hot spring, bathing together.

At this time, Chang'e was lying in the hot spring wrapped in a super long bath towel, snoring deafeningly. When she was woken up by Su Yue, she reacted in a daze and pointed at a pool of water: "Great, my god, let's set up one in the welfare home, right? Why can't you open a hot spring shop? It's much more interesting than a coffee shop."

Luqiao naturally would not agree to build hot springs in welfare homes. Even if it can be built, there is no way to build them.

Su Yue had no choice but to pull up Sister Xiao'e and explained that she liked to come back next time.

Xiaolu also echoes and welcomes her at any time. After all, Xiaolu has few friends except bodyguards, security guards and nannies in the huge house.

When Chang'e changed her clothes, everyone arrived at the main hall of the manor. There was a round table of knights that could accommodate twelve people in the lobby.

At this time, a butler handed over a hot towel for Lu Qiao and Su Yue to wipe his hands with Chang'e. Lu Qiao felt a little unnatural, but he still imitated Xiao Lu to take the towel and wipe his hands clean.

At this time, Wang Zhanjun was in the middle, and Wang Wei and Xiao Lu were on both sides.

Su Yue, Luqiao and Chang'e sat directly opposite.

There was a strange symphony in my ears, which didn't sound bad but was not very comfortable. This atmosphere was slightly oppressed, and Lu Qiao's first reaction was that if he had a singer like this in his cafe, he would have run away.

Of course, the potted plants in front of Wang Zhanjun were seriously inconsistent with the scene at this time, which were placed in front of Wang Zhanjun's left and occupied a place on the table.

Of course, Wang Wei and Xiaolu had never seen their father like this, but the fact that his father was cured was obvious. Since he had recovered from his illness, he would certainly let him go as far as his father wanted.

This meal was eaten, and Luqiao felt a bit like in a hotel.

In a few minutes, a plate of dishes was served. He was shining with a silver cover and opened by the butler after serving.

As for the types of dishes, there are Chinese and Western dishes, but the dishes are obviously very exquisite.

When Luqiao really started to taste it, it felt so awkward.

The table is too big, and what to eat is told to the butler who is next to him.

Everyone was equipped with a butler, holding a bottle with a towel in one hand and holding a wine bottle in the other. Then they asked Lu Qiao and others what to eat, and took a fixed portion for them each time. They would also carefully remind them about common sense such as a balanced diet. This operation was indirectly divided into meals, which tasted clean and hygienic, but also lacked the taste of humanity.

The whole scene was cold, at least I didn’t think about chatting.

Luqiao couldn't get used to drinking red wine, so he asked for boiled water.

The housekeeper saw that Lu Qiao would be filled with a sip, and immediately he would be filled with a sip.

At the beginning of the Luqiao period, I thought something had happened, so the butler licked it and drank it. After six consecutive cups, I only realized what was going on when the butler asked me that I was really thirsty.

Lu Qiao and others had never been served by anyone before, so they were embarrassed to have a meal. The scene was particularly restricted, but Wang Zhanjun, Wang Wei and Xiaolu had long been used to it.

Chang'e seemed to be a little unbearable and asked, "Do you usually eat like this?"

Xiaolu explained: "Only, it will only be done on important days, and it will only be done when receiving important people. Don't think it's strange, these people have been educated by British housekeepers. But my father thinks men's tuxedo and women's black and white skirts are too ugly. So they didn't let them wear it that way, which is the highest treatment in our manor."

Lu Qiao and Su Yue naturally shook their heads slightly, and both understood that they could not enjoy it.

Unexpectedly, this is the highest treatment for the Wang family. Of course, I can't tell that Mr. Wang Zhanjun is so fashionable in his bones.

During the meal, Mr. Wang didn't say anything. He just ate a little, wiped his mouth, got up, and carried the potted plant back to the room.

Before leaving, Wang Zhanjun remembered something, patted Wang Wei's arm and whispered to him: "Luqiao and his group should take good care of it and make more friends in the future. If the other party has any requirements, please satisfy them."

Wang Wei naturally nodded his head, and then waved his hand to remove all the butlers after watching his father leave.

I got up and held the plate, pointing to the small table in the distance: "Are you still hungry? Move to the side and eat together. I can see that you are not used to it, so the six cups of boiled water almost made me laugh out loud. Fortunately, I held it back, and I was not good at making decisions when my father was there."

Lu Qiao only realized at this time: "Wait? You can't get used to it? Seeing your appearance, you thought you were being taken care of, but it turns out that you can't stand it either."

Xiaolu kept nodding: "I am serving the people as a reporter, and I don't like being served. I know that my father has always been looking forward to this tone since he watched movies like Dawan and Godfather in the early years. But he should just like to get used to it, otherwise he wouldn't have set up a separate wooden house to live in the innermost part of the huge manor."
Chapter completed!