Chapter 470 I Just Want to Be a God in Peace

"thanks!"

Taking the wooden box, Mu Wanqing gently put it into her pocket.

Lin Xian suddenly remembered that she took the initiative to call just now, there must be something wrong, so she asked: "By the way, sister, do you have something to call me?"

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing tugged at the hair in her ear, pursed her lips and smiled, "Are you free tonight? My mother wants you to go home for dinner."

Have a meal?

Lin Xian smiled and said, "Okay, then let's go now?"

It happened that he was also preparing to go to the villa for a field survey.

With the help of the [Transcendence] skill in the past two days, he has studied all the design drawings and floor plans. The nearly 500-square-meter garden in the vestibule has been completely designed. Next is the interior of the villa.

"Let's go, buddy!"

Mu Wanqing took out her car keys and chuckled.

The two drove out of the Jincai campus one after the other.

...

Greentown Rose Garden.

Halfway up the mountain, Louwang Villa.

After parking the car, Mu Wanqing led Lin Xian into the living room.

It was the first time for Lin Xian to come to Mu Wanqing's house. After looking around the living room, he couldn't help but nodded secretly.

The decoration and layout is very good, it does not feel luxurious, but it is very delicate, and many details are warm.

This is rare!

You know, due to the large area of ​​the villa, it is difficult to reflect the warmth from the design.

Mu Zhengfeng was sitting on the sofa and was making tea with tweezers.

When he saw the two walking in, he raised his head and said with a smile: "Xiao Lin is here, sit down!"

Um?

This attitude is a bit wrong!

It was so refreshing last night, why did it suddenly change so quickly?

Lin Xian raised his eyebrows, but still walked over and sat down, and said with a smile, "Good evening, uncle!"

After pouring a cup of tea, Mu Zhengfeng handed it over and said enthusiastically: "Xiao Lin, try our special Yuhua tea from Jinling, this is the last autumn tea."

"Thank you uncle!"

Taking the teacup, Lin Xian took a sip.

Seeing this, Mu Zhengfeng chuckled lightly, "How do you feel?"

Lin Xian smiled bitterly and answered truthfully, "Uncle, I don't know much about tea, and I drink less on weekdays. Compared with tea, I drink more coffee."

Hearing these words, Mu Zhengfeng couldn't help but nodded secretly in his heart, adding a little more to Lin Xian's favor.

Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing.

To understand is to understand, to understand is to understand.

He appreciated Lin Xian's frankness very much.

In today's impetuous society, it is normal for young people to not understand tea, especially Lin Xian's age.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just admit it generously.

On the contrary, if Lin Xian deliberately did not understand and pretended to understand, the elegant blind chicken would praise him. Then don't even think about stepping into his house again.

Inviting Lin Xian to drink tea, as well as the seemingly random reading, actually contained temptation.

Mu Zhengfeng has been in the business world for so long and has his own way of looking at people.

What kind of character the other party is, and what kind of family background, he can see seven or eight out of ten from the cup of tea.

And Lin Xian's performance made him very satisfied.

"Lin Xian is here?"

At this time, Chen Shiyun wore an apron, walked out of the kitchen, and greeted with a smile.

Lin Xian smiled and said, "Auntie, how are you!"

Chen Shiyun glanced at Mu Zhengfeng, and immediately understood that he was using tea to watch people again.

"Lin Xian, wait a moment, drink some tea first, and the food will be ready soon."

Chen Shiyun smiled, turned around and walked into the kitchen again.

Mu Zhengfeng took a sip of tea and asked casually, "Lin Xian, the weather in your capital should be completely cold now!"

Kyoto?

Lin Xian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed: "Uncle, I am a native of Nansu."

Chapter 52 The Worst Second Generation!

A native of South Sudan?

A trace of doubt flashed in Mu Zhengfeng's eyes.

Last night, he once thought that Lin Xian was probably the young son of the Lin family in Kyoto.

After all, in terms of age and shown net worth, they are very similar.

Mu Zhengfeng took a sip of tea calmly, and couldn't help but start thinking.

Nansu Province, surnamed Lin, does not seem to have such a person!

But doubts turned into doubts, but he didn't show it. Instead, he asked with a smile: "I heard that you are planning to form a club with Wan Qing?"

"Is there such a plan, does uncle have any advice?" Lin Xian nodded.

"No advice!"