The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

The Qu residence is surprisingly quiet.

In the past five years, they have long lost the luxurious lineup of hordes of servants in the past, and the cheers and hugs of Jiang Yueming when he went in and out.

Qu Cunzi stood at the door, five years, he never came back here.

Suddenly found that the door chain has been changed.The antique copper lock in the past has been replaced by a modern top-notch infrared device. As soon as a person approaches, an automatic device will activate the alarm.

The door opened, and he saw Ertutuo, fat and thin.

"Hello, Mr. Qu."

The two are respectful, but not flattering.

The difference is that nothing prevents him from going home like it did five years ago.

After passing the small lake and rockery array, the ginkgo trees are bare and have not escaped the severe cold of this winter.Not far ahead is Luomei Pavilion, and further ahead is Wutong Pavilion.

He stopped at a long distance, and was surprised to smell an extremely strong fragrance.

He couldn't believe it, stood still, and looked around.

Where is Luo Mei Xuan? ?

The quaint little building of the past has been completely demolished.

This is not the main thing, the main thing is that there is a large plum blossom grove behind Luomeixuan—oh my god, not even a single plum blossom tree is gone, and all the things that come into view are actually roses.

The rolling rose bushes, carefully cultivated, bloom luxuriantly in the severe winter.The roses are all red, without any variegation, the size of a fist, blooming continuously and imposingly.

Although red plums are good, they have no fragrance.

But the rich fragrance of red roses almost covers the sky, rushing towards the face, and when the wind blows, these elves that bloom in winter will sway with the wind without any pretentiousness.

After a long time, Qu Cunzi took a deep breath—he didn't even know that roses would bloom in winter.

Don't roses bloom in April and May?

Why does it form such a bright sea of ​​flowers in winter? ? ?

Now, there is not even a trace of Luomeixuan here.

in those days!

in those days! ! !

He walked forward slowly.

Wutong Pavilion is in a different situation.

The most here are sycamore and ginkgo trees, but the harsh winter, these two kinds of trees have become bare, surrounded by no shelter, only one house is left, which looks unusually deserted and lonely.

He goes in.

There was already a layer of dust inside.

All furniture is covered with white drapes.

In the closet, there are rows of new clothes, many of which have not even torn off the labels.And lots of bags, shoes... a box of jewellery, jewelry...

These belong to a woman.

It was the price she paid for being a "concubine".

She rescued him and took care of him, and he rewarded her.

But, in the end, she left quietly without taking anything with her.

After careful calculation, she has suffered such a great loss—saving his life, accompanying him through the lowest ebb of his life, cooking for him, taking care of his daily life... When he is happy, she quietly listens to his bragging ;When he was depressed, she patiently massaged him to relieve his fatigue... Once, she served him so comfortably.

And had, had... had children for him—yes—nearly!

Almost had children for him.

However, in the end, she left empty-handed.

Covered in scars, exhausted physically and mentally, he left with nothing.

She didn't even give him the chance to look for it.

He uncovered the cover, and found that the large and soft mattress was still brand new, but when he touched the quilt, he found that the quilt had become very hard due to the long-term lack of popularity.