We stood at the door. After entering, we saw a ceiling of six or seven meters high. The crystal lamp on the top was in the shape of a pine tree, and the floor tiles were not marble but jade.

Ordinary people will use marble to decorate to highlight wealth.

However, those who are truly discerning will use jade to nourish themselves, making them noble and elegant.

This also shows that Ai Wenfeng has an extraordinary background. He is an antique player, so decorating with jade is more in line with his style.

You can tell the taste of the family just by looking at the decoration. There is still a difference between a nouveau riche family and a wealthy family.

Many things cannot be learned overnight.

"Weiwei, how big is this house?" Hou Yun looked greedy.

Ai Weiwei said nonchalantly: "I don't know either, I haven't seen the real estate certificate either."

"Are we staying here today?"

Ai Weiwei glanced at me: "It should be, Sister Yun, there are many rooms, whichever one you want to live in."

Hou Yun's face was full of smiles: "I have seen on TV before that the houses of rich people are built like palaces. Today I have seen it."

Just now I was thinking about being like an emperor and not knowing which room the assassin would sleep in. Unexpectedly, it came true in the blink of an eye.

I looked at Hou Yun's inexperienced look and deliberately teased her: "Sister Yun, look, what is on the ground?"

She looked at the ground seriously: "Nothing? Dust?"

"Look, it's all your saliva, it's almost turning into a lake."

"Hahaha!" Ai Weiwei laughed, "Uncle, you are so funny."

Hou Yun glared at me: "Look, your uncle really doesn't know how to live. My father-in-law doesn't live in such a big house, but he still lives in a hotel."

I smiled disdainfully. She couldn't find anything to refute me, so she said it deliberately.

I teased her again: "Sister Yun, how about we visit?"

"Okay!" She immediately cheered up.

"You don't want to sleep anymore? Didn't you say you were very sleepy just now?"

Hou Yun looked embarrassed, but now he realized that I had deliberately spoken to trick her.

She ignored me: "Weiwei, please show me around."

"Okay!" The two said and left.

Alas! When I looked at Hou Yun’s back, I felt like laughing: Woman, long hair means short knowledge.

It's not that I didn't know that Ai Weiwei had a house to live in before, but she said she didn't want to live there, so how could I force her.

Besides, there are still so many hidden things that cannot be explained clearly. When you live here, you don’t know whether it is clouds or fog.

"Master Gao, if nothing happens, I will go back." Cui Gang said politely.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work." I hesitated, "Will you have anything to do after you go back today?"

"Is there something wrong, Master Gao?" Cui Gang asked.

"You go back and tell Third Master that I want to borrow you for a few days. I have something to do these days, so you can protect Miss Ai for me.

It would be best if you find some more skilled brothers to come over. This house is so big, so there must be more people there.

If you can't make sense with Third Master, I'll go and talk to you."

Cui Gang nodded: "Master Gao, I understand what you mean. I haven't lived in this house for so long, and I have to arrange for someone to clean it."

I was shocked, Cui Gang was really rough and subtle.

I have also considered this, but I haven't decided yet whether to hire a housekeeping company or find other ways.

"Yes! I have to find a nanny and bodyguard, and I have to ask Third Master to find me a reliable one, one of my own. If I go out to do things, I can rest assured."

"Don't worry, Mr. Gao. I'll go back now and tell the third master about the motorcycle. The third master has something to do in the morning and won't be in the store, probably in the afternoon. Then, I'll finish everything that needs to be done."

"Thank you for your hard work, brother. From now on, don't call me Gao Ye, Gao Ye. Just call me Gao Yang."

"This..." He hesitated for a moment, "Thank you, Brother Gao, for looking up to me and treating me as a brother."

I added: "Also, I have to use Brother Yan's car for a few days."

I'm going to see Han Qianshou tonight and Wan Xiyue tomorrow. It's really inconvenient without a car.

I want to sell the car, but I won't be able to make it in a while.

The most important thing is that whether I use my name, Ai Weiwei or Hou Yun, it is a kind of restriction, and I don’t want to have any restrictions.

It is best for those in our field to own nothing. A house, a car, anything that is in your name is bound to you.

Especially when playing games, as long as you have these things, the other party may find your information from any channel.

Your carefully planned game will be broken by the opponent from here.

"This matter is easy to handle. The third master has said before, and the uncle has also explained that if you want to use a car, just use his car. If you don't like it, he has many other cars, so you can use whichever one you want."

"This one will do. You can go back first and come to me before six o'clock in the evening."

"Okay!" Cui Gang said and turned around immediately.

Just having bodyguards is not enough, alcohol and imps are also coming.

The alcohol needs to check if there is any problem underground, and the kid needs to check the ground.

The house needs to be installed with surveillance cameras inside and outside, and it is best to install some power grid to prevent theft.

Hou Yun will have to talk to them later.

I don't know how long I will have to watch Hou Yun's temper.

I'm here and it's not convenient to go in. Let's wait.

Suddenly, I noticed a jade carving on the wall.

This painting is a bit strange. I can't see what it depicts or what it expresses.

Judging from his painting style, it is a bit abstract, a bit impressionistic, and a bit freehand landscape style.

Such a complicated style should be customized.

I think about the painters and sculptors on the market, and none of them have this style.

My intuition tells me that there must be something mysterious about this painting.

"Uncle, do you also like to see this painting?" Ai Weiwei suddenly came over, jumped into my arms, and put her hands on my neck.

I found that she likes to cling to me more and more recently. No one likes to lean on me, like she has no bones, she just wants to lean on me.

"Huh?" I was a little confused.

"When my dad had nothing to do before, he liked to stand here and look at this painting. He could look at it all afternoon, sometimes even all night."

One night?

Ai Wenfeng likes calligraphy and painting. I read it all night. How much do I like it? Doesn’t it hurt my eyes?

"What is he looking at?"

"I don't know what he's looking at, and he won't tell me if I ask him. Every time I look at it, I feel like it's just a pile of rocks. There's nothing interesting about it. I've seen you look at it for a long time, what do you see?"

"This painting was probably made by your father after he asked someone to draw a sample and then carve it."

"No! From design to carving, it was all done by my dad himself."

"Did you do it yourself?" My voice rose, looking completely unbelievable.

Ai Weiwei nodded.

I laughed and said, "Then you won't understand even more."

"Why?" Ai Weiwei was dissatisfied.

I touched her head and said in a joking tone, "How can a little girl like you understand the world of men?"

"This is exactly what my dad said." Ai Weiwei raised her nose and made a weird gesture, "Humph! I look down on people."

"Where's Sister Yun?" I interrupted the topic.

"Sister Yun said she was tired and would go to bed first."

"Isn't she going to visit?"
Chapter completed!