At this time, Jingting had arrived in Montreal, Canada and stayed in a seven-star hotel.
He has half of the shares in this hotel, and even the air in the presidential suite is filled with the word "luxury".
Sitting on the golden velvet sofa, judging the jet lag, he called Li Mi's video call. His curled lips and smiled slightly were enough to show Li Mi's position in his heart.
It's exactly eight o'clock in the evening in Jiangcheng.
After having dinner and taking a shower, Li Mi sat on the head of the bed with a cup of book in her hand. When she heard the video call he called over, a smile couldn't help but hang on the corner of her lips.
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She answered the video and said with a smile, "I'm at home and I haven't worked overtime today."
"Why don't you dry your hair?" Jingting asked seriously, noting this detail, "it's easy to catch a cold."
"It's blown, my scalp is dry, and my hair is a little wet." Her face was soft, "Have you just got off the plane?"
"Yes." Jingting's gentle eyes were the only one in her. Under the warm yellow light, she was the most charming.
Due to the time difference, Li Mi saw that it was broad daylight on his side.
So he said to him, "You, don't worry about working. I won't work overtime. I will definitely be home at 8 o'clock every night. Believe me."
"I'm not a supervisor," he explained, smiling, "I just don't want you to be too tired."
"I know, I don't want you to be too tired, so you should also pay attention to rest."
After a few simple conversations, the video call ended.
In the hotel presidential suite.
Jingting had just put down his cell phone, and the knock on the door rang. He was sitting on the sofa and turned his eyes and saw a subordinate coming in.
His subordinates stood in front of him, saluted respectfully and reported, "Mr. Jing, I just found out that Emily lives in the manor in the middle of the lake, about ten minutes away from here."
Lake Manor?
It was a big orchard, very famous in this city, and the only pure land in the downtown area, so Jingting knew about it.
The subordinate said again, "I have contacted her and she is willing to see you."
Jingting stood up and spoke in a warm voice, "Then let's go now."
"yes."
They walked out of the suite and took the elevator downstairs with the bodyguard at the door.
Going to the black Maseratiri at the manor in the middle of the lake, his subordinates told him about Elimi's relevant information.
When did she immigrate to Canada? Why didn’t she live in the UK? How about her relationship with her father Johnson?
Jingting listened carefully and analyzed Emily's personality.
In the manor in the middle of the lake—
A fairy tale-like life doesn’t have to be in a castle, and it’s also good to wake up in an orchard.
It is a large area here, with 108 kinds of fruit trees planted, and several streams intersecting, and you can often hear gurgling water.
The manor is not to the outside world, it is Emily's private residence. Ten years ago, his father Johnson bought her birthday gift in full.
She is a girl who loves fruit trees.
Holding a glass of fruit wine in hand, wrapping it on a warm blanket, sitting in the fairy tale-like yard, feeling the stars in the sky, and listening to the echoes that seemed to come from the entire orchard.
This is the fairy tale life she dreamed of, and now she has realized it.
Today, the manor was sunny, Emily wore a Lolita long dress, blonde hair, blue eyes, and high nose bridge, and her fair skin seemed to be shattered.
She was dancing in the yard, holding the photo of Jingting in her hand, smiling and happy like a child-
"I saw this man at a dinner party when I was seven years old. The years seemed to leave no trace on his face! I like him, I want it!"
She never thought that one day her male god would come to find her!
"Miss." The maid standing beside her kindly reminded, "Mr. Jing is married."
The dancing girl stopped and looked at her with a smile, "I know, but what does it matter?"