Wen Wen looked at the magnificent and gilded Yilin building in front of him, and couldn't use words to describe its majesty.
The carved gallery attic made of white marble shone like a castle. For the first time, Wen Wen saw how Mosijue's huge background and identity were well-deserved.
It turns out that he, the heir to the Chris family, possesses these shining auras that are supreme and unmatched by anyone.
The Rose Manor alone covers an area of more than 2,000 square meters. Wen Wen stood behind Mosijue and looked at the blond old man lying in the wicker chair. He had a mahogany crutch in his hand and was inlaid with a flexible dragon head pattern. His eyes were slightly
Sitting under the parasol with his eyes squinted, his silver-white beard made him look even more peaceful and noble.
"Grandpa, are you feeling better?" Mo Sijue stood in front of him. Chris Hill, who is also the owner of this manor and a distinguished British royal earl, immediately opened his eyes and saw the person standing in front of him.
The handsome man sitting next to him immediately patted the seat next to him, and a butler had already pulled out a chair for him.
"It's really not easy to meet you!" Earl Chris looked at Lord Mo with a smile, his regretful tone was full of kindness, and his kind eyes could only look at the person he loved so much.
He would only smile like this when he was a grandson.
He was not as stern as the aristocrat she had imagined, and his warm and tense expression slowly relaxed.
"Didn't I come here specifically to see you?" Mo Sijue smiled faintly, and then grabbed Wen Xin who was standing beside him in a daze. She was caught off guard by him and pulled him to sit on his lap, looking into the old man's smiling eyes.
, a little embarrassed.
"This is Wenxin..." Sijue Mo pointed at Wenxin and said to Earl Chris, and then added a few words, "It's mine, woman!"
Wen Xin sullenly used her arms to rub his hard chest, and gave him a look. Who is his woman!
"Haha, the oriental girl is still beautiful. My child, you should calm down. Can grandpa see my great-grandson before he closes his eyes?"
"Yes, it will be as grandpa wishes!" Mo Sijue hugged Wen Xin and patted her back with his fingers, "I will stay here for the next two days, and you must cooperate with the doctor for treatment..."
Wen Xin suddenly realized a serious problem. One week later was her and Yin Tianqing's engagement party, but now four days have passed. She was abducted by Mo Sijue and brought to England. Can she still make it back? Will Yin Tianqing find him?
Did she go crazy looking for it?
Maybe it was Mosjue's order. The people here were very respectful to her. Mosijue stayed with his grandfather all afternoon. I heard that Count Chris was in poor health. He seemed to be interested in it as he was over seventy years old.
Let Lord Moss stay in England and inherit his title.
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince has arrived, and he is bringing a young lady with him!"
Daniel was dressed in a black formal suit. When he stepped into the villa, loyal guards followed him and told him truthfully.
"Coming so soon?" There was no joy on Daniel's outstanding facial features. Hearing this, he gently raised a pair of delicate eyebrows.
"Yes, the count has already hosted a banquet in honor of you, and is just waiting for His Highness to come back!"
Daniel dismissed the guards impatiently, and then walked towards the study dedicated to Chris and Hill.
Mosijue, dressed in home clothes, walked downstairs leisurely when he bumped into Daniel who was going upstairs.
Between the light of the calcium carbide fire, a super strong magnetic field ignited the war between the two.
"Long time no see, my dear uncle!" Mo Sijue took the lead and stretched out his hand towards the blond man.