It was already eight o’clock in the evening when they arrived at Li’s house.
The Li family is very large, and its periphery is full of estates. It is not clear at night, but the outline of the roadside flower branches can be faintly seen.
The air was filled with rich floral fragrance, and as the car passed by, the birds on the side of the road jumped up.
The villa has the unique style of the city and is brightly lit all around.
Su Qingyu looked at it from a distance. This villa is dozens of times larger than their wedding room, especially the main entrance is a bit like the gate of Heaven, showing majesty and sacredness everywhere.
She stepped on the soft long-haired carpet and followed Li Tingchen into the living room. As far as she could see, all the decorations could only be described in a few words.
She felt that she had come to the palace.
The place where the line of sight passes is full of expensive paintings, precious porcelain, and antiques.
The places you go are all magnificent.
Fortunately, she was not a commoner herself, so she didn’t react too strongly, but felt uncomfortable.
It’s not like a home here, like a museum or a palace, but there is no anger at all.
Li Tingchen’s expression was solemn and solemn, giving Su Qingyu the feeling that he was not going home, but going to the grave, or a more serious occasion.
Even Su Qingyu tightened his skin inexplicably.
Along the way, she rarely asked his mother’s story. The three-year-old birthday party should have left him too impressed.
We are going to meet today, what will his expression be.
Su Qingyu turned his head curiously to look at Li Tingchen. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and his aura was fierce.
A deserted female voice came from above her head: “You are back.”
It was calm and wave-free, like a beam of cold light shining down from the sky through the clouds.
Su Qingyu subconsciously raised his head and saw a woman in a white cheongsam standing on the second floor of the revolving staircase.
She took a breath of cool air, and she had long guessed that the mother who could give birth to a son like Li Tingchen must be very beautiful.
Thinking of her past history, the image in Su Qingyu’s heart is an image similar to that of a mad batch of beauties.
But the woman in front of her was clearly not, it seemed that Yang Guo had seen the little dragon girl of the tomb School for the first time.
Deserted and noble, like a bright moon in the sky, it can only be viewed from a distance and not blasphemous.
The exquisite facial features showed no signs of aging even in the years. With cheongsam, cold white skin, and the clear sky blue bracelet on the wrist, they were as clear as jade.