Tang Qing sighed a little tired and leaned against the vinegar wall in a daze.

There was a knock outside the door, and she said, "come in."

Or the maid in Russian maid's dress yesterday, with her long golden hair tied behind her head and her blue eyes looking clear and sweet, she stood at the door and nodded to Tang Qingwei falsely, "Miss Tang, a delicious breakfast is ready. Would you like to go downstairs and have something to eat?"

Tang Qing sat on the bed silent for a moment, then nodded his head, "OK."

She came out of bed barefoot, felt a rubber band from the bedside table and tied up her hair scattered on her shoulder. "I'll brush my teeth first."

The woman's face is still a mask like formula smile, Tang tilted his eyes and didn't look at her. He went into the bathroom and closed the door.

She raised her head and looked at the woman in the mirror. The other side looked at her pale. Tang Qing raised her hand and pinched her face. She felt that she had lost a lot of weight in the past few days.

Maybe it was the reason of that osmanthus cake. She found that her mood was not as bad as she imagined, and she was not as desperate as she imagined.

Maybe it's better to carry the attack She thought as she brushed her teeth, and she gave a happy smile.

After brushing his teeth, Tang Qing saw that the American woman was still standing there, as if she had not moved.

She was also trained as a maid. When she was on gongheng Island, she knew how painful it was to stand in one position for a long time. She closed her eyes and wiped the water off her face. "Let's go."

It was the first time she had come out of the house.

The first impression is clean.

The dark black floor, white walls and corridors, and the sharp contrast between black and white make people feel like walking in the snow.

At the end of the road, she saw a vermilion door. The doors of the rooms were all beige. The vermilion gate looked very different here. Tang Qing pauses for a moment and points to the door: "what's inside?"

The maid lowered her eyes, remained as distant and respectful as ever, "it's not allowed to enter."

"Oh." Places not allowed in? Tang Qing said, "then you stay here, I'll go in and have a look."

A slight uneasiness finally appeared on the maid's face, and she immediately stopped her: "Miss Tang, no one is allowed to enter there. Breakfast is ready. Let's go downstairs as soon as possible."

Tang Qing pushed away her arm in front of her and insisted on walking forward. She did not care whether she was allowed to enter or not. People all caught her here. Did she want to give face to the other party? Do you still have to obey other people's rules?

If she wants to see it, she can come out and kill her in person.

Tang Qing kept such a good mood and went to the vermilion gate in spite of the maid's obstruction. The other party was obviously afraid of the door, but he did not dare to be rude to her. His face was full of tension in the formula smile.

Tang Qing looked at her and didn't pay any more attention to her. She had already come to the door and could not help looking up at the vermilion gate which looked very different in this villa.

Standing at the door, she found that the door was extremely large and full of the complicated style of medieval Rococo. Even the ancient copper door handle was carved with exquisite patterns