Leng Xianghui looked at Rong Wenmao, looked at his Zhilan Yushu, picturesque eyebrows, some intoxicated, in the heart can not help laughing happily.

She didn't expect that this rongwenmao was her.

Rong Wenmao is also very famous in school.

Everyone said that Rong Wenmao's family is not very good, but after spending a long time with her, she knew that Rong Wenmao's family is very good, which can't be compared with others.

Rong Wenmao also said that he worked part-time to find her.

Thinking of this, Leng Xianghui felt deeply moved.

Even on the plane, Rong Wenmao prepared a lot of food for her.

What's more, they are all her favorite food. Rong Wenmao seems to know what she likes. Leng Xianghui thinks it's incredible. Leng Xianghui wanted to ask Rong Wenmao why she knew what she likes from the beginning.

However, when she wanted to ask, she suddenly realized that even if she wanted to ask, Rong Wenmao would definitely say that she would go home with him, so she would know everything.

Well, she'll bear to wait until he comes home. She should know everything.

In fact, up to now, Leng Xianghui doesn't know what Rong Wenmao's family does.

Rong Wenmao gently touched Leng Xianghui's hair, "if you're tired, just lean on it for a while, sleep for a while, and wait until I tell you."

Leng Xianghui is easy to fall asleep when she is flying, so she leans on Rong Wenmao's arms and soon falls asleep.

Rong Wenmao looks at Leng Xianghui's quiet sleeping face. His looks are warm and soft, and his eyes are full of light.

Leng Xianghui has been sleeping from the plane, and I don't know why.

After getting off the plane, Rong Wenmao took Leng Xianghui down and put her in the car.

Until a valley, Leng Xianghui woke up in a daze.

Looking at the dense bamboo forest in front of her, Leng Xianghui even had a feeling of shuttling through time and space, "isn't this ancient time?"

"No, it's where my parents live."

"What about outside?"

"The outside is covered with mechanism arrays, and others can't see or enter the inside."

Leng Xianghui, listening to Rong Wenmao's words, couldn't help looking out curiously, feeling really magical.

The air here is also very good. It seems that I can still smell the fragrance of flowers.

In the middle of the two rows of neat bamboo groves, there is a wide road. Through the bamboo groves, there is a sea of flowers in front.

Leng Xianghui smelled the smell of flowers, looked at the sea of flowers in front of her, and exclaimed, "is this really your home?"

Rong Wenmao looked at Leng Xianghui's surprised appearance and couldn't help laughing, "well, it's my home, and it's our home, where we live."

Hearing this, Leng Xianghui's heart warmed up.

She is very moved, she can see through these words, Rong Wenmao is sincere to her.

Leng Xianghui can't help reaching out to hold Rong Wenmao. Rong Wenmao patted her on the back, "good."

Hearing this word, Leng Xianghui has a feeling of being spoiled.

"These flowers are really beautiful. How are they planted?"

"My mother liked these words, and then my father transplanted them to make her happy."

Listening to these words, Leng Xianghui said, "your father is really good to your mother."

"Father is really good to mother."

Thinking of his parents, Rong Wenmao has a soft light all over his body.

Soon, the two stopped in front of a villa in the valley. This villa is very large and combines ancient and modern art styles. There are guards on both sides of the gate, similar to bodyguards.

Knowing that they came back, the people inside also came out.