Chapter: 613
The doors are all the same, what can she do?
Seeing that she was about to reach the end of the corridor, she plucked up the courage and was about to turn around and ask the bodyguard behind her. Suddenly, a clear, low-pitched man's voice came from the room on the left: "Come in!"
She was stunned for a moment. This room should be Master Yi!
No matter what, take a gamble, Mo Xiaodie took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.
Lu Chenxu silently noted the location of the door, before turning around to look for the entrance to the basement.
After Mo Xiaodie walked into the room, she was startled by the sight in front of her.
What kind of room is there? It is clearly a huge studio with hundreds of square meters.
The soft lights hit the large and small picture frames, and the whole room is elegant and full of artistic atmosphere.
There is a partition on the far right of the screen. The simple strokes on the screen show a woman's outstanding demeanor.
The woman was wearing an indigo blue cloak, standing under a pear tree, white flowers fell on her hair, nose, and cuffs in the wind.
Just a simple profile face can arouse countless reveries. The woman in the screen must be the country and the city, and her beauty is unparalleled.
"Who are you? You are not the cleaner here?"
The low and clear male voice just behind him sounded again.
Mo Xiaodie quickly turned around, lowered his head, and put on a panic expression: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm new here."
"New here?" The man's voice was full of doubts.
"Yes, yes, I'm new here. Someone outside just asked me to come over and handle the coffee." She replied hurriedly, as if she was really frightened.
The man stared at her for a long time before slowly speaking, "In that case, go and clean it. It's near the table in front of the French window."
"Okay, okay." Mo Xiaodie looked up carefully to see the true face of the man in front of him, but couldn't help screaming when he saw the true face of the other person.
The entire right half of the man's face, as well as his eyes, seemed to have been disfigured with sulfuric acid. It looked particularly hideous and terrifying. And he only has one leg, with a cane in his hand, and the other trousers are empty.
Such a man, adding pictures of various painting styles all over the room, made Mo Xiaodie suddenly feel very strange, and unconsciously felt a trace of coolness in his back.
Seeing her reaction, the man in front of him was angry, but gave a wry smile: "It's scary, isn't it?"
Only then did Mo Xiaodie realize that he had just made a mistake, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
The man disapproved, and slowly moved a step forward: "You don't have to blame yourself. When I look in the mirror, I feel scared!"
She didn't know what to say next, and she hurried to the French window with her head down and the broom.
They have more important things to do. This man has nothing to do with this plan.
There was indeed a pool of coffee on the ground in front of the French windows. After Mo Xiaodie wiped it with a paper towel, he wiped it carefully with a rag.
Behind her, there was a melodious piano sound.
She turned her head back in a bit of surprise, and saw the man just now sitting in front of the screen, playing the piano with a face of intoxication. The piece played between her slender fingers happened to be Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny."
The ups and downs of notes flowed along his fingertips throughout the room, and he was bathed in the fusion of lights, looking at the beautiful woman on the screen. JrNovels.com
Seeing that she was about to reach the end of the corridor, she plucked up the courage and was about to turn around and ask the bodyguard behind her. Suddenly, a clear, low-pitched man's voice came from the room on the left: "Come in!"
She was stunned for a moment. This room should be Master Yi!
No matter what, take a gamble, Mo Xiaodie took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.
Lu Chenxu silently noted the location of the door, before turning around to look for the entrance to the basement.
After Mo Xiaodie walked into the room, she was startled by the sight in front of her.
What kind of room is there? It is clearly a huge studio with hundreds of square meters.
The soft lights hit the large and small picture frames, and the whole room is elegant and full of artistic atmosphere.
There is a partition on the far right of the screen. The simple strokes on the screen show a woman's outstanding demeanor.
The woman was wearing an indigo blue cloak, standing under a pear tree, white flowers fell on her hair, nose, and cuffs in the wind.
Just a simple profile face can arouse countless reveries. The woman in the screen must be the country and the city, and her beauty is unparalleled.
"Who are you? You are not the cleaner here?"
The low and clear male voice just behind him sounded again.
Mo Xiaodie quickly turned around, lowered his head, and put on a panic expression: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm new here."
"New here?" The man's voice was full of doubts.
"Yes, yes, I'm new here. Someone outside just asked me to come over and handle the coffee." She replied hurriedly, as if she was really frightened.
The man stared at her for a long time before slowly speaking, "In that case, go and clean it. It's near the table in front of the French window."
"Okay, okay." Mo Xiaodie looked up carefully to see the true face of the man in front of him, but couldn't help screaming when he saw the true face of the other person.
The entire right half of the man's face, as well as his eyes, seemed to have been disfigured with sulfuric acid. It looked particularly hideous and terrifying. And he only has one leg, with a cane in his hand, and the other trousers are empty.
Such a man, adding pictures of various painting styles all over the room, made Mo Xiaodie suddenly feel very strange, and unconsciously felt a trace of coolness in his back.
Seeing her reaction, the man in front of him was angry, but gave a wry smile: "It's scary, isn't it?"
Only then did Mo Xiaodie realize that he had just made a mistake, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
The man disapproved, and slowly moved a step forward: "You don't have to blame yourself. When I look in the mirror, I feel scared!"
She didn't know what to say next, and she hurried to the French window with her head down and the broom.
They have more important things to do. This man has nothing to do with this plan.
There was indeed a pool of coffee on the ground in front of the French windows. After Mo Xiaodie wiped it with a paper towel, he wiped it carefully with a rag.
Behind her, there was a melodious piano sound.
She turned her head back in a bit of surprise, and saw the man just now sitting in front of the screen, playing the piano with a face of intoxication. The piece played between her slender fingers happened to be Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny."
The ups and downs of notes flowed along his fingertips throughout the room, and he was bathed in the fusion of lights, looking at the beautiful woman on the screen. JrNovels.com
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