Chapter 1718 Rose Manor (24)

Uncle Wang took the document and looked at him: "Sir...but who are you trying to investigate?"

He never said it, but it looked like... he was looking for someone.

And it seems... he is looking for a young woman.

The noble and gentle Mr. Qiao has dark eyes.

The cold face became increasingly cold against the warm colors outside.

Indifferently, as if nothing could change his mood.

He didn't answer, he just raised his hand and waved it, indicating that he could leave.

The gentleman who has always been friendly and gentle will never make things difficult for others, even if... the results of his work are disappointing.

Uncle Wang stopped talking, bowed slightly, and withdrew.

Before he left, he could still see the book placed next to his husband's legs - "The Little Prince"

The story of the little prince and the rose.

Romantic and full of fairy taleism.

Uncle Wang glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

Leave quietly.

The cold and quiet person was left, sitting there quietly, with his slender white hands silently resting on his legs.

The roses outside the window are still in full bloom, and the roses in the vase on the round table inside the window are still gorgeous.

The man was like a beautiful sculpture that could not move, just sitting there, looking at the flowers outside the window.

Outside the window, there was a gentle breeze blowing into Jing Ji's window.

The somewhat old copy of "The Little Prince" was blown open by the gentle wind.

The sound of turning pages of paper was heard twice.

Finally, it stopped quietly on a certain page.

It says--

If a person has a special liking for a flower, then that flower is unique in the vast galaxy. Then, he only needs to look up at the stars, and he will be satisfied. He would murmur to himself: "My flower is somewhere in the galaxy..." However, once the flower is eaten by the sheep, all the stars will be dimmed in an instant... What do you think? Isn't this important?

What's important is that it's my rose. How could it not be important?

cried the little prince angrily, "It is the most important thing!"

"No one can take my rose away, no one!"

The book was blown shut again by the wind.

There was silence.

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Uncle Wang went downstairs.

As luck would have it, I bumped into a servant who looked a little dazed.

He was still wearing a one-piece overalls and holding scissors for pruning branches and leaves in his hands.

Like he just finished his work.

He stood still at the gate, as if he had lost his soul. Uncle Wang almost bumped into him because of this.

"……what's wrong with you?"

He patted him and said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The servant looked a little confused, "...No...No..."

Seeing that it was Uncle Wang, he came back to his senses.

Holding the scissors, his movements suddenly became a little weird, and he even glanced outside.

It's mysterious and somewhat hesitant to speak.

"Uncle Wang, just now...I seemed to have seen something dirty in the back garden..."

"What?"

"It's just...that kind of dirty thing..."

The servant was a little timid and whispered, "It...maybe it's a ghost..."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Wang's face turned cold and he yelled, "What are you talking about?!"

"Don't be dazzled by it, just here to scare people."

He has lived for so many years, but he has never believed that there is such a thing.

The servant stopped talking.

Uncle Wang paused and his expression softened, "Where did you see it? What did you see?"