The queen's wife is too sultry

The private plane arrived at the airport, the hatch opened, and Jiang Jingting walked down slowly.

The rain in London has lasted for a week. People coming and going are all holding umbrellas, burying their faces in their scarves, and hurrying on their way.

At the gate of the Jiang family's old house, the old housekeeper Diego was waiting here early in the morning. He was wearing a thick coat, holding an umbrella in his hand, looking for something in the gray world expectantly.

The rain was still pattering down.

For a moment, the sound of the car's engine came from far to near, and the fast-rotating wheels rolled over the ground, splashing a little water, and the black and mysterious Lamborghini stopped slowly and steadily at the gate of Jiang's old house.

Diego suddenly became alert. He was more than [-] years old, and he was even more energetic. He stretched his neck and looked at the Lamborghini.

The first to get out of the car was the burly bodyguard. The bodyguard walked around to the side of the car, opened the umbrella, and opened the door for the people in the back seat.

With suit pants wrapped around his slender and well-proportioned legs, a handsome and dignified man slowly stepped out of the car. The vertical and straight long coat set off his perfect body proportions, like an aristocratic gentleman.

A slender and tall human figure appeared in Diego's line of sight. He couldn't wait to meet him, his expression hard to hide his excitement:
"Master! You are back!"

Seeing him, Jiang Jingting's facial expression was a little softer, less exhausted from the world, and smiled lightly, "Diego, why come out and wait for me when it's raining."

Diego took the suitcase from the bodyguard and walked side by side with Jiang Jingting, chattering as he walked:
"It's been such a long time since you have been back to the old house. It's hard to come back this time. Of course I can't neglect it."

"Master, the room you used to sleep in has already been cleaned, and it is exactly the same as before. It will definitely satisfy you."

The old butler is 60 years old, but he is still in good spirits when he walks. Even though he is carrying a suitcase, his pace is still not inferior to that of Jiang Jingting.

While listening to his nagging, Jiang Jingting looked up at the Jiang family's old house in front of him, and the emotions in his eyes gradually became complicated.

This classic European-style building is classically and elegantly designed and has a long history. Jiang Tingyue bought it at a very high auction price when he was young, and the Jiang family has taken root in London ever since.

And Jiang Jingting grew up in this old house.

The old housekeeper Diego began to serve the Jiang family in the old house in his twenties. It has been forty years now. Jiang Jingting grew up beside Jiang Tingyue since he was a child. Diego took care of food, clothing, housing and transportation. In his eyes, Diego is already like a relative.

With the disappearance of the second uncle, Jiang Yansen and his wife moved to the United States, Jiang Jingting took over RC and moved out, Jiang Tingyue traveled far and wide, and the old house became more and more deserted.

The old housekeeper, Diego, still guards the house conscientiously for the Jiang family.

Thinking about it carefully, the last time I went back to the old house was two years ago.

"Master, the master just came back from Egypt last week. He brought back a lot of rare things, and he was nagging to show you."

Diego pushed open the door, and the maid came forward and took the suitcase.

Jiang Jingting took off his coat and handed it to Diego, casually looking at the house that he hadn't set foot in for a long time.

The overall appearance is exactly the same as before, and there is not much change. Every vase, every painting, and every sofa are neatly and orderly placed in their original positions. When you look closely, they are still clean and tidy. Drop a little dust.

You can see the hard work of the managers.

Noticing a row of models in the corner, Jiang Jingting raised his foot and walked over, but was slightly taken aback when he took a closer look, and a strong sense of familiarity came to his heart at that moment.

Airplanes, rockets, cars. All kinds of models were carefully packed in transparent glass boxes and placed on the model stand.

These models were all played by Jiang Jingting when he was a child. After so many years, Diego is still so well preserved.

Noticing that Jiang Jingting was looking at the models, Diego stepped forward and explained:

"I cleaned your study a while ago, only to find that some things started to loosen and fall off. The weather in London is humid and cold, which is not as good as in China, so I asked someone to pack them all in boxes. The master even asked me to put them here, saying that you must like them. .”

With a smile in his eyes, Jiang Jingting nodded slightly: "It's still you who are careful and thoughtful, and helped me keep the things from the past. It's a lot kinder to see."

When Diego heard this, his face immediately burst into a smile, "Young Master, you just need to like it, I'll take care of all your old things for you, and I'll wait for you to come back someday."

Jiang Jingting looked towards the second floor and said softly, "Is grandpa at home now?"

"The master is reading in the study. He remembered the wrong time yesterday and still talked about the young master. He thought the plane was delayed."

Jiang Jingting nodded and walked to the second floor.

Walking through the familiar corridor, he came to the door of Jiang Tingyue's study.

He has not set foot in this world for a long time, and he has mixed feelings in his heart. The scene of Jiang Tingyue teaching him when he was young seems to be vivid in his memory. After just a few moments, he has grown into an adult. Since he took over RC from his father, he is close to five years.

In his past twenty years, the old man in the door undoubtedly had the greatest influence on him, and the old man who accompanied him the longest was also the old man.

His knocking hand froze in the air for a moment before landing on the door.

"Who?"

"Grandpa, it's me."

There was silence inside the door for a few seconds before a very low voice came:
"Enter."

Jiang Jingting turned the doorknob, and with a "click", the light from the crack of the door gradually became brighter, and wherever he could see, a serious and simple atmosphere came over his face.

In the huge study room, tens of thousands of books are neatly placed on the dark red bookshelves. The layout of the bookshelves on both sides is extremely regular and symmetrical, forming a serious and deep artistic conception.

An old man was sitting on a rocking chair by the window with his back facing him, with a cashmere blanket over his legs, holding a book in his hand, and looking down quietly.

Hearing the movement at the door, he turned a page without raising his head, and said, "Here we come."

The thick and hoarse voice revealed infinite majesty and solemnity.

Jiang Jingting walked towards him, paused behind him, lowered his head and said calmly, "Grandpa."

Jiang Tingyue turned another page, as if he didn't care about his existence at all, raised the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, squinted his eyes slightly, and stared at the book in his hand.

Jiang Jingting glanced at it casually, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw that it was a famous Chinese book.

"Since when did you start watching these things?"

Jiang Tingyue ignored him, and pointed to the tea on the coffee table with his chin, "It's cold."

Jiang Jingting understood, picked up the teacup, and poured him another cup of hot tea.

Jiang Tingyue took off his glasses, looked up from the book, took a sip of tea, and looked up and down at Jiang Jingting with his cloudy eyes:

"sit down."