Lure from a wealthy family: The devil’s president can’t get enough

A black Range Rover quietly drove in front of a quaint villa in the old town.

Rather than saying it is a villa, it is more appropriate to say it is a completely new courtyard house.

A pair of majestic stone lions guard the gate on both sides of the vermilion gate, and a housekeeper and four servants are waiting at the gate.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for Lu Zihao, and Mu Xingyao, who was in the passenger seat, also got out of the car.

However, with wavy hair, decent makeup and black-rimmed glasses, she is far from her usual self. For her current self, Mu Xingyao is very grateful for the makeup artist Ming Che gave her.

Since, if you want to come back without knowing it, then this little disguise is necessary.

Go forward and hand over the invitation.

The butler just glanced at it, handed it to the servant behind him, and then nodded slightly: "Mr. Lu, please."

Lu Zihao walked in steadily, followed closely by Mu Xingyao.

As soon as the tender was handed in, someone extended an olive branch, which can be said to have responded quickly.

In the courtyard, the lights were brightly lit. In the hall facing the gate, six simple wooden doors opened, and the lights inside were as bright as day.

The mahogany furniture is calm and atmospheric, and against the old-fashioned sofa, it has a sense of ancient charm.

The two were taken to the hall by the butler.

"Mr. Lu, Elder Deng is meeting guests. Wait a moment." The butler was in his 40s, with a loud voice and a confident appearance. He was slightly bald and wore a Chinese tunic suit.

"It's troublesome." Lu Zihao sat on the sofa, and Mu Xingyao sat on the chair behind him.

After a while, a servant brought a teacup, and Mu Xingyao's eyes lit up.

Whether the specifications are high or not depends on the details, she recognized at a glance that this is a Yixing handmade purple sand cup, and among them, it is an oriental purple jade cup that can be called a modern boutique.

As for the tea set, it was the result of my ears and eyes when I was in the Bai family. The seven old men in the Bai family, except for the eldest uncle who was unwell, were all addicted to tea. Therefore, whether this teacup is good or bad, Mu Xingyao also dabbled a little bit.

"Mr. Lu, please take it easy." The servant is in his 30s, with black hair tied into a bun, clean and neat, a small black suit, a white shirt, and black leather shoes under his feet, with an inch-high heel.

This is the most common attire of the people around the dignitaries.

Mu Xingyao slightly shook the leather bag in his hand.

At the same time, a white porcelain teacup was delivered to Mu Xingyao.

Mu Xingyao nodded slightly in thanks.

The living room is next to the study room. At this time, the door of the study room opened, and the people who came out were stunned when they saw Lu Zihao.

"Shaoqing, the overall situation is the most important thing."

Jun Shaoqing came back to his senses when the earnest voice came.

"Of course, Mr. Deng, I'll visit you another day." Jun Shaoqing replied lightly, and then looked at Lu Zihao meaningfully.

Seeing Lu Zihao at this time made Jun Shaoqing feel bad all over. Anyone who can enter the room and sit in Mr. Deng's living room is not a dragon and a phoenix, but Lu Zihao... .

Did not stay, strode away.

Behind Lu Zihao, Mu Xingyao bowed her head slightly, her heart beating like a drum, he really recovered, as before.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Deng invites you to the study."

The housekeeper sent Jun Shaoqing away, and came over to speak politely.

Lu Zihao nodded, put down his teacup and got up, and glanced at Mu Xingyao.

The two walked into Mr. Deng's study.

In the study room, the mahogany bookcase occupies an entire wall, and behind a huge mahogany desk, sits an old man over sixty years old, with silver hair and a ruddy complexion, answering the phrase "white hair and childlike face".

When he saw Lu Zihao, he nodded slightly, his eyes swept up and down, with an incomparable aura.

"This junior has met Mr. Deng." Lu Zihao bowed humbly and bowed to the old man.

Mr. Deng just slightly raised his hand: "Young is better than blue, I didn't expect that there is a talent like you in the Lu family, I am very happy."

The words were very polite, but the content really didn't match the politeness.

The Lu family was once considered a wealthy family in City A, even though it was incomparable to the Jun family.

Elder Deng's implication was quite surprising, after all, in Elder Deng's opinion, Lu Zihao's father was more likely to be out of the picture.

Lu Zihao smiled lightly: "Mr. Deng, that's absurd."

Elder Deng raised his hand and pointed to the chair opposite.

In this room, in addition to the bookshelf, there is a long mahogany table near the window. On the table are the Four Treasures of the Study, and there are several calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

Lu Zihao sat still, put his hands on his knees, and waited for Elder Deng to ask questions.

Mu Xingyao stood aside, neither far nor near, with the air of a special assistant.

In the room, it was so silent that even a needle dropped on the ground could be clearly heard, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Elder Deng did not speak, but stood up and walked to the long table.

Lu Zihao immediately got up and followed, took the paperweight and pressed it on the rice paper with a wink.

When writing, Mr. Deng hesitated for a moment, then dipped in the ink, and wrote a cloud character on the rice paper, vigorous and powerful, penetrating the back of the paper.

Lu Zihao remained silent.

Mr. Deng took a look at Lu Zihao, and wrote down the rest of the words --- Yun Conglong, Feng Conghu.

After writing the six characters, Mr. Deng put the pen on the pen holder, took the white towel beside him and wiped his hands.

Turning around, he walked to the sofa and sat down calmly, and then said: "Nowadays, city A has become a situation where dragons and tigers are fighting each other. Zihao wants to have a career when he comes back this time?"

"Yes." Lu Zihao was still pondering those six words in his mind.

On the surface, these six words mean that the frequency of the same kind of sound is mutually inductive, and the same kind of breath seeks to cooperate with each other, but Deng Lao definitely has a different meaning when he writes it.

"Very good, a hero is a boy." Elder Deng paused for a moment, then changed the topic: "What do you think of Zihao's words just now?"

Lu Zihao looked up at Mr. Deng, pondering for a while.

Elder Deng raised his hand to stop Lu Zihao, raised his eyes slightly to look at Mu Xingyao who had been standing behind, and said in a relaxed tone, "Girl, tell me."

Mu Xingyao nodded slightly, her tone neither humble nor overbearing: "Mr. Deng, you mean that everyone should perform their own duties and be insurmountable. But since ancient times, there has also been a saying that heroes emerge from troubled times."

The gleam in Mr. Deng's eyes disappeared, he leaned on the back of the sofa, his face remained normal, and motioned for Mu Xingyao to continue.

"The current business situation in City A is an opportunity for everyone. Mr. Lu chose this opportunity to come back to City A not because he wants to compete with anyone, but because he wants to seek his own development. In business, business, Mr. Deng Say?"

Mu Xingyao gave the topic to Mr. Deng again.

Elder Deng smiled and nodded, pointing to the words next to it: "Give it to Zihao, it's a gift. I'm a little tired today, let's talk about it another day."

see a visitor out!Mu Xingyao's heart skipped a beat, what did Mr. Deng mean?First, he arranged for Jun Shaoqing to meet Lu Zihao, then hinted to Lu Zihao not to mess around, and then saw off the guests without saying anything.

There are many doubts in my heart, but I can't show it on the surface.

Not long after the two of them left Deng Lao's mansion, a red flag car stopped in front of Deng Lao's door.

In the study, Mr. Deng put his hand on his forehead: "The woman next to Lu Zihao, check it out."