My Stunning Mrs. President

It's seven o'clock in the evening!

The night has already fallen, and the lights on the street are just beginning to come on, and the traffic is busy, what an endless bustling blur!

Although the winter in the south is not as bitter as that in the north.

But today's Tianhe City, the sky always looks a bit gloomy, with sporadic light rain falling silently, mixed with cool breeze, always bringing bursts of bleak chill.

Zhao Xiaotian stood motionless outside the gate of the Imperial Hotel, staring blankly at the bright and flickering neon lights, his expression so calm that no ripples could be seen.

This is already the third day in Tianhe City!

This was the first time in three days that he walked out of the hotel gate.For some reason, there is always a feeling of a world away!

Ye Qingying didn't speak either, but let him hold her thighs and soft waist with both hands, and hold her in his arms in this intimate posture!

Even though she was still a little shy and ashamed, she was used to getting along day and night during this period of time!

Even too greedy and obsessed, for the past few days, this man has been with her every step of the way, the tenderness and pampering that are so real and intoxicating!

Perhaps in the near future, she and him are destined to forget each other in the rivers and lakes, and they are destined to be strangers!May be able to do so, already satisfied!

In front of this or that person, she is too humble, she has no qualifications and dare not expect anything!

Even though she was poisoned, these few days were undoubtedly the happiest and most unforgettable time in her life!

Best memories!

At this moment, finally couldn't bear it any longer, a pair of jade arms lightly wrapped around his neck, letting her face stick tightly to his chest, her expression calm and calm.

But before I knew it, there was an inexplicable pain in my heart, and there were faint tears in my eyes!

This is already the fourth day of being poisoned!

There is only a little more than one day left before the poison soaks into the viscera and then there is no way to return to heaven, even the Da Luo Jinxian is helpless!

Regardless of whether this game with the Tang Sect is a success or a failure, no matter whether the antidote is obtained in the end, everything should be over!

She is not afraid of death!

I'm just afraid that from now on, I won't feel his tenderness again!

At this time, Zhao Xiaotian obviously also found her, feeling a little sad and lonely.

He stared down at her, staring at the tears flickering in her beautiful eyes, his expression froze.After a while, he just smiled lightly, "Are you afraid?"

Ye Qingying shook her head lightly, arched her head into his arms, and hugged his neck even tighter.

"It's good not to be afraid!" Zhao Xiaotian sighed softly, but his expression suddenly became a little playful, "No matter how bold I am, Zhao Xiaotian, I won't be able to make fun of my wife's life and death!"

Immediately afterwards, she murmured something she couldn't understand, "It's been three days, and the fire is already burning hot enough! It's also time to meet some ghosts and gods who have long been unable to hold back..."

Immediately, he just hugged her by the waist and strode towards the Range Rover in front of him.

Put her gently on the passenger seat, start the car, and drive out slowly.

……

In less than half an hour, the Land Rover stopped in front of a private club called "Shan Merchants Club" on the west third ring road of the city.

The size of the hall is not large, but only four floors. The blue tile and red brick building has a history of more than a hundred years. Some old walls are full of the precipitation of the years and the vicissitudes of history.

Outside the guild hall, there is a small garden. The courtyard wall is covered with a kind of tender green vines, making this place more like a paradise under the bustling city, quiet and peaceful!

Above the vermilion solid wood gate, on a black plaque, the four characters of "Shanxi Merchants Guild Hall" Zhang Xu's cursive characters are flying and dancing, which makes the place have an antique cultural heritage.

On the third floor of the clubhouse, the whole floor was decorated as a tea house. Except for a few tea tables and sofas in the center, there are tea seats divided by dark red pear blossom wood panes all around!

Simple and ancient, all adopt the classical design techniques of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties!

Because it was night, naturally there were no guests!

The background music was playing the song "Nianhua" that Zhao Xiaotian gave to Murong Ruxue back then. The melodious melody lingered in every corner, and there was a little intoxicating sadness in the tranquility!

When Zhao Xiaotian hugged Ye Qingying and walked into the teahouse slowly, he saw an old man sitting in a teahouse near the window at the top corner!

An old man in his 90s, wearing a simple blue gown, with long hair as white as snow.The figure looks a little thin, less than 1.6 meters tall, and the back is very rickety!

On the wrinkled face, the vicissitudes and bitterness left by the ruthless years are written, and the whole body is shrouded in a kind of desolation that is dying, and half of the body is buried in the earth!

In front of it, there is a set of pure mahogany tea table. The teapot is a precious purple sand pot from the official kiln in the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. It is a genuine antique for hundreds of years. , is the morning dew collected by a special person!

Behind the old man stood a man in his 40s!

He was dressed in a black outfit, a full two meters tall, so tall and mighty that he was almost abnormal, with well-developed muscles and a rough appearance, like a hill!

The bearded face is full of flesh, and the whole body is full of daunting explosive power.

A long knife was slung across his waist.The whole body of the scabbard is black, engraved with vaguely dark dragon patterns.The vigorous and powerful right hand is holding the handle of the knife tightly, the knuckles are white!

The knife is not out of its sheath, but it is like an ominous thing from hell, and the whole body is always permeated with the chill of death!

Just like this, the eight winds stood still like Mount Tai, and the old monk did not have the slightest expression on his face, as if he had no emotions or desires at all, and he could not see the slightest emotional fluctuation!

At this time, the old man's face was calm and calm to the extreme, and he was carefully brewing a pot of tea, his concentration had already transcended the mundane world!

Brewing tea, washing tea, smelling the fragrance, every link and every detail has already been performed to the extreme, which is perfect!

Don't be happy with things or sad with yourself, calm and indifferent!Too much wisdom enough to understand the world, too much indifference to see through the mundane world.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, or the calculation of the time was too precise, when Zhao Xiaotian walked into the teahouse with Ye Qingying in his arms, a pot of tea had just been brewed just as he stepped out of the stairs!

The tender green tea leaves spread out one by one in the teapot, dancing beautifully. With the steaming heat, the air is filled with bursts of refreshing fragrance, which finally brings some rare vitality and hope to this bitter winter. .

At this time, the old man let out a long sigh of relief, his bent body trembling slightly, took out a clean white towel from his arms, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.Just like making such a pot of tea, he has exhausted all his energy!

Then he picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea, no more, no less, just [-]% full!

He raised his head and looked at Zhao Xiaotian, who had just arrived in the distance ahead, with an indifferent smile on his old face, "Young Master Zhao, please sit down!"