The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Jun Ci heard the careful thought in his words and sneered without speaking.

The two walked to a house built on a slope, with rare lights on.

The three-story hut is built like a small villa, covered with tall concrete walls.

There is another family next to them, and several girls are talking and laughing on the **** road.

When Jiang Yi and Junci came up, they seemed to pause.

With the help of the light, the dim looks of the two boys in the light can almost make people hold their breath.

The dress is fashionable and generous, noble and elegant style incompatible with the surrounding village environment.

It seems that even the environment here has been elevated to a higher level by these two people.

Jiang Yi pointed to the three-story hut blocked by the cement wall: "Porcelain, that's it."

When the boy looked up, several girls in the distance were a little surprised.

They couldn't say anything shocked.

Jiang Yi took out the key from his arms, opened the door and went in.

It was not until the two boys entered the courtyard and closed the door that they came back to their senses.

"That...that is..."

"My God, is it because I am blind? The one wearing a mask seems to be the emperor!"

"The tall one is so handsome...what did you say? The one wearing the mask is the emperor?"

"It's very similar, that mask is exactly the same as the one worn on the emperor's photo!"

"Now that the anti-imitation versions of the emperor's masks are everywhere, are you dazzling? It's the night again."

One of the girls couldn't help being excited, and hurried into her courtyard, and asked her family what the next door was.

After all, the appearance of such a person in such a place is no less than a miracle.

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After entering the house, Junci found that the decoration in the house was nothing like an ordinary family, and the furniture was probably shipped by air. After all, the appearance of this house is unique in this village.

"The house was built by my grandfather before. They are all separate houses. I am afraid that I am not used to them. Someone will come to clean them regularly. Someone has handled them before we came yesterday. They are very clean."

Jiang Yi was explaining these things to Jun Ci, and the little spy on Jun Ci's shoulders had red light in his eyes: "I pinch my fingers, you have countless bedrooms in this three-story house, why do you say that my master cannot sleep alone? one?"

Jiang Yi: "..."

Junci: "..."

The man's breath becomes gloomy at once, and you talk too much!

He took out Xiaozi from his suitcase. Xiaozi stayed in the suitcase for a day and obediently. At this moment, he was taken out and cried out obediently: "Dad."

"Well, good girl."

He pushed Xiao Ci gently: "Play with him, and let him not get in the way of eyesight here."

Little spy: "..."

How to use such a despicable method!

However, seeing Xiao Ci walking towards him, the little spy obediently followed Xiao Ci out to play.

Waiting for the two of them to leave, Jiang Yi saw the boy face his smiley eyes, calmed down and explained: "Don't listen to him talking nonsense. There is really no room. The other rooms are used for Uncle Tao and the others to sleep. ."

He said with confidence, and Jun Ci smiled, "I didn't say anything."

It's normal for them to sleep in the same room. In the eyes of others, she and Jiang Yi are good brothers. In the eyes of the old man, they are both future grandchildren...

Naturally, these little things don't need to be concerned.