The Pearl ship drove about four or five hours to Yichuan. When it took the high-speed train from Yichuan to Seoul, it was already dark.

This city, known as the world's megacity, is a 360-meter-high mountain in the city center, which is the natural green lung of this megacity city.

At the foot of the mountain, the river flows slowly from east to west, with a water surface of about 400 to 1,000 meters wide. The city spreads along the gentle valley and is naturally divided into two areas: north and south.

The top of the mountain is built with a 290-meter-high Seoul radio tower, which is a symbol of the city.

At this time, as the old building approaches, the lights on the tower are fully opened, and they are complemented by the water of the Han River, which is very beautiful.

The old official is the Spring Festival for Seoul people. The Spring Festival is quieter for Seoul people, and the shops are closed one after another, and the streets are very deserted.

After leaving the station, a car had already driven over. The arrangements along the way were all about Shen Lan. Maslow knew that although the nominal protagonist was himself in this mission, the real leader was Shen Lan.

The car was moving forward, and Chen Lan leaned on him affectionately, "We will go home tonight, and the house is already packed."

"Yeah." Maslow felt that he was still not involved.

He looked at the shops on the roadside outside the window. Restaurants with guests usually hung signs of "continuous closing and closing" and some posted signs of "opening for the fourth day of the lunar month".

I can't tell what kind of mood I was at this time, I was worried, nervous, excited, and even a little ambiguous... I'm afraid there are all these emotions.

According to the plan, the first thing I do when I return to Seoul is to add home and take a bath first, but I will visit Wang Wenzhi tomorrow.

The car slowly drove into Hannan District, which is a wealthy area in Seoul. If you tell others that you live here, people will look up to you.

According to Qiu Chaoyong's personality and financial resources, if he did not live here, it would not be Qiu Chaoyong.

But when the car drove into the yard, Maslow felt deeply shocked.

This is a three-story villa with three floors above the ground and one floor below. The house can only be described as extremely luxurious.

From top to the next, a round marble stone pillar supported the entire villa. Two huge crystal chandeliers have been lit up, reflecting the milky white furniture and the floor that can be seen by people.

"Mr. Park, Mrs. Park." Two rows of middle-aged women dressed in servants were standing on both sides of the hall led by a middle-aged man. When they saw them coming in, they smiled and bowed to greet each other. A middle-aged servant took the luggage and wheelchair and pushed Maslow forward with a smile.

Maslow nodded to everyone with a smile, while Chen Lan took out a thick stack of white envelopes from her handbag and distributed them to everyone with a smile.

Seoul people will give New Year’s money to juniors and servants during the Spring Festival. The difference is that Chinese people use red envelopes to wrap them into "red envelopes", while Seoul people are used to packing New Year’s money in white envelopes.

"Thank you Mr. Park, thank you Mrs. Park."

....

What you get is naturally a continuous voice of thanks and gratitude.

Looking at the luxurious home decoration and listening to the continuous blessings, Maslow felt like he was falling into the clouds and mist for five miles. Yes, this is the feeling of traveling through time, and he felt like he had traveled through time.

"Mr. Park, Mrs. Park, we will go home after we finish the work." The housekeeper named Qiu Yuen, who personally pushed Maslow to the dining table. Although these two people were not at home for a year and came back every year in this season, this year's red envelopes are larger than ever.

Tomorrow night is thirty. Not only is the custom of "not opening the door" in Seoul hotels for a long time, Seoul people also pay great attention to the New Year's Eve dinner and eat at home, and even working as a servant at the rich.

"It should be, thank you for your hard work." The mistress was quite meaningful between Chen Lan's eyebrows and eyes, which made Maslow's heart move.

If this is not a task, if I am really a rich man in Hannan District, Seoul, living in a villa worth tens of millions of dollars...

He immediately interrupted his thoughts and returned to reality.

"Mr. Li will come back tonight? I have packed his room." The butler looked at Maslow's legs and then looked at his face carefully. When he came back once a year, he couldn't remember what this boss looked like.

But the red envelopes are still as generous as ever, which is enough.

The Mr. Li he mentioned was Suga Zhongjiu, and the name Qiu Chaoyong registered in this house was Mr. Park.

"Mr. Park, Mrs. Park, the bath water is ready." A servant came over with a smile.

"He won't come back this year." Chen Lan replied with a smile and said, lying in Maslow's ear and said affectionately, "Chaochun, take a shower first."

This is also the old rule. The housekeeper looked at Maslow's legs, and it would be difficult to take a bath by himself.

He looked at Chen Lan again. His wife was so slender, and it would be difficult to move a man's body.

Sure enough, just when Maslow was in a dilemma, Chen Lan turned his head and said, "This is going to bother you."

Maslow then breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Chen Lan, but saw that Chen Lan had already arrived behind him and could not see clearly what she looked on her face.

....

Fortunately, he had seen the drawings and photos of this villa in advance, otherwise he might have lost his way at his "his own" home.

Sitting opposite the huge dining table with a refreshing look, looking at Chen Lan, who was like a lotus on the other side, Chen Lan was also looking at him, and Maslow couldn't help but feel moved.

The housekeeper and the servant were very considerate. Although it was Western food, Maslow didn't do it much.

Extravagant and enjoyable, Maslow secretly thought about Qiu Chaoyong and deepened his impression. However, judging from his generous treatment of his servants, this man is not a stingy person.

After dinner, the housekeeper and the servant said goodbye politely. They would not come back until the first day of the New Year, which means that the night and day belonged to them entirely.

Qiu Chaoyong has no other hobbies, but he loves reading books. Looking at the books in this spacious study, Maslow couldn't help but feel ashamed. Why is he not even as good as a maker in this regard?

At this time, he couldn't help but miss his parents and Lin Shuying. What's different from China is that it was deserted at night, with no sound of firecrackers, no colorful fireworks, and no smell of the New Year.

"Sleep, don't stay up too late."

At some point, Chen Lan changed into a silky lace pajama, revealing her snow-white chest and two slender calves.

Having used to seeing Chen Lan in police uniforms and casual clothes, Maslow felt his cheeks burning and his mouth was dry.

This two-piece set, the clothes on the outside are suspenders underneath, and Chen Lan himself is also flying all over the sky. Why is Ding Yao so bold in dressing style?

She looked at Maslow and pushed him to the elevator.

She didn't know that on a high building several hundred meters outside the villa area, a high-power telescope was looking at here. The person behind the telescope had a rough face. A strange smile suddenly pulled apart from the corner of his mouth, "Wine, wine."

The mountains, rivers, plants and trees of Sudo Moto's family, the rice made from this wine is grown by hand, but only 82 bottles are produced in a year. The food is rare and expensive, so I can't get one bottle.
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