Fairyland, big problem

The car passed through a corner of Tianma City, away from the urban area again.

Although the Mu family brought the prosperity of the entire urban agglomeration, the Su An family has its own sense of mystery, or because of the consideration of suppressing evil gods, the location of the old house is a long distance from the suburbs of Tianma City.

Most of the famous sects are set up like this, located in the blessed land and caves in the deep mountains and old forests.

The Su An family in the current world is not so mysterious. The buildings in the small forest are directly accessible by privately built roads, and only electric gates are set at the intersections to block outsiders.

"Mr. Wen, we are almost there."

"Well, a little nervous."

This is my first contact with such a large organization.

In Wen Jiuwei's short journey through time, apart from the official organization, the fighting power of the Su'an family is at the top of the pyramid.

I didn't expect to have business dealings with them in just over a month, although it was only a deal of tens of thousands of dollars with the juniors of the Mu family.

The car continued to drive on the mountain road for more than ten minutes, and the front slowly turned a corner, and the building complex appeared from the mountain block.

The vermilion lacquer gate with a width of more than five meters has the spirit of an ancient wealthy courtyard, and the name of the house is vigorously engraved on the plaque.

Naturally, it is impossible for the car to break through the threshold and rush in. Instead, it will take a bypass route and place it in the parking lot with classical eaves.

"Go, Mr. Wen, I'll take you to your room first."

Like Mu Fengshuang, there are not many family members who invite people from outside to help "translate".

In a normal understanding, the understanding of spiritual practice inside the Su'an family must be stronger than that of outsiders, and Mu Fengshuang's search for heresy in psychological analysis is purely luck.

"Miss Fengshuang."

Enter the house through the side door, the front court is by the rockery and the water, and the maid bows and salutes.

"Master, please come over."

"Oh!" Mu Fengshuang thought that he had received his father's contact when he came here, and that he would explain in advance that his grandfather would open an altar to teach his spiritual understanding tomorrow.

"Little secretary, take Mr. Wen to the guest room."

"yes."

The little secretary with a bun face turned around, "Mr. Wen, let's go this way."

According to the layout of the Mu family, the rear of the house is the residence of the internal members, the clan lives in the deepest part, and the residences of the collateral family members are further outside, and the guest rooms are further outside, and the outer layer is arranged for servants and maids.

"here."

The little secretary pushed open a large guest room on the third floor of the passenger compartment.

During the New Year's Eve period, Mu's house doesn't receive many foreign guests. Wen Jiu is an exception. Some rooms are optional. Mu Fengshuang directly arranges a higher standard.

Three rooms and one living room.

Outside the living room, the master room, study room, and entourage room all have antique interior soft furnishings, and the electrical appliances necessary for modern life are perfectly integrated without disturbing the ancient charm.

The little secretary gently pushed the half-rimmed glasses, and said in a cold tone, "Mr. Wen, are you satisfied with staying here for the next three days?"

"no problem."

"You can call me whenever you need, then..."

Halfway through the conversation, the young secretary's elite appearance was shaken. In her sight, Wen Jiu picked up the delicate small porcelain bottle on the drink rack.

There are tea leaves for guests on the drink shelf, as well as medicinal materials such as Luo Han Guo, and white wine in the small porcelain bottle.

Having not had a drink for more than a week, the little secretary shook her head. If she saw a guest drinking at this time, the facial expression management technique would definitely fail.

"That Mr. Wen, I'm leaving first. "

"Little secretary, I don't drink, so I save it for waste."

Shaking the wine bottle, Wen Jiu has a lot of meaning, the little secretary is easier to deal with than Mu Fengshuang, first get closer to her and find out some hidden precautions.

"Mr. Wen... If you don't want to drink, just leave it."

"You love wine, right? Come on, treat it like I drank it to the outside world."

"Really...Really..." The little secretary showed a greedy expression, and quickly cheered up, "No, the old master will give lectures for the next three days."

"Oh, you don't participate,

I just fell asleep with my head covered. "

Mu Fengshuang can bring a close friend to attend the class, and the seat will be taken by Wen Jiu, and the little secretary will be idle.

"Yes... makes sense, you should relax."

"Yes, come, come."

Wen Jiu got worse, pulled off the cap of the wine bottle and sniffed lightly, almost choking on it.

For those who don't drink, there is no "wine fragrance" at all, and it tastes similar to kitchen cooking wine.

In order to get the little secretary hooked, Wen Jiu could only put on a great experience state. After all, this is a high-standard guest room in Mu's house, and the drinks and tea prepared will definitely not be bad.

grunt...

The sound of swallowing saliva resounded in the room, and the little secretary closed the door calmly, staring at Wen Jiu in a daze.

Logically speaking, tricking someone into a room and then closing the door quietly is usually the man's move before plotting to commit crimes.

this…

With a faint blue light in his eyes, the little secretary looked like a wild dog that had been hungry for three days.

"Hey hey, Mr. Wen... Hey hey."

"Woc! You have to restrain yourself!"

"Give...give me."

The scene turned a little scary, Wen Jiu hastily turned up the glass and poured the clear wine into it.

The little secretary was not polite, or she only had eyes for the drink in her glass, and there were no guests anymore.

The posture is like a drug addict, but when he gets the glass, the little secretary is still a bit particular.

The tip of the nose sniffed lightly.

"Wow~ It's the sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed by our Mu family. It's been three years. The superior room is different."

Sigh...

The little secretary took a sharp sip, and the baby fat on Baozi's face squeezed his eyes into slits.

"Puff~~ Cool!"

Shouting, the little secretary suddenly covered her mouth, and looked outside the door like a thief, to make sure that there was no movement before she was relieved.

"Mr. Wen, don't you drink?"

"I've said it all, I don't drink at all."

"It's a pity, then I have it all to myself."

"Um."

Wen Jiu looked at the little secretary who was drinking by himself, this guy's happiness is really pure enough, when she gets a little bit drunk, she can start asking questions.

First ask about the internal situation of the Mu family, whether there is a faction or the like, so as to avoid getting involved in the struggle for power and profit;

I have to ask Mu Fengshuang's father, how is Mu Yi'an's character, and whether he should be careful about certain things when he speaks;

I have to ask the old master...

Boom——

Wen Jiu hadn't sorted out the problem when he saw the little secretary get up suddenly.

The bottle in her hand was drained.

The capacity of the porcelain bottle is about a can of Coke, and because it is light wine, it is actually not much.

"Eh? You..."

"Wen... hiccup~~~, Mr. Wen, if you don't drink, the second bottle will be mine too, ge, okay?"

"Oh, fine."

It may be a sign that good things come in pairs, Mu's family kept two bottles of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the guest room.

The little secretary staggered and picked up the second can. This time there was not so much politeness, and he started to ton ton on the mouth of the bottle.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?"

Staggering and barely standing still, the little secretary looked completely drunk.

The development of the matter was beyond Wen Jiu's expectation.

Logically speaking, the drinks placed in the guest room would not be too bad, nor would they be too vigorous. The little secretary is a good drinker, so he should be fine...

However, she has already started to piss!

"Wow! Miss Mu is really good! She treats me very well and controls me too strictly. She hasn't given me alcohol for so long, so dig~~~~"

"Hush! Shh! Whisper."

"What are you afraid of, don't be afraid, just treat it as your own home, wow ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Wen Jiu was at a loss as he looked at the little secretary who was lying on the sofa.

What is it called?

People are addicted to food...