Full-level boss is not easy to chase

Nine p.m.

The Porsche stopped in front of Ran's villa in the northern suburbs of the capital.

"Sir, madam is back." A fat middle-aged woman opened the door. When she saw Xia Chu who was following Lin Liyun and Ran Ningchang, she was taken aback and then smiled:

"Miss is here."

The atmosphere in the car along the way was a bit weird and quiet. Ran Ningchang and Lin Liyun both took a nap for an hour. After letting Xia Chu get off the car, Ran Ningchang and Lin Liyun looked at each other in unison:
"Sister Li, Cardamom's painting class is about to end. Let's pick up Cardamom. You take Xia Chu to the tidy room. By the way, let her eat something first."

"At the beginning of Xia, I prepared a room similar to Cardamom's for you. You need to get used to it first. We will pick up Cardamom and have dinner together. You should also get to know each other well."

She was brought back by them, and they were afraid that their precious daughter would be wronged, so the two went to pick her up in person, right?

Maybe I have to ask that good girl to take her to get acquainted with the new home and new life.

After all, she felt awkward, and the two of them also felt awkward getting along with her.

Xia Chu didn't speak, carrying her schoolbag, followed Sister Li into the door.

Ran Ningchang and Lin Liyun let out a sigh of relief at the same time. They didn't see that when Xia Chu entered the door, a sarcasm flashed in Mo Yu's eyes.

Ran's villa is antique, which can be seen from the Chinese architectural style on the outside.

The decoration inside is also pure Chinese style.

The living room on the first floor is covered with custom-made carpets with landscape paintings, pure solid wood sofas, and coffee tables, forming a square.

On the other side of the living room, there is a tea cart, and the porcelain on the tea table is a set of tea sets from Ru Kiln.

Everything shows the owner's elegance, refinement and low-key luxury.

Xia Chu just glanced at it and followed Sister Li to the second floor.

There are four rooms on the second floor, and there is also a small living room in the middle.

A room is half open, with a large drawing board on the floor.

On the drawing board, there are unfinished sketches.

Involuntarily, Xia Chu's eyes took another look at the big drawing board.

Sister Li looked at the large drawing board with Xia Chu's eyes, and said proudly: "That is Miss Doukou's special studio, and the paintings on the wall are the paintings that Miss Doukou won a gold medal."

Xia Chu had already retracted her eyes, concealed all curiosity, and followed Sister Li into the packed room.

"Miss Ran."

"My name is Xia Chu."

"Ah...Miss Xia Chu, this is the room furnished by Madam herself. Are you satisfied?"

The room is quite big, with a full [-] square meters. It also has Chinese-style furniture, and there are more dressing tables for girls.

Xia Chu's eyes fell on the exquisite canopy bed, the wooden pattern is antique, and the phoenix of the same color is carved, it is very valuable at first glance.

The quilt is made of high-grade mulberry silk with elegant patterns.

Xia Chu put down the schoolbag behind her back, and Sister Li picked it up immediately: "Miss, this schoolbag is too...too old, it can't be put on the bed, and the silk is delicate, so it won't be good if it gets scratched."

Xia Chu looked at Sister Li coldly, took the schoolbag, and stood on the ground: "I've been wearing this school uniform for two years, so I can't just sit on the bed at will, the silk is so tender that it won't be good if it gets scratched?"

"Miss, no, no, I didn't mean that?"

Xia Chu's eyes fell on the chair in front of the large desk by the floor-to-ceiling windows: "The cushion on the chair looks expensive, so you can't sit on it, the cushion is clean and tidy, and it's bad if it's dirty!"

Sister Li became anxious: "Miss, I don't dislike you, I just remind you kindly, you can do whatever you want."

After Aunt Li finished speaking, she closed the door and left as if fleeing for her life.

Xia Chu locked the door.

The lights in the room are cold and bright, like the desolate heart and clear eyes in the early summer.

Leaning on the large antique desk, Xia Chu opened the schoolbag and took out the things in the schoolbag one by one.

The first thing I took out was a small drawing board with unfinished sketches on it.

The paper is the house in the small town, the place where she has lived for 16 years.

Although it is too late to finish the painting, the finished product is as if it was taken with a photo, almost as real as it is.

There is a small bracket behind the small drawing board, which can only be supported on the desk, which is very different from the big drawing board in the large studio she passed just now.

Xia Chu took out another mobile phone from her schoolbag, and put it on the table with the non-brand mobile phones she carried with her.

One is the latest Apple brand, 512GB, with three rear cameras.

The other is the most popular non-brand mobile phone in the town. It has WeChat and QQ camera functions, calls are loud, and it can also play games.

The last thing out of the bag was a book, which Principal Zhou gave her at school yesterday.

Xia Chu threw the book on the table, thought for a while, opened it casually, took out a piece of paper inside, saw the content clearly, curled the corner of his mouth, and stuffed the paper back into the book at will.

Chu Xia casually picked up the iPhone, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and swiped it open.

A WeChat message popped up: The sooner you leave, the better. A hacker has found the IP address of the Internet cafe in the town.

Xia Chu glanced at the message, and didn't bother to reply, so he turned off the phone and threw it back on the desk.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss Xia Chu, the kitchen has prepared some fruit. You can come down and eat some. When Mr. and Mrs. Cardamom come back, we will have dinner."

Xia Chu glanced at the closed door and ignored it.

"Dangdangdang..."

Sister Li knocked three more times, and shook her head in distaste outside the door: "Miss Xia Chu, there are clothes and shoes that my wife prepared for you in the closet. They are all of the same big brand as Miss Cardamom. If you don't eat, you can eat them first." Take a bath and rest for a while."

Just when Xia Chu thought that Sister Li had left, Sister Li's voice sounded again: "The toilet in the bathroom is a fully automatic touch screen, you don't need to press the switch button."

"There is also a shower room, but don't use it in the left direction. It's a surfing function. If it breaks, it will be troublesome."

Listening to Sister Li's nagging outside the door, the corner of Xia Chu's mouth twitched. She thought she didn't understand anything and bullied her as a newcomer. She didn't believe it. A nanny dared to mock her with a gun like this. Personal instigation?

Ran Doukou was the one that Sister Li saw best.

……

The living room on the first floor of Ran's house.

"Dad, Mom, I understand. Don't worry, I will get along well with Xia Chu." Ran Doukou, wearing a white princess dress, put away the scrolled painting in her hand, and gave it to Ran Ningchang and Lin Liyun as soon as she entered the door. Slippers, put on yourself.

Ran Ning often looked at the well-behaved daughter in front of him kindly: "The education foundation in the small town is not good, and the grades in early Xia are not very good."

"Dad, you still don't believe in your daughter's ability. I will take care of her when I get to school."

"Ning Chang, what are you worried about? Isn't it just paying an extra 100 million in sponsorship fees? The sponsorship fee is enough to qualify for admission if you don't have good grades." Lin Liyun on the side looked relieved, and turned to ask Sister Li:

"What about early summer?"

"Miss Xia Chu didn't come out of the room, she must have taken a shower because she was tired."

"Dad, Mom, take a break. I'll go upstairs and ask Xia Chu to have dinner together."

After Ran Doukou finished speaking, she ran up the stairs.

Cardamom is still sensible: "Duamom, I'll leave it to you."

"Ah."

Ran Ning often breathed a sigh of relief.

Cardamom is so well-behaved and sensible, and she was born in the same year, the same month, and the same day as Xia Chu. People of the same age have common topics, and they will definitely be able to get along well with that awkward biological daughter.

After all, the atmosphere along the way was too embarrassing.