The president of a wealthy family imprisoned the wild bride

After driving for two hours, Gu Meng got off the highway and changed to the national highway according to the navigation instructions.

The two SUVs were separated by less than 50 meters one after the other, and began to climb the mountain along the winding and rugged road.

It is not an exaggeration to describe this mountain road as "nine bends and eighteen bends"!

Not to mention steep slopes and sharp turns, landslides will be encountered from time to time along the road, and large and small falling rocks just lie in the middle of the road.

On the right side is a cliff, and the guardrail is pitifully short, probably only serving as a psychological protection, and there is no hope that anything will happen.

But even in such bad road conditions, Gu Meng drove very easily. She used the steering wheel with one hand the whole time, but unlike Lu Zijian, she used to use her right hand.

Lu Zijian seemed very relieved of Gu Meng's driving skills, sipping green tea carefully with a thermos in his hand.

After climbing over two mountains in a row, the car entered the village along the river.

The original ancient wooden houses kept rushing towards the back of the car window. Gu Meng slowed down the car, looked curiously at the high and low residential houses along the way, and asked, "Brother Lu, is this a place where ethnic minorities live?"

"Yes, it's the Miao nationality." Lu Zijian pointed to a small fork in front of him, "Turn in from here, let's go to the market to buy vegetables first."

What ?!

Gu Meng thought that he had auditory hallucinations, how could it be possible for Lu Zijian to say the words "buy vegetables" from Lu Zijian's mouth? !

She turned her head in shock, only to see Lu Zijian press the car window. He looked at the endless rice fields in front of him, took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, looking very relaxed.

As soon as Gu Meng pulled over and parked the car, Lu Zijian took out a white baseball cap from the co-pilot's storage box.

He put the hat on Gu Meng's head with his backhand, and even carefully pressed a few strands of hair from her cheeks behind her ears.

As soon as Gu Meng got out of the car, he heard Gu Rufeng stepping forward and asking, "Brother Lu, do we want to make dinner by ourselves?"

"Well," Lu Zijian nodded, and took out a big canvas bag from the trunk, "How about having a barbecue at night?"

"Okay!" Gu Rufeng grinned, and then showed worry again, "Stinky girl can't cook..."

He glanced at Rose: "Lin Mei, will you?"

"NONONO, neither will I!" Rose's head almost turned into a rattle.

Lu Zijian walked towards the market with long legs: "It's okay, I will."

Gu Meng looked at Lu Zijian's back in disbelief, she was as shocked as Gu Rufeng to the point of being speechless.

It was Rose who took the lead to follow up, and started the little fan girl's fancy flattery: "Mr. Lu, you are really good, you can cook..."

Most of the vegetable sellers in the market are middle-aged women. They wear traditional national costumes and a thick silver collar around their necks. Their long hair is braided and coiled on their heads, with a gorgeous flower inserted.

A piece of navy blue cloth is spread on the ground to form a stall, selling local products but very fresh.

Lu Zijian bought the same vegetable at each stall, and his big canvas bag was already stuffed to the brim after a street walk.

During the period, Gu Rufeng wanted to help out several times, but he flatly refused.

Gu Meng followed behind, looked left and right, and finally bought only two catties of seasonal figs.

After buying vegetables, the group continued to drive into the mountains.

The dirt road up the mountain was uneven, and Gu Meng didn't dare to slam the accelerator, for fear that he would accidentally hang the chassis of Lu Zijian's luxury car.

Gu Meng sighed sincerely: "Brother Lu, next time you come to such a place deep in the mountains and old forests, remember to change your car. This road is really useless."

As soon as the words fell, the tires ran over the raised stones, and the car bumped violently, which made Gu Meng's heart ache.

Lu Zijian rested his elbows on the car door, propped his head on his right hand, looked at Gu Meng with great interest, and said only one word: "Okay."

Gu Meng cherished the slow speed of the car, and it took her 45 minutes to drive the car that originally only took half an hour.

As soon as Gu Rufeng stopped the car, he rushed over and complained: "Stinky girl, what's the matter with you? You're just leading the way ahead, where did your desperate drive on the motorcycle go?"

Lu Zijian was not surprised to hear Gu Rufeng say that, he went straight to the trunk and took down the big bag of vegetables.

Gu Meng glanced at Lu Zijian nervously, secretly wondering: Could it be that Lu Zijian knew that he had raced in an underground racetrack?

Rose got out of the car and sighed: "Wow, what a tree house!"

Gu Meng turned her head and saw an exquisite and compact tree house built on a tall oak tree.

The oak tree has a majestic trunk, a huge crown, deep roots and luxuriant leaves, like a huge open umbrella, shielding the tree house from the scorching sun.

The tree house has two floors, and the terrace on the ground floor is sealed with floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Gu Meng saw tools for outdoor barbecues placed inside.

The spiral wooden staircase spirals up along the tree trunk. The second floor is the layout of the suite, with a living room, bedroom, and bathroom.

A beam of light pours down from the roof, projecting impartially on the round wooden coffee table.

Rose looked at the transparent glass circle on the roof and asked, "Mr. Lu, can we see stars here at night?"

"Yes." Lu Zijian picked up the tea set on the coffee table, "I'll make you a pot of tea."

Gu Rufeng hurriedly stopped him: "Brother Lu, don't bother, we all drink ice water."

"That's fine," Lu Zijian pointed to the small refrigerator in the corner of the living room, "Get what you want to drink yourself."

"Okay!" Gu Rufeng ran over and opened the refrigerator door, and asked, "Smelly girl, do you drink iced Coke or Sprite?"

Uh......

Gu Meng glanced at the thermos cup that Lu Zijian had just put on the tea table, and replied heartily: "No, I'll drink tea."

Gu Rufeng frowned when he heard this, and looked back at her wonderingly.

Gu Meng looked away and asked Rose: "Mei, what do you want to drink?"

"Ice Coke, thank you." Rose said to Gu Rufeng with a smile.

Gu Meng sat on the sofa and watched the two people opposite him open the can, and then heard a crisp sound of "Bo", and the cold and breathy Coke was gurgled down his throat.

Gu Meng silently unscrewed the lid of the cup and took a sip of hot tea while the two sighed in satisfaction.

A long sigh in my heart: I, Gu Meng, was so young to drink hot tea with a thermos in my arms on a hot day!What is it all about!

She decided not to talk nonsense to Lu Zijian again. This man has a really good memory, and lying in front of him is like digging a hole for herself.

After a short rest, several people started to work.

Although Gu Meng, Gu Rufeng, and Rose couldn't cook, they were good helpers under Lu Zijian's calm command.

They moved the barbecue grill into the woods, where an open-air circular booth was built, and several people lit a bonfire in the middle, chatting while eating.

The twilight slowly sinks, and the scenery is far away.

The setting sun in the distance is completely hidden in the hills, and there is an occasional breeze in the silent forest, blowing the leaves and rustling.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, people's hearts will slowly settle down, and Gu Meng finally gets rid of the depression in his heart in this rare comfort.