Noble Villa [Whistling]

Mrs. Linton had already seen through the tricks of the two of them. She snorted coldly in disdain, turned her head away arrogantly, and continued to think about what to do with it.Every year, Christmas is a kind of silent assessment for housewives, and there is no telling when an important guest will come.What's more, Wuthering Heights not far away this year has a new wife, no matter what, I can't let those young girls compare myself.thought Mrs Linton.

In fact, she really doesn't need to be so nervous at all. If she has even a little contact with the new lady, she will know that her current entanglement is really an overreaction.

"Actually, I think this one is very good." Ala, who had been silent at the side just now, stood up and took out a beautiful little thing.Transparent, exuding a soft pink, like a crystal.Indescribable shape, irregular figure, but very comfortable to look at.

Even Mrs. Linton, who is as arrogant and glamorous as Mrs. Linton, can't restrain the love that is about to burst out of her eyes when she encounters this pink luminous object that is very beautiful at first glance.She took it right away, it was cold to the touch, but not cold, it was a perfect decoration.There was no doubt that Mrs. Linton had it installed at once.

Probably because a major matter on her mind was resolved in this way, Mrs. Linton was in a good mood, and the more she looked at Ala, the more pleasing she was to her eyes, and by the way, she felt more comfortable with Edgar than before.

Although Edgar and Mr. Linton have always stood on one side, they are always concerned about the movements on Mrs. Linton's side.After seeing this scene, Edgar smiled helplessly, and quietly complained to his father: "When I was young, seeing how you and your mother treated me and Isabella, I almost thought I was adopted. Back. Now, seeing your attitude towards me and Allah, I am sure that I was adopted."

Mr. Linton looked up, turned his head to look at his son beside him, and sighed.

"Is it not good for you to express your dissatisfaction with me so clearly?" Edgar said.

Mr. Linton shook his head and said with a smile, "You must be lonely at school."

"It's not bad, what's the matter?" Edgar asked a little confused.

"Your friend is very likable."

"Ah."

"With such outstanding people, even if you are not bad, you will be squeezed out."

"what?"

"I studied economics back then. Although it was useless, it was very interesting. I didn't know much about theology, but it was obviously not a very practical course." Mr. Linton looked at Edgar and said.

"You're accusing me of going to seminary on my own terms."

"No, for you, that is indeed a good choice." Mr. Linton said.

"Dad, you're really a little weird today. I don't understand what you want to say." Edgar touched his head and said, "Can you change it to a simpler way, you know I'm not as smart as you."

"In short, look at this, your grandfather's favorite pipe. Not bad," said Mr. Linton, pulling out a black wooden pipe.

Edgar took it and took a closer look. There were clear family medals and grandfather's name on it.Asking directions is smooth and the wood is nice.

"It's a very good thing, but it's not the best," Edgar said.

"That's right, that was what he liked in the early days, and this is his favorite in the later period." Mr. Linton took out a small key and opened the cabinet underneath.

Edgar's eyes widened in surprise. He always thought that he had seen all the collections at home, but he didn't expect there to be better ones.But he never saw his father when he died in the previous life.So where did all these valuable things go?Whether it was stolen or sold, I don't know how.

"Why haven't I seen it before?" Edgar asked after thinking about it.