Ghost doctor Mommy is good V5

Subconsciously pulling Feng Yiran's sleeve, Xiao Ziqing whispered, "Husband, it feels like the wind is blowing here..."

It wasn't that she was alarmist, but that with the door wide open, the ventilation was really good, and the inside of the castle was very shady, so naturally there was an illusion of gusts of wind.

However, the lighting in the entire castle is sufficient. In addition to various large and luxurious crystal chandeliers, there are also smokeless candles, which are both atmospheric and bright enough.

Feng Yiran held Xiao Ziqing's hand tightly, leaned into her ear and said, "Don't be afraid, your husband is tough, I'm afraid of anything unclean."

After giving him an annoyed look, Xiao Ziqing said disdainfully, "You are the ghost who can take care of China. Once you get here, you will be the land of vampires. Do you think you can kill all of them?"

The two thought they were whispering, but they didn't know that the volume of their speech was enough for everyone present to hear, not to mention that the castle was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling.

"I said, before you two speak ill of others, can you consider the feelings of the audience? Our house is very clean and there are no such messy things!" Sang Haoyang rolled his eyes in anger.

Please!

Have you watched too many medieval movies?Thought there would be vampires in an old castle?Doesn't their house have to hang a lot of things? ?

Strangers rarely come to the Cairns family. The surrounding environment of their old castle is like a large maze, and ordinary people can't get in at all.

Looking from the outside of the manor, you can't see what it looks like inside, at most you can see the castle.

But in Europe, ancient castles are nothing new. There are many roadsides in many places. The only difference is the size and area.

With a big person like Feng Yiran here, and a distinguished guest invited by Sang Haoyang, the family banquet will certainly not be bad.

The table, which was more than ten meters long, was filled with almost all kinds of food, including fruits and desserts.

Although Xiao Ziqing considers herself to be an out-and-out foodie, with such a situation, even if she only tastes a small bite of each dish, and only tastes half of the dishes, she will be overwhelmed.

The Cairns family is indeed a big family. In addition to having an outrageously large castle, the number of servants equipped in it is quite amazing.

Don't think that this table is very long, so it will be inconvenient to eat, because there will be servants standing on both sides of the table to serve the guests.

These servants are well-trained, and they are very good at observing words and expressions. As long as they see a customer pick up a certain dish more than twice, they will subconsciously pick up more for the guest, and there is no need for the guest to ask.

Although the old man looks dignified, he is easy to get along with and has no airs at all.

Perhaps because there are members of Chinese descent in the family, the dishes in the castle also have a lot of Chinese food, so there is no need to worry about getting used to it.

It is said that several of their chefs can cook food from all over the world, which can meet the needs of different tastes.

When they went to the guest room, Xiao Ziqing was so amazed that she was speechless, her eyes happily surveyed the layout inside, the ceiling that was no less than one meter high just enlarged the sense of space.

"Husband, the castles in our family are all weak! Go back and renovate, okay?" Thinking of their castles in England and Scotland, Mrs. Feng couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

She didn't intend to compare with others, nor did she want to show off her wealth. She just compared it from the perspective of architectural style and interior decoration. The old castle of the Cairns family is really beautiful!
Feng Yiran bent his fingers and scratched Xiao Ziqing's nose, pretending to be angry: "Why, are you disliking your husband's taste?"

The styles are different, and their castles are not bad. Moreover, those castles are all related, and the value of any of them is not cheap. It was photographed by Young Master Feng many years ago, and the current price is even higher. many times.

Those castles are all cultural relics, and every brick and tile has historical value, so of course they cannot be moved casually.

But since his wife opened his mouth, Feng Yiran naturally expressed his opinion: "If you like this style, we can buy two more, and choose the style you like."

Hearing his domineering tone, buying an ancient castle is like going to the market to buy two handfuls of vegetables, and he doesn't care about the money at all.

Xiao Ziqing hugged the man's strong waist happily, "Really?? That's great! After finishing business this time, let's take a look at the castle by the way!"

"Okay, it's all up to you." Young Master Feng replied dotingly.

If Lan Jingyu and his wife heard such a conversation, they would definitely strongly condemn the couple for their extravagance. It's so disgusting!Think about how many people in this world can't get enough to eat every day, but they are addicted to buying castles like buying gold chains...

After putting away their luggage and taking a brief rest, they went to the study downstairs to communicate with the parents of the Cairns family.

The domineering study room once again opened Xiao Ziqing's horizons. The tall bookshelves housed different kinds of books covering a wide range of subjects.

Even Feng Yiran, who is so knowledgeable, can't help but feel inferior after reading it. His book collection is at most two-thirds of the standard in this castle.

"Are you satisfied with the guest room? If there is anything missing, just ask the servant to prepare it, just treat it as your own home, don't see outsiders." Sang Haoyang's mother smiled kindly.

Sang Haoyang's appearance is mostly inherited from his mother, so people often use words like "beautiful" to describe him.

After Xiao Ziqing chatted politely with this friendly woman for a while, everyone shut their mouths tactfully, waiting for the old man to speak.

They are all a family, and everyone knows Sang Haoyang's temperament to some extent, especially the parents who gave birth to him and raised him.

Since this kid came back from studying on a deserted island, he was like a bird released from a cage, wishing he could fly high and never return.

Even on such a grand festival as Christmas, Sang Haoyang found all kinds of excuses not to come back.

It's not that he has no family ties and doesn't care about family members, but that he really doesn't want to face those hypocritical relatives, who are like wearing masks to be human.

Who knows what kind of heart is hidden behind those smiling faces? ?
The old man crossed his legs and calmly looked at his grandson sitting opposite him, "Tell me, what is the purpose of coming back this time? I hope it won't be too difficult."

From the moment Wen Ya stepped into the castle, she already knew Sang Haoyang's true identity. She was shocked, but at the same time at a loss.

I used to misunderstand that Sang Haoyang was a fugitive, a gangster, a ruffian, and he was even a guy with such a cheap mouth that people and gods were angry.

But in a blink of an eye, he was actually the only heir to the most prominent nobleman in Europe!

Back in Europe, Sang Haoyang entered another state. He is serious and indifferent, which is quite different from his usual image.

Maybe it's because of the disparity in their identities, Wen Ya actually felt very unnatural, and didn't know what attitude to use to face Sang Haoyang.

When facing such a respectable big man like the old man, Wen Ya didn't even know how to put her hands, she was very restrained.

Don't look at Sang Haoyang's playful smile all day long, but his thoughts are very delicate.

Sitting next to each other, how could he not notice Wen Ya's emotional changes?From the time of eating just now, this little wild cat has been very wrong.

Not only was he polite and polite to him, but he even spoke as if he had thought about it, without the snarling and self-willedness of the past, but a little more alienated.

This made Sang Ho Young very uncomfortable.

Angrily, he pulled Wen Ya's hand over, held it firmly, and then answered the old man's words: "My predictive ability has disappeared, and I haven't recovered yet, so I was injured in Southeast Asia a while ago."

Upon hearing this, Sang Haoyang's mother was not calm. She stood up from the sofa in fright, "Are you injured?? When did it happen? Why didn't you tell the family? Now How is it? Are the injuries all healed?"

A mother is like this, no matter how old the child is, she will still worry about him (her), and worry about the mother who travels thousands of miles.

Seeing that his mother was so anxious that her eyes were red, Sang Haoyang quickly comforted him: "Mum, I'm fine, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand in front of you so vigorously, your son."

The old lady was still worried, and insisted that he pull up the clothes and check them again. Xiao Ziqing reassured her again, and then she stopped.

The old man was silent for a while, "Did anything special happen before and after your predictive ability disappeared? You think it is relatively unusual."

Sang Haoyang's face became a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Wen Ya felt a certain ambiguous gaze lingering on her body, she raised her head reflexively, and met Sang Haoyang's slightly burning eyes, she asked nah-na: "You, what are you looking at me for? "

What is the meaning of this bastard? ?I don't know if he is so easy to be misunderstood now? ?
The man raised the corners of his lips evilly, pulled Wenya's hand, pressed it against his chest, and said affectionately: "I was fascinated by this woman, and tragically found that my abilities disappeared."

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on him, both ambiguous and connotative, even an adult could know what happened between the two of them.

"Cough cough", the old man coughed, pretending to be serious: "In my impression, there seems to be one such thing recorded in the family history, but it was nearly 100 years ago."

Xiao Ziqing exclaimed in surprise: "No way??"

The only experience that can be traced back is in such a long time, what reference value can it have?

When she looked at Sang Haoyang again, Mrs. Feng's eyes were a little gloating, "It happens to you that happens once in 100 years, you are really 'lucky'!"