Seeing that Gao Yuanshang was speechless, if she left like this, it would seem a bit rude, so she kindly said, "It's better for Mr. Gao to come into the house first and wait. I will make a cup of tea for you. I will probably come back."

"No need to bother, I'll take a look." Gao Yuanshang's indifferent tone, and even his handsome face was surprisingly plain. He seemed to have not made his arrogant aura for a long time, and he was a little relaxed as he was now. He suddenly liked himself at this moment, and he could be free and careless.

"Please feel free to do it," the little maid nodded and said, "I will leave first."

After the little maid left, Gao Yuanshang returned to his relaxed mood. He looked at the yard leisurely and meaninglessly. He thought about the strange things of the girls. He really had no intention of having a deep relationship with them, so he just wandered around the yard and then walked into the room.

Although Wu Qing'er didn't come back, the temperature in the room was still warm. Gao Yuanshang inexplicably half curled the corners of his mouth. He was very curious. Song Zhai was obviously very wealthy, but why did he appear in the outside world as an ordinary person, and even everything in the mansion was not so noble.

The things about the surface in the mansion seem inconspicuous, but their inner self is comparable to those of aristocratic families. From the servants and their masters, they all have the qualities of respecting them as guests. In addition, some of their indoor cold protection measures, all the internal manifestations show the Song family, focusing on internal cultivation. At least this is worth Gao Yuanshang.

The decorations inside the house are still the preference of my daughter's family, so there is nothing that can attract Gao Yuanshang. Apart from endless comfort, he has no other favors.

Gao Yuanshang was already planning to leave, but suddenly a noise came from the inner room. He distinguished the direction of the sound, which happened to be the house next to the main hall. He knew that the child was not there, so he walked over curiously.

Gao Yuanshang walked to the door and there was no sound inside. He walked in with even more curiosity and saw a small vase located by the window, perhaps carried by the cold wind or not, which caused it to be broken on the ground.

Gao Yuanshang looked into the study and couldn't help but walk into it. It was not too big. It was obvious at a glance. There were only a handful of books on the study. Except for a book that started, it seemed to have been placed for a long time on the desk, but there were no writing supplies in the pen and ink on the desk, so it was obvious that the owner here was not profound in literature.

Although the study room is not big, the overall look is simple and clean. Even if the owner does not love literature, you still keep the study room spotless. Gao Yuanshang suddenly has a little confused. Qing'er's true personality.

Because there is a huge window open on the south side of the study, the light in the study looks very bright. Gao Yuanshang likes this feeling of silence, but if he can have more books, he will like it even more.

Qing'er was not there at all, and Gao Yuanshang was bored with everything about Song's house, so he walked beside the bookshelf, took a casual poem on the bookshelf, opened it, but just turned over two pages casually, maybe it was not good to him, or maybe it was unintentional to read it, so he put the book back in its original position.

"What? At least I've been waiting for you for a long time. Wouldn't you invite me to visit your warm home?" Gao Yuanshang still had an evil smile. Although he was a little too straightforward, he was more curious to know that Qing'er's introduction to her residence was mainly the portrait of the cherished and intact.

Qing'er smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's rare that Brother Yuan Shang is interested, so Qing'er is willing to induce her."

Gao Yuanshang deepened the confusing smile on his face. Before Qing'er had transferred the route, he first inquired curiously in Qing'er's study, as if he had never entered the study. Qing'er actually didn't want to follow in, but she could not defeat the love in her heart, so she followed her into it.

"In such a neat study, I believe Qing'er is also a literary lover." Gao Yuanshang pretended to look around, but he was secretly smiling in his heart.

Qing'er smiled awkwardly. She has always been the worst in her studies because of her greed since childhood. Even when she grew up, she never liked to study. At this time, when Gao Yuan Shang asked this unintentionally, she became embarrassed, but she also covered it up, so she said embarrassedly: "Host is not a hobby, it's just a decoration."

Gao Yuanshang looked at her in surprise. Although Qing'er's answer was expected, Qing'er's honesty made him feel even more cute. At least she dared to admit it, and did not want some people to deceive themselves for their own selfish desires.

"Who loves painting?" Gao Yuanshang glanced at the portrait that made him feel more favorable, and just brought the topic into the portrait, which did not seem to be particularly concerned about the portrait.

Qing'er looked at the lifelike portrait, but her face showed a sadness in her sadness, as if she was longing for the people in the portrait, mixed with endless sorrow.

Seeing Qing'er venting emotions in the portrait in a daze, Gao Yuanshang realized that his question was a bit abrupt, so he said seriously: "Sorry, I'm too abrupt."

Gao Yuanshang nodded and gestured, as if he was apologizing for his inadvertent intentions, but the moment he looked up, he was surprised to find that Qing'er and the woman in the portrait looked so similar, but what he was confused was that he couldn't find any similarities.

Another psychological confusion made Gao Yuanshang raise his brain cells that prefer to detect. He frowned slightly with a dull face, but did not show his inner doubts.

Qing'er relieved her inner sadness, and Gao Yuanshang's sincere apology, she was no longer so deeply trapped in the long-lost sentimentality. After all, those are memories of the past. She was also able to relieve herself properly when she missed her.

Qing'er also said politely: "Brother Yuan Shang, don't say that, I'm too rude."

"I don't know that this painting will bring you such a big touch. It's all because of my curiosity about the portrait, which leads to you. I am willing to make up for my presumption. As long as you speak, I will never lose my words." Gao Yuanshang seemed a little too serious, but it was this move that highlighted his sincerity even more.
Chapter completed!