On this day, You Mingxu was in a good mood and felt a sense of pleasure after being completely released. She thought: This is actually an interesting thing. Is it because I am filled with evil genes in my body, so I love to punish evil; or is it because I often punish evil that makes me a little evil and willful?

Luo Yu is a smart man and never comes to find fault from beginning to end.

When it was time to get off work, You Mingxu's cell phone rang on time. Now every time you receive a call from Yin Feng, You Mingxu will pause for a moment.

"Hello?"

"Are you off work?"

"Yeah, it's almost done."

"I sent a car to pick you up at the door." Yin Feng said, "I'll wait for you at my house. Ah, it's very fun here. Come quickly, I'll show you a lot of things."

After hanging up the phone, You Mingxu couldn't help but smile. He sat quietly for a while, picked up his bag and got off work.

A Bentley was parked at the door of the police station. Even if it was quiet, it attracted a lot of attention. You Mingxu frowned and got in the car quickly, thinking that this guy was really extravagant and ostentatious before.

I said yesterday that Chen Feng would take him back to his home today, be familiar with some signing procedures, and practice the piano. You Mingxu agreed to go over and take a look.

The driver in the front seat was a tall and solid fat man, wearing a black driver's uniform, and was serious and didn't say a word throughout the journey. He was like Yu Mingxu alone in the car. But when someone snatched him on the road, he just gave them a second. The driver kicked the accelerator and chased him silently. He was very angry.

You Mingxu looked up and said, "Slow down, safety is the first priority."

Then I saw the driver clutching the steering wheel with both hands, and the speed slowly dropped.

You Mingxu heard Chen Feng say before and he also watched it online. Yin Feng had long been a company and had a considerable business empire. Everyone around him has been with him for many years. You Mingxu suddenly became a little curious. He could keep such an impulsive, irritable, dull and stiff driver by his side to be responsible for his driving safety. Yin Feng was a little interesting.

After driving for more than half an hour, I almost arrived in the suburbs. I saw the surrounding mountains and forests and green trees. I turned into a path that was repaired in a regular and quiet manner, and gradually drove into a garden. It turned out that this was a low-key and huge villa area. The walls of each household were very high, and they could not see it inside, and they occupied a wide area.

When you reach the deepest point, you can see two palace-style doors open from a distance, and a white marble driveway leads into it.

You Mingxu only had to take a look at this and thought: Yin Feng and her are really not from the same world.

Another idea flashed through: Why wasn’t he a poor little writer before? Or wasn’t he good to have no cultural and commercial empire to be a writer peacefully?

The driver parked the car in the garage not far from the door, opened the car door for her, made a gesture, and signaled her to walk in by herself. You Mingxu smiled at him: "Thank you."

The driver's thick-skinned face squeezed out a smile. You Mingxu had seen too many people and felt that although he was smiling stiffly and not good at speaking, he smiled quite sincerely.

Yin Feng from the past also knew this.

A white path crosses the garden in the yard. At this time, the sunset was setting, and the whole yard was bathed in a soft light. A gardener was standing among the flowers to build. He was wearing a dark blue work clothes, bib gloves and a sun hat, and holding a handful of huge scissors in his hand. He noticed the sound of footsteps, and looked up and looked at Youmingxu.

He is a man in his early forties, with a thin face, a little tired, and a very elegant and elegant appearance.

You Mingxu nodded to him.

He lowered his head and continued to prune the branches.

You Mingxu didn't care, and continued to walk forward and looked around habitually. She suddenly found that the vast garden, or flower fields, looked weird. In my impression, these flower fields should be neatly trimmed, regular, or even symmetrical. However, the colors of the entire flower field in front of me were dark in the east and light in the west. Yellow, dark blue, light blue, and dark purple flowers and plants were distributed irregularly.

She stopped and looked at it for a while, and finally felt a little sensation: it was like a painting. If the earth was oily paper, the balls and pieces of flowers and plants were the colors of the painter's writing. Not to mention, the sense of art was really strong.

You Mingxu looked at the silent gardener's back again, thinking that he was really not good at appearance. Or is this gardener also followed the owner of the house, and he was a little arrogant and talented artist.

After passing through the flower fields, I arrived at the four-story mansion. You Mingxu could only see that the house was designed with a very artistic sense, with white all over the body, round lines, and asymmetrical heights and lower heights, but unexpectedly it was integrated, very much like a museum.

There were many fruit trees planted around the house, and a few of them were already full of fruits, which were very attractive. There was also a fish pond on the side, with flowers, plants, trees and stones around it staggered. An old man with gray hair was squatting beside the fish pond, cleaning up some tools. He wore a straw hat, a vest and shorts, raised his head, and saw You Mingxu, he immediately stood up, and a humble smile appeared on his dark face.

You Mingxu was slightly stunned.

Police are very familiar with a certain type of person. Their standing posture and subconscious limbs are tight, and even if they leave the prison for many years, they cannot be completely erased. The old man in his early fifties in front of him has a similar temperament.

You Mingxu looked at him, and he seemed to feel something. He lowered his head and his neck was stretched straight. You Mingxu walked into the house without hesitation, thinking: I don’t know if Yin Feng used to be, do you know if he was a released person after prison. Then he felt relieved: I must have known that Chen Feng, the fox. This is not a bad thing.

When you walked to the lobby on the first floor, You Mingxu was surprised. Because there was a sign in the middle of the living room: "Yin Feng Studio". Looking up, there were seven or eight rooms on the first floor, with signs hanging at the door: "Artist", "Planning", "Editor", "Commercial Promotion"... In other words, Yin Feng, who used to move the studio to his home? But at this moment, the doors of most rooms are closed or open, and there is no one inside.

"Hello, are you here to visit Teacher Yin too?" a voice asked behind her.

You Mingxu turned around and saw a tall and thin young man wearing a pair of thin black-framed glasses with beautiful eyebrows. His eyes were very bright and clean, so you would notice it at a glance.

The young man was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He carved a painting board and was holding a big basket of fruit in his hand. He looked at You Mingxu curiously.

You Mingxu: "Yes."
Chapter completed!