Chapter 164: Locke Manor (2)

"This master bedroom can accommodate three people in normal daily life. How do you arrange for Miss Chu Yihan?"

"Well, I think I live here with An'er and Yaru. First, there is a caregiver, and secondly, they are not lonely. What do you think about An'er and Yaru?"

Chu Yihan himself is a martial arts genius. Although he is just eighteen years old, he is already a sixth-level martial artist. Except for the bodyguard leader Chen An'er brought, no one else is really her opponent.

Of course, Han Yu Xiaotian didn't count her. In fact, until now, Chu Yihan hadn't figured out how powerful this Han Yu Xiaotian was.

What she said at the Tiansheng Martial Arts Museum today is true. Her grandfather Chu Tianshu really appreciates outstanding young people. Even over the years, many talented young people have entered the highest martial arts palace in the Huaxia District of the earth through the recommendation of her grandfather. Guxia Academy!

Even she herself is about to enter the entrance exam when Guxia Academy is officially enrolled in three months.

When Chen An'er's affairs are over, she intends to introduce Hanyu Xiaotian to her grandfather. With her grandfather's fiery eyes, Han Yu Xiaotian's sluggishness, isn't it accurate?

So at this time, she was not in a hurry to figure out the details of Han Yu Xiaotian.

"Okay, I haven't seen you for many years. Let's have a good chat this time." Chen An'er and Wang Yaru both agreed.

"That's it, butler Leo, please arrange Hanyu Xiaotian in a better bedroom. He is also my guest. Just watch the arrangements for the rest of the people."

"Okay, Miss Yihan, you have to rest first, and I will arrange for others first. When you need it, there is a photo-brain system in the bedroom. You can call me as long as you touch it."

After Chu Yihan, Chen An'er, and Wang Yaru entered the bedroom, butler Leo led Han Yu Xiaotian to the other master bedroom on the opposite side of the corridor: "This guest, you live in this room, something. You can call me anytime."

"Okay! Please arrange the person with me next door, we can take care of them at any time." After saying hello, Han Yu Xiaotian and Leng Yu led Xiao Hei in.

When Han Yu Xiaotian walked into his bedroom, he saw that the master bedroom was in a typical minimalist style, with the floor entirely made of European ceramic tiles. The furniture and decorations are mainly in blue and white tones, and the antique bedside tables are old and faded. Cabinets like this are everywhere in the house. The design of the bathroom also continues the simplicity of the master bedroom, with a set of antique ducks, antique clay pots and cow ornaments on the porch table.

There is also a studio in the room, with classic flower arrangements on the leather sofa and coffee table. The simple and very particular layout seems to be a kind of Feng Shui.

The front yard is planted with linden trees, palms line up, and the tranquil small lake has a panoramic view. The backyard is planted with clusters of large plants and has a swimming pool equipped with a jacuzzi.

"Is the uncle so artistic? Why haven't I found it before?"

Han Yu Xiaotian was secretly surprised.

But Han Yu Xiaotian didn't pay much attention to these, as long as he lived comfortably, he didn't care about expensive, elegant, antique styles.

Greeting Xiao Hei to his side, Han Yu Xiaotian lay on the big bed.

"So comfortable!"

He stroked Xiao Hei's soft and shiny fur while tidying up his thoughts. It has been more than half a month since I entered the secular world, and Han Yu laughed and wondered about this journey.

Not to mention the colorful world that dazzled him, and the people and things he experienced personally made him feel unrealistic.

Although Hanyu Xiaotian is a newcomer to the world, his mind and wisdom are by no means simple.

The common people’s yearning for martial arts, the self-righteousness of Tiansheng Wuguan, the exquisiteness of Chu Yihan of the official family, the natural elegance of singer Chen An’er, Wang Yaru’s protection of Chen An’er and his love for the poor and rich, the old butler of Locke Manor seemed like a machine. The classification of the people...