Chapter 189,/.



There was a gentle breeze as Xihe was lying in the dark room with her eyes closed. Like many vampires, after becoming a vampire, she also fell in love with the cool, dim quiet room and did not like being exposed to the scorching sun.

Suddenly, her hand was held by a big palm, and a cold metal object was put into her ring finger.

She opened her eyes and saw Ireland kneeling on one knee in front of the bed. His tall body leaned down slightly, and his soft lips fell on the ring: "Dear Frigga..."

Xihe tilted her head, her gauze dress slipped quietly from her shoulders, and her blood-red eyes were exactly the same as his.

Ireland's breath caught in his throat. He leaned over and kissed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like crow feathers. He whispered, "Marry me, and be my wife."

Xihe suddenly burst out laughing. Even the proposal was so overbearing.

Her laughter was joyful and crisp, and Ailan's ears turned slightly red, but she remained calm and said, "Beautiful lady, I am willing to be your humble servant from now on. Please agree to it."

His eyes were captivating and alluring, as if countless stars were falling, attracting people involuntarily.

Xihe stretched out her toes, and Ailande gently held and kissed them, but his eyes never left her stunning face. Xihe's heart trembled, and she subconsciously pulled her foot back - but it was held tightly.

She coughed lightly and pretended to be calm: "Other people propose in churches, Ailande, why are you in the basement?"

Ireland's fingertips, like playing a piano piece, danced along the delicate skin, slowly moving upwards. His eyes were deep: "Because the devil believes in Satan, not angels..."

His lips lingered on her fingertips, kissing her lightly, his eyes seductively.

"Of course, if you want, it's not impossible."

Xihe's face was burning red. She tried to retreat but was grabbed by the ankle. Ireland leaned forward, pulled the girl into his arms, and sucked her earlobe: "Frigga, my dear master..."

With a loud bang, something exploded in Xihe's mind and he could no longer hear anything.

She was like a small boat floating on the sea, up and down. Whether she opened her eyes or closed them, she could see Ireland's extremely calm yet predatory eyes. Shyness enveloped her, and she wanted to hide, but he forced her eyes open.

She felt unable to bear it, and a feeling of weakness swept over her, but the next second, sweet blood was passed into her mouth.

In a daze, Xihe saw the bright moon outside the window rising and setting.

Ireland's proposal was silent, but the honeymoon lasted a long time. He took her running wildly in the wilderness, wrapped her in a warm cloak in his arms on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and waited until the grapes in the vineyard were ripe before slowly returning.

The old housekeeper cried with joy: "Young Master, you are finally back!"

He grew older, but the children in the manor grew up healthily, the Simon family members had happy smiles on their faces, and everything was thriving.

The production of wine was directed by Ireland himself, followed by several craftsmen and boys from the Simon family.

They were fully focused because Xihe had said that he would train them to be the heirs of the winery.

Their parents were deeply moved. They never expected Frigga to be so generous. They warned their children not to disappoint the lord's expectations.

Xihe was very satisfied with this. A sensible heir always reduces worries.

Ireland has lived for countless years and has superb skills in wine making. Soon, a batch of his wines was loved by many people, and those loyal fans of perfume were even more generous in their support.

They spent huge sums of gold coins just to have the mysterious perfume maker make a few more bottles of perfume.

Xihe was very generous in this regard, willing to let Ireland squeeze out time and work hard for her wealthy life. In response, Mr. Ireland said: "My dear madam, you are very welcome."

Xihe admired the slender jade fingers that had just been painted with Dankou, and his eyes moved: "My servant, you must respect your master."

Ireland raised his eyebrows and said to the servant waiting outside the door, "I'll go again tomorrow." He stepped into the house and closed the door again. The servant stared at the closed door in a daze. Did she just hear the lord call Mr. Ireland "servant"?

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the house, and then it seemed as if it was swallowed, leaving only ambiguous whimpering sounds.

The maid's face flushed and she immediately turned around and went downstairs.

She hurried downstairs, and before the heat on her face had dissipated, she bumped into the old housekeeper. Just as she was about to greet him, the old housekeeper naturally ordered: "No one is allowed to go upstairs these days."

The servants responded in unison: "Yes."

Bart Farm completely abandoned soybeans and started growing grapes and roses.

The entire manor is enveloped in emerald green and fiery red, and the entire mountain and field are covered with a bright red ocean. Passers-by all show expressions of amazement, and Bart Manor has become famous because of this.

Countless admirers came in droves, and the ladies all looked infatuated with Mr. Ireland when they saw him.

This distinguished and elegant gentleman was even more perfect than they had imagined.

Xihe would occasionally stroll around the manor and always meet them lingering in front of the door, unwilling to leave for a long time. Xihe rolled his eyes and went back to come up with a membership system.

Whoever buys more and spends more can personally ask the perfumer to create the scent. This is the only place like this.

For a while, the ladies went crazy and consumed all the things in the manor. Even the unsaleable soybeans were bought by a lady with a title.

The old housekeeper was stunned, and Xihe was holding the cash box and smiling so hard that his teeth were showing.

Ailande was so angry that she pointed at her and said, "You are so bold!" How could this be!

He came in anger and left in anger, waving his sleeves.

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