The security guard came to the driver's side and lowered his body to look at the young man in the car:
"Hello sir, are you looking for someone?"
Before Luo Wenyuan could speak, Qingshan answered first:
"No need to look for anyone, let's go home. I'm the owner of Villa No. 8, and I forgot my door card. Can you please open the door for me, little brother?"
When the security guard saw the person sitting in the passenger seat, his expression changed immediately:
"Ms. Chen? You're back? Okay, okay, wait a minute. I'll open the door for you!"
The young security guard waved vigorously towards the guard booth, signaling the people inside to lift the door bar and let them in.
"Miss Chen, take care!"
The young security guard had a smile on his face and even gave a non-standard military salute. He only put his hand down after the G-Class had driven away and was out of sight.
Another patrolling security guard came over and asked him curiously, "Brother Gang, who is that girl?"
Gangzi's face was full of pride as he introduced her to the young security guard who had come later: "Shunzi, you came late and haven't seen her. She's the daughter of the family in Villa No. 8. She's very capable! Be more attentive to her in the future. It will benefit you!"
After Shunzi heard this, his face showed an indescribable mockery and disdain:
"Brother Gang, I heard that family is just an ordinary family. Because their daughter is kept by a rich man, so... uh uh..."
Gangzi covered the young security guard's mouth with his hand, looked around to see if there was anyone around, then glared at him fiercely and let go of his hand:
"Don't talk nonsense! You can't discuss the owner's private affairs. If the manager hears about it, you'll be fired!"
Shunzi had never heard Gangzi speak in such a serious tone, and he couldn't help but feel a little stunned. He nodded with a wooden face and went back to patrol.
Luo Wenyuan was driving the car. He saw the young security guard's attentive behavior in the rearview mirror. He snorted coldly and asked Qingshan in a sour tone:
“How many people are there in your neighborhood?”
"There are sixty-eight villas in the complex, and with the staff, there are probably around two thousand people. Why are you asking this?"
"In a community with over 2,000 people, any security guard knows you are Miss Chen. It seems Miss Chen is very well-known!"
Qingshan rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "Okay, you're so jealous that you're going to die of jealousy!"
"His job is to know the basic information of all the owners. Shouldn't he know that my last name is Chen?"
"How come after working as a security guard in my neighborhood for seven or eight years, he still doesn't know my last name?"
Qingshan was confused and reached out to touch Luo Wenyuan's forehead:
"Your security guard? Are you talking about Uncle Wang? How could he not know your last name is Luo? You don't have a fever, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Luo Wenyuan was also a little embarrassed:
"I'm not talking about Grandpa's courtyard house. I have my own house in the Second Ring Road. I'll give you the key later. Remember to introduce you to the property management staff as Mrs. Luo, so they don't call me 'Mr. Ma' every time I go back!"
Luo Wenyuan has his own house in a high-end residential area within the Second Ring Road, but Luo Wenyuan rarely lives there. The number of times he has been back in the past seven or eight years can be counted on one hand. No wonder the security guard didn't recognize him.
"Wenyuan, houses within the Second Ring Road will sell for over 100,000 yuan per square meter in 20 years. You're going to make a killing!"
Luo Wenyuan looked at Qingshan's eyes sparkling, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, muttering in his heart:
We have made a lot of money, okay? We will write your name on it when we get back. If we can’t get a marriage certificate, we can get a house title first!
The two of them exchanged a few words and arrived at the door of Villa No. 8. As soon as the G-Class parked, the door of the villa opened.
Chen Jianguo and Zhang Meiling hadn't seen their daughter for so long and had missed her very much. When they heard that their daughter was coming back today, they were sitting in the living room with their hearts already racing. They pricked up their ears to listen to any noise outside, so as soon as the G-Class was turned off, they came out to greet her.
"Xiaoshan! Oh, my dear daughter, you miss me so much!"
As soon as Qingshan got out of the car, he was hugged by Zhang Meiling. After all, Chen Jianguo was a father and was more stable than his wife. He noticed that the black jeep had a military license plate from the capital, and the young man driving the car was very heroic and handsome. Who was this man?
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