Chapter 815 White Rose

The car drove into a spacious road, with straight and tall birch forests on both sides, and the sparkling lake behind the trees shone in the sun.

And there is an island in the center of the lake, and white buildings with staggered heights can be seen faintly among the verdant trees. There is the presidential residence that politicians flock to.

The island is oval in shape and connected to the outside world by only one bridge. Both ends of the bridge are heavily guarded. Every car entering will be recorded by electronic eyes. There are boats patrolling the lake 24 hours a day, which can be described as heavily guarded.

After passing the bridge, you can see the majestic and majestic building complex, which consists of three parts: the main building and the east and west wings.

Chen Cailing was probably afraid that Mu Zi would be nervous, so she said softly, "Actually, I just moved here for two months, and I got used to it after staying a few more days."

The place where they lived was the presidential palace of Grandpa Situ Yan's generation.

At that time, the Huaya Empire was still in war, and it took time to build the presidential palace, so people of that generation rebuilt an old house left over from the previous dynasty and used it as the presidential palace. Later, the new presidential palace was completed, and Situ Yan’s grandfather So he bought the old house and became the private house of Situ's family.

The two got out of the car, and Chen Cailing introduced to Mu Zi: "The east is the office area, and the west is the security and defense area. The main building has a banquet hall and reception room. Our living area is mainly on the second floor. Do you like roses? There is a rose in the back The garden is beautiful."

There was a rippling in Mu Zi's eyes, and she said softly: "I like white roses very much."

Chen Cailing didn't notice anything unusual, walked ahead and said with a smile, "Then you can choose the bedroom on the east side of the second floor, where you can see the panoramic view of the rose garden."

The two walked into the front hall on the first floor, where several people were talking. Chen Cailing introduced them as the administrative secretary and presidential adviser of the presidential palace.

After a brief greeting, Chen Cailing led Mu Zi upstairs.

The interior decoration of the presidential palace is not magnificent, perhaps because of the special status of the president, the style of the whole building tends to be solemn and serious, simple and grand, and avoid excessive extravagance.

Chen Cailing took Muzi to the bedroom at the far end on the east side. It was spacious and bright. The room was connected to a half-moon-shaped balcony, separated by French doors in the middle, through which you could see the scenery of the garden.

"Furniture and wallpaper can be changed. You can rearrange it according to your own preferences, whichever style you like." Chen Cailing opened the glass door, allowing fresh air to flow in, with a slight chill.

She turned her head to look at Mu Zi, and asked tentatively, "If you don't like it, I'll take you to another room?"

"No, it's very good here." Mu Zi's voice was flat, and it was impossible to tell whether she really liked it or was just putting it off.

Maybe a smile can show a little kindness, but she really can't laugh.

Chen Cailing felt that Mu Zi might be a little cautious in the new environment, and said: "Then you rest first, and then meet the family members at lunch later, what kind of food do you like to eat? Is there any food that you should not eat?"

Mu Zi shook her head lightly: "No."

Chen Cailing then left the room, leaving Muzi here alone.

Mu Zi put down her luggage and walked outside the glass door. On the outside of the half-moon-shaped balcony, there was a circle of white Roman column railings. The railings were spotless, so it could be seen that the servants cleaned the room regularly every day.

She leaned against the railing and watched the scenery for a while, then someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Mu Zi said.

The servant came in with a large bouquet of white roses, and said respectfully, "Miss, Madam asked me to bring it to you, where is it?"

Mu Zi was stunned, and after a while, he stretched out his hand a little stiffly: "No need...you can just give it to me."

She hugged the roses into her arms and smelled the familiar fragrance. There seemed to be a warm current flowing in her heart, and there was a little warmth in her heart.