Some time ago, Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming's new home had already been painted with wall paint, and it was left to dry naturally for a few days, and the smell was almost dispersed at this time.

is different from the color of the wall paint of ordinary people, Song Xiangran specially requested that the wall paint of the bedroom be light blue, and the wall paint of the living room should be light green.

In addition to the painted walls, the tiles on the floors and other decorations have not yet begun.

Although this house was bought a few months ago, Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming were busy with their own things, and they had some ideas about the preliminary design of the house, but they didn't have time to think about it.

Finally, Song Xiangran finally graduated, and Fang Qingming was approved by the leader for a period of small vacation, and the two of them could be considered to have time to plan their own home.

The apartment building was newly opened at that time, all the supporting facilities are the latest, each unit has an elevator, the green environment and design of the community are extremely good, the geographical location is superior, and the land price is indeed not low.

The apartment that Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming bought was on the fifth floor, and downstairs was next to a boulevard in the community, which was very quiet.

The apartments are four bedrooms with storage and a large balcony and a small balcony next to the kitchen for drying clothes, each with a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Song Xiangran walked around the living room, and then walked around each room, and then told Fang Qingming his thoughts.

"Why don't we have wooden floors in our rooms and tiles in the rest of the room?"

"Wooden floors may not be easy to clean, unlike tiles, which can be mopped directly with a regular mop. Fang Qingming pondered for a while, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was not a problem, "But this is not a big problem, and I can't let you clean it when the time comes." ”

Song Xiangran was stunned, didn't react, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"In the future, if you are cleaning your home, please ask for housekeeping. Fang Qingming said with a smile.

"What a waste of money," Song Xiangran said in surprise, "The house is so big, I can clean it myself, how troublesome can the wooden floor be." ”

"Look at how big the house is, and you say that again. Fang Qingming said with a helpless smile.

Song Xiangran was about to refute it, then raised his head and swept around, and began to regret what he had just said.

"But every day I ask for a housekeeper...... Isn't it expensive? Song Xiangran bit her lip, a little aggrieved.

"It's not for you to invite, what are you wronged?" Fang Qingming said with a smile.

Song Xiangran hurriedly shook his head and said, "How can I let you pay all the money? I'm not the kind of woman who can eat soft rice." ”

"I don't plan to let you be idle," Fang Qingming smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch Song Xiangran's face, and continued, "Well, when you're okay at home, learn to cook, so that when I come back, I can have a steaming meal." ”

But Song Xiangran's cooking skills ...... The whole world knows that it's pretty bad, and it seems like it's incurable.

Besides, Song Xiangran doesn't like to cook at all.

Since Song Xiangran's future work is also engaged in literary creation, it is estimated that he will have to stay at home most of the time......

After thinking about it, Song Xiangran decided to grit his teeth and give out the money for housekeeping.

"No, if you let me cook, you might as well let me clean up. Song Xiangran waved his hand again and again, and then seemed to have made a lot of determination, "That's it, you will still cook the food in the future, and I will pay for the housekeeping." ”

Fang Qingming laughed and said, "I really can't do anything about you." ”

"Oh, then do you agree?" Song Xiangran was afraid that Fang Qingming would not agree, so he used his killer trick - coquettishness.

Sure enough, Fang Qingming nodded and agreed.

"But say it in advance, in case I can't come back for the time being, don't be too lazy and hungry yourself, you know?" Fang Qingming looked at Song Xiangran with a helpless smile.

"Mmmm, I know, I'm such a big person, can I still starve myself to death?" Song Xiangran said with a smile.

After deciding what floor tiles to lay in the room and living room, in the time of laying floor tiles, Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming spent a few days to get the design of the house done.

I also invited a friend of Fang Qingming who studied design, and after the other party looked at it, he found a very familiar decoration master and introduced it to them.

The decoration time probably took a while, and when everything was finished, Fang Qingming and Song Xiangran began to choose furniture.

Because Song Xiangran doesn't want to have a child yet, the room left for the child is only decorated, but he doesn't plan to buy furniture, after all, he doesn't know if it's a man or a woman.

So the house was empty.

On this day, Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming walked hand in hand in the largest furniture market in Feng City, yesterday they finished selecting the furniture in the living room, and today their goal is to choose the furniture in their master bedroom.

Considering that two people sleep, Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming picked a large bed of more than two meters, and also chose the best Simmons mattress.

After shopping for a few more days, Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming's new home was probably renovated.

Seeing that there was still a month before the wedding, the time was getting closer and closer, and everything was almost ready, but Fang Qingming suddenly received a notice from his superiors that there was an urgent task that he had to take and couldn't refuse.

After Fang Qingming answered the phone, he listened to the instructions of the leader on the other side of the phone with a serious face, and after a while, Fang Qingming hung up the phone with a heavy face.

The day before yesterday, everything was arranged in the new house, Fang Qingming and Song Xiangran came here for one night, and today was originally the second night.

Since they live here, the two of them bought vegetables together and lived a happy married life for two days in advance.

"What's the matter, Brother Qingming?" Song Xiangran took a bowl of noodles from the kitchen and put it on the dining table, then turned to look at Fang Qingming and found that his face was not very good.

Song Xiangran put down his chopsticks and walked towards Fang Qingming.

"Xiang Ran, I have not very good news, and there is another good news, which one do you want to hear first?" Although Fang Qingming had a smile on his face, it was obviously not pleasant.

Song Xiangran frowned and said, "Let's listen first." ”

"I was given a task, and when it was completed, the leader could approve my marriage for a longer period of time. Fang Qingming stretched out his hand, touched Song Xiangran's face and said.

"What about the not-so-good one?"

"This task is urgent, and I have to go abroad......" Fang Qingming said, sighing.

"How urgent is it?" asked Song Xiangran with a wink of his eyes.

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