Fujiwara Xiang smiled: "Lily, take the clothes to Wanqing, let Wanqing send them!"

The old lady spoke, and Lily naturally didn't have a good idea to say anything, so she had to carefully hand the clothes in her hand to Li Wanqing's hand.

"Grandma, Aunt Keiko, I'll go up first!" Li Wanqing held her clothes, smiled shyly, and went upstairs.

Walking to the corner of the stairs, she couldn't help but bury her face in her folded shirt, and the fresh breath made her feel as if she was close to the wind.

Recalling that day in Kyoto, Feng Hao was drunk, and she wanted to change his clothes in the past, and she couldn't help but feel a little excited.

She thought that she couldn't stay reserved, because Feng Hao was so handsome, and his body was so perfect, not to mention his IQ.

Such an excellent man, she felt that she had to get it.

When she arrived at the door of Feng Hao's room, Li Wanqing knocked on the door gently, but she didn't hear Feng Hao's voice for a long time.

Carefully touching the doorknob, she pushed open the door and walked in gently, and sure enough, there was no one in the room.

Sometimes, when Feng Hao was not at home, the maid came to clean, and she would take the opportunity to come up and pretend to point fingers.

So she is still familiar with this house.

This is the master bedroom of the villa and is a large size, with elegant furnishings and furnishings and furnishings that are extremely luxurious. In particular, the large size of the bed looks so comfortable and luxurious, it makes people want to roll on it at a glance.

Once, that woman was lying on this bed, accepting Feng Hao's favor, thinking, Li Wanqing's eyes became dim.

There was no one in the room, and she was a little disappointed, and then took her clothes and went into the cloakroom.

The cloakroom still maintains the same appearance as when Xia Yucheng was there, her jewelry, her clothes, shoes, bags, and makeup bags and bottles, none of them dare to move, and they are still the same.

Every time she saw this, Li Wanqing's heart was like a thorn, stabbing her heart and hurting one by one.

She pouted and went over to sort out Fenghao's clothes one by one and hang them up. Then I couldn't help but browse Xia Yucheng's clothes again.

She didn't dare to touch those jewelry, she just quietly opened the drawer and looked, there were many large and small jewelry boxes inside.

With just one look, she closed the drawer. Then she looked at the spacious and comfortable cloakroom, and the neatly arranged clothes, bags, and shoes seemed to remind her that this place belonged to another woman.

Everyone is gone, and this place remains the same, which can only show that in Feng Hao's heart, that woman has never left.

Li Wanqing looked at this qiē, felt a little depressed, walked out of the cloakroom, she turned her head to look in the direction of the terrace, thought for a while, and walked over gently.

The door to the terrace was open, and the breeze lifted the curtain and hit her in the face as she approached.

Outside the terrace, you can see a lake, and in the setting sun, the clear water reflects the glow like a burning ocean.

The location of this villa is perfect and the view is beautiful.

Under a pale golden shroud, the shadow of the sun is like a veil, and the distant mountains are like daisies......

Feng Hao stood there, with his back to her, as if looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance. His back is very tall, full of masculine strength and natural nobility in the setting sun.

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