Shijie, a local tyrant, is really not something she can understand!

For her, three million is enough for her to sell her dignity.

For Leng Zimo, three million a month seems to be really nothing.

After carrying the ingredients into the kitchen and stuffing them into the refrigerator by category, Luo Xiaoqian came out and visited this room.

In addition to the living room, kitchen and bathroom, there are two rooms downstairs, one is the piano room and the other is the study.

Looking at the small sofa in the study, Luo Xiaoqian pouted.

It seems that there is no suitable place for her to live downstairs.

She strolled upstairs.

Upstairs, two rooms.

One is a spacious bedroom with large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lights of thousands of homes and the most beautiful street view of Ping'an Street in Beijing.

This bedroom is clearly the master bedroom and is not suitable for her.

Luo Xiaoqian pushed open the door and turned on the light.

The lights come on, reflecting a large snow-lit room.

On one of the walls, there are mirrors for the whole wall, and stainless steel pipes for leg presses, and on the other side, there is a set of fitness equipment.

Here, obviously, there is a fitness room and a practice room.

In such a big house, he only left one bedroom.

Doesn't she have any choice but to sleep with him?!

Noticing Xiangshang's stairs, Luo Xiaoqian turned around and walked over.

Could it be that there are three more floors?!

As a result, she was wrong.

At the end of the stairs is a door that leads to the terrace.

On the terrace, European-style flower stands, beautiful green plants are beautifully decorated, and under the vine stands, there are tables, chairs and bar counters.

Diagonally opposite, there is also a swing hanging down.

"When the time comes, we will buy a high-rise top floor, preferably with a terrace, and then, I will get you a swing frame on the terrace, and if you swing, I will play the piano for you, blowing the night breeze and looking down on the lights of thousands of homes......"

Lu Hao's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Everything in front of her was like the dream he had compiled for her years ago.

Now, the dream was shattered, and it was he who pierced it with his own hands.

"Lu Hao, you fucking bastard, you wait, I, Luo Xiaoqian, will never let you go!"

With a roar in her throat, Luo Xiaoqian turned around and returned to the room, casually threw the schoolbag containing clothes and simple luggage in the corridor, she went straight into the practice room, took off her shoes and coat, turned on the music, and danced wildly.

She dances, she dances, she jumps, she spins......

Until, covered in sweat and about to lose her strength, she stopped and turned off the music.

In my bag, my phone buzzed.

Luo Xiaoqian crawled over, and the number on her mobile phone seemed familiar.

"Hello?" She answered the phone.

"Don't wait for me, you go to sleep first!" Leng Zimo's voice was simple and clear.

Luo Xiaoqian was stunned, and then raised her lips happily, "Okay, I know!" ”

Depend on!

I knew that why she had to force herself to eat that kind of thing, and endure that taste for so long.

Carrying her bag to the bathroom downstairs, she neatly undressed and showered, carefully brushed her teeth several times to make sure that there was no smell on her body, and then changed into a nightdress and walked out of the bathroom.

Noticing that the door was not closed, she casually walked over to close the door, and when she saw the grand piano shining with grace and shine inside the door, her hand froze.

In order to help her mother heal her illness, she had already sold her piano, which she hadn't touched for at least three years.

That guy was probably going to be late, and even if she played it for a while, he wouldn't know.

Finally, Luo Xiaoqian walked into the piano room lightly.