Shangpin International is less than 200 meters from Walmart. Fang Yang and Fang Qiao chatted while walking, and soon walked to the community. The two of them struggled to move their things into the elevator, and fine beads of sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Looking at each other's wolf bèi, the two couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

Fang Qiao's home lives on the nineteenth floor, which is a one-bedroom single apartment with an area of more than 40 square meters. Although Fang Yang had been here more than once in his previous life, he still had to pretend to be surprised and said:

"Sister Qiao, why do you live in such a small house?"

Fang Qiao said nonchalantly:

"I live alone, and I don't go back to Beijing often, why is the house so big? Used to swing wide? ”

In fact, Fang Qiao didn't say it, but Fang Yang knew that this house was bought by Fang Qiao with his own money, without the help of the family's funds at all. Her photography studio is still very profitable.

Of course, every inch of land in the capital is expensive, and the money Fang Qiao earned is only enough for her to make a down payment, and now she still has to pay off the mortgage every month.

Seeing that Fang Yang didn't speak, Fang Qiao suddenly thought that Fang Yang lived in a villa in Rongcheng, and it was also the kind of single-family villa with super luxurious decoration, sitting on the entire elegant lake. Fang Qiao hurriedly said:

"Fang Yang, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you...... You got your house by yourself. ”

Fang Yang couldn't help laughing out loud and said:

"Sister Qiao, don't you say that I really didn't remember this stubble......"

Fang Qiao also smiled a little embarrassedly and said:

"You sit down and rest for a while, and then pour yourself water to drink!"

"Okay!"

Fang Qiao dragged the shopping cart directly to the small kitchen, took out all the things inside, and put the refrigerator where it should be. After finishing his work, Fang Qiao poked his head out of the kitchen and said:

"Fang Yang, I won't greet you, the remote control is on the coffee table, you can watch TV by yourself for a while. I'll take a shower first, and I'll make you something to eat when I get back! ”

Most girls love cleanliness, Fang Qiao did a two- or three-hour flight, and she was covered in sweat when she moved things just now, and she was already sticky and uncomfortable, so she couldn't care about cooking, and she couldn't stand it if she didn't take a bath.

Fang Yang stood up and said:

"Sister Qiao, let me help you pick vegetables! You can do it straight away when you come out in a while. ”

After speaking, Fang Yang walked towards the kitchen. Fang Qiao couldn't help but push Fang Yang back, pressed him back to the sofa, and said:

"You don't have to do it, you just need to eat today! Sit down and rest for a while, I'll be soon! ”

Fang Yang had no choice but to nod helplessly. Fang Qiao smiled with satisfaction, turned around and went back to the bedroom, and after a while, he saw her walk out with a set of home clothes in her hand, and saw Fang Yang emphasized:

"Don't go into the kitchen, you know?"

After saying that, she smiled, pushed open the bathroom door and walked in.

Fang Yang smiled bitterly, didn't dare to disobey Sister Qiao, and sat on the sofa and looked at Fang Qiao's house.

Although the area is only more than 40 square meters, the house design is quite good, although the sparrow is small, and there is lighting on three sides, and the living room has a large balcony.

The house has been renovated in a fresh pastoral style, with an ingenious tree-shaped entryway at the entrance, and the lattice ceiling and tree-like partitions are wrapped with artificial green leaves, giving people the feeling of being in nature as soon as they enter.

A half-height red brick partition is used between the living room and the small dining room, and the exposed bricks have a vicissitudes of beauty. Floral decorations and light green TV backdrops can be seen everywhere, and a fresh breeze blows in your face.

Although it is not the first time to be here, Fang Yang still likes the decoration style of this house quite a lot, when he returned to Beijing in his previous life, he liked to sit in Fang Qiao's small house, even if he didn't do anything, he just sat on the balcony and poured a cup of tea, looking at the lights in the distance in a daze, it was also a very pleasant thing.

After a while, the sound of water sounded in the bathroom.

Since the house is relatively small, the layout is naturally compact. The bathroom was not far from where Fang Yang was sitting, and through a layer of frosted glass door, Fang Yang could clearly hear the sound of water droplets splashing.

He couldn't help but construct a picture in his heart: Fang Qiao stood under the head of the lotus shower without hanging an inch, his small hands caressing his delicate body, and his face showed a pleasant and enjoyable expression......

Fang Yang couldn't control his eyes, and involuntarily looked in the direction of the glass door.

Naturally, he could see nothing.

But Fang Yang was taken aback by his knee-jerk reaction, gave himself a mouth gently, and said in his heart: How can you have such a dirty idea about Sister Qiao......

However, the uninterrupted sound of water was like a kind of magical temptation, which made Fang Yang sit on pins and needles, and he couldn't help but listen with his ears sideways.

After about ten minutes, the sultry sound of water finally came to an abrupt end. Fang Yang couldn't help but imagine the picture of Fang Qiao gently wiping the water droplets on his body, and his heart was full of jealousy of the bath towel that Fang Qiao was using now, and he couldn't wait to transform into a bath towel......

Fang Qiao's voice came from the bathroom:

"Fang Yang ......"

Fang Yang suddenly stood up like a spring, walked to the bathroom, and asked:

"Sister Qiao, what's wrong?"

“…… Oh, it's fine. ”

Fang Yang shrugged his shoulders a little inexplicably, and reluctantly walked back to the sofa and sat down. After a while, the door of the bathroom rang softly, as if a remote control switch was pressed, and Fang Yang suddenly returned to a precarious posture.

He pretended to look at it casually, and his gaze was immediately deeply attracted and could not be taken back.

After the bath, Fang Qiao was wearing a linen-colored loungewear, the spring color on his chest was looming under the loose neckline, and his wet long hair revealed a different style. Fang Qiao stood barefoot at the door of the bathroom, feeling Fang Yang's gaze, her face was slightly hot, and she said in a low voice:

"I ...... Go back to the room and change clothes......"

Fang Yang was puzzled, didn't you just change into your home clothes? How do you change into any clothes?

When Fang Yang's gaze fell on Fang Qiao again, he suddenly noticed that something seemed to be wrong with her chest.

Fang Yang thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized, it turned out that Fang Qiao had just forgotten to bring a change of underwear! No wonder Fang Qiao called himself just now, and then said that it was okay. Presumably she found that she didn't take her underwear when she changed her clothes, and she wanted to ask herself to help find it, and she was relatively thin-skinned, so she finally gave up!

In this way, Sister Qiao is now in a vacuum......

Fang Yang suddenly felt that his heart was hot, as if something called Spring Heart was about to move......

Fang Qiao was embarrassed by Fang Yang's somewhat strange gaze, and walked back to the bedroom quickly, his face hot for a while. She belongs to the kind of woman with narrow shoulders and thin waist, and when she walks fast, she naturally twists in a seductive rhythm, and Fang Yang's eyes are almost straight.

Fang Qiao stayed in the bedroom for a few minutes before opening the door again and coming out. The embarrassed look on her face was gone, but there was still a hint of crimson remaining.

"You turn on the TV and watch it, I'll cook for you." Fang Qiao showed a gentle smile and said.

Fang Yang keenly noticed that although the water stains on his chest were still there, through the loose neckline, a trace of lace and hollow shoulder straps could be faintly seen, and it seemed that Fang Qiao had just gone back to wear underwear.

Fang Yang naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to keep staring at Fang Qiao's chest, he forced himself to look away, and asked casually:

"Sister Qiao, do you need my help?"

"No, didn't I just say that? All you have to do is move your mouth! Fang Qiao said.

After speaking, Fang Qiao turned around and entered the semi-open kitchen. Looking at Fang Qiao's back, Fang Yang couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Fang Qiao walked into the kitchen, leaned out again, and said with a smile:

"The kitchen is heavy, men and dogs are not allowed!"

Fang Yang immediately rolled his eyes and shouted:

"Sister Qiao, you are **naked discrimination......"

That being said, if those hard-working "family cooks" heard this, they probably would wake up laughing in their dreams, right?

Fang Qiao chuckled, ignored Fang Yang's protests, and began to work in the kitchen with a happy mood.

Fang Yang simply came to the balcony, lay down comfortably on the recliner, and looked down from the nineteenth floor, and the qiē downstairs became very small. At this altitude, the noise of the traffic is completely negligible, as if watching a silent movie.

Fang Yang took out half a pack of cigarettes from his backpack, he hadn't been able to touch a cigarette for more than a month, although he wouldn't be as painful as an addict, but he would still be a little unaccustomed, now that he was out of the cage, Fang Yang suddenly had the urge to smoke one.

But the cigarettes that had been opened for more than a month were already a little damp, and Fang Yang reluctantly threw them into the trash can along with the cigarette box, and rummaged through them violently. His luck was not bad, there was an unopened pack of special pandas hidden in the corner of the mezzanine, and I don't know when he put it in.

Fang Yang opened the seal, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it and took a deep breath, quietly feeling the pleasure of the cigarette entering his lungs. He hadn't touched tobacco for more than a month, and after taking the first puff of cigarettes, Fang Yang faintly felt a slight feeling of dizziness, he shook his head and adjusted a posture that made him lie down more comfortably.

Fang Qiao was busy in the kitchen for nearly an hour before he came out with a big bowl of soup and shouted:

"Fang Yang, come over and help serve the food!"

Then Fang Qiao sniffed, frowned and asked:

"Why are you still smoking? The injuries haven't healed yet! ”

Fang Yang had just smoked one, he didn't expect Fang Qiao's nose to be so smart, he touched his nose in embarrassment, stood up and said:

"I smoked a ......."

"Smoke less, this thing is not good for your health." Fang Qiao persuaded her, it was more like a wife's admonition to her husband.

Fang Yang nodded again and again and said:

"Mm-hmm, I know Sister Qiao...... I'm going to help serve the food! ”