Chapter 11 Is This a House for the Poor?
It's a small apartment, one staircase and one household, and it's relatively quiet.
After opening the door, I found that it was all newly installed, and it didn't seem to have lived in it much.
Su Cheng jumped through the door and turned on all the lights, all the decorations inside came into her eyes.
This house is very large, at least more than 200 square meters, and the large living room is equipped with a set of sofas and coffee tables.
The TV wall is made of ancient rhyme, which is very elegant.
Looking at the decoration style inside, I found that they were all retro, and every place was exquisite.
Elegant.
Is this a house that the poor should have?
Every decoration in this is probably worth more than her life.
Shi Qing once again wondered if she had been trapped.
"This house was bought for me three years ago before my parents passed away, and I was still in the army, and the style of this decoration was set by them.
If you don't like it, we'll save up and change the style." Su Cheng saw that she was still at the entrance and thought that she didn't like the decoration style.
"No, it's beautiful."
Shi Qing came back to his senses and found that he had carried everything to the living room.
She hurriedly walked over and held down her things, "Just bother these times, I'll move out when I find the house in a while." ”
This house is so delicate that she doesn't dare to live in it, for fear that it will be damaged, and she can't afford to pay for it.
She'd better get a divorce quickly, or she won't be able to enjoy these things.
Thinking of the founding of the country at that time, her brain hurts.
"Well, whatever you want.
The room on the left is the guest room where you can stay. "Su Cheng wants to say, this is your home, and it's okay if you smash him.
But now she is a mobile marriage certificate holder herself.
I don't care about these things at all.
It's all in vain.
Shi Qing nodded, dragged things into the guest room, and she was stunned when she entered.
The setting sun shines into the hollowed-out carved windows, speckled with a tiny halo.
A faint scent of sandalwood fills the body, making people feel calm.
The large bed was neatly covered with futon, and the lamps on both sides were still dimly lit.
There is also a spacious activity area, a separate bathroom...
It's not like a guest room, it's like a master bedroom.
She exited the door and saw that the people on the phone in the living room were all silent.
Never mind.
After carefully putting things away, I entered the bathroom and found that the lady's supplies were neatly placed inside.
Fang Yi said before that he went to the mall to buy something this morning, this is what he bought?
So, he had been planning to let himself live here for a long time?
After a brief wash, I went out and saw him nibbling on an apple, glancing at the pendulum on the wall, it was already 5:40 in the afternoon.
Residents of other people's homes, she always said.
"Is there any food in the kitchen?"
Shi Qing's cold voice sounded behind him, and he bit the apple's hand for a moment, "Yes." ”
After being moistened by apple juice, the voice has a unique magnetism, which is particularly good.
Shi Qing tried his best to ignore the abnormality in his heart, turned around and went to the kitchen, and began to cook skillfully.
Looking at the fridge full of vegetables, she raised her eyebrows, it turns out that he can cook?
It doesn't look like it.
After picking some vegetables casually, she boiled the rice and began to cook in an orderly manner.
Sioux City didn't know when it was behind her.
Deep eyes watched her busy in the kitchen with her apron on.
The soft light of the setting sun reflected on her, and his thin lips were curvature.
He had fantasized about this scene for countless days and nights, but he didn't really feel it, and what he saw was so shocking.
Ding dong...
"I'll open the door." Before Su Cheng moved, Shi Qing took the lead in speaking.
He had leg problems and it was impossible for him to go.
Caught off guard, he turned around and crashed into a hard wall of flesh.
She covered her nose in pain, her eyebrows were frowning, her beautiful eyes were wavering, and the faint mist was circulating.
"Why are you standing in the back quietly?"
I died of pain, and once again wondered if this man was made of iron, so hard.
Su Cheng's throat tightened, and he said in a dumb voice: "Does it hurt?" ”
If he wasn't afraid of scaring her, he really wanted to hug her in his arms.