When Tang Yanran came to the door, she said to Duan Chen with a bitter face, "Duan Chen, it's too wasteful to live on the fourth floor, why don't I go to live on the fourth floor?" ”

Duan Chen said, "The fourth floor is for pets. I won't stop you if you want to go. ”

"What kind of pet is Duan Chen going to have?"

Tang Yanran cautiously probed.

Of all the pets, she is the most afraid of swans.

As long as it's not a swan, she doesn't mind living with other pets.

It's better than living next door to Duan Chen.

"Swan!"

A smug smile curled into the corner of Duan Chen's mouth.

Tang Yanran swallowed her saliva and hurriedly stepped into the new room with one foot.

"What is bad to raise, why raise swans?"

He muttered.

"Swans can fly over the Himalayas."

He said.

Tang Yanran was obviously frightened, and began to kick while sitting at the head of the bed.

"Duan Chen, I'll live here."

Tang Yanran looked around the bedroom, this room was actually decorated with pink wallpaper, which looked very warm and dreamy.

"It's good here."

"Where's the good?"

He put her toiletries in the bathroom and came out, only to hear her heartfelt admiration.

Tang Yanran thinks that everything is good, the color, the new Chinese bed, and those simple symbols, the hollow folding screen of the moonlight on the lotus pond, are her favorite new Chinese decoration style.

"Duan Chen, why does this room have to be decorated differently from other rooms?"

Tang Yanran felt very strange.

The villa as a whole highlights the simple and elegant style, only this room, classical and dreamy, as if the ancient girl had a boudoir.

Duan Chen looked at Tang Yanran, whose eyebrows and eyes bloomed with surprise, and hooked his lips happily, "Guess?" ”

"It's designed for the girl you like!"

She couldn't hide her frustration, and her voice became very low.

He nodded, "Hmm." ”

Tang Yanran's mood at the moment was a little low because of the girl he was hiding in his heart.

"Duan Chen, since you like her, why don't you marry her?"

Tang Yanran asked puzzled.

He said lightly, "Heaven does not fulfill people's wishes. ”

Tang Yanran suddenly felt that the regret she had for many years that she had begged for Duan Chen to be unable to do so was over.

After all, Duan Chen is also a poor person like her, and he can't love it.

"It turns out that things in this world can't be perfect."

Tang Yanran said with emotion.

She frowned, and the scar on her forehead suddenly drilled into Duan Chen's eyes.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and gently stroked the blue and purple scar, and the regret in his eyes was pervasive.

"Wen Ruyu got it?"

His voice cooled inexplicably.

Tang Yanran nodded.

"Why don't you fight back?" He asked.

"I forgot."

She said weakly.

She was insensitive to Duan Chen's indifference and despair at that time, and she didn't feel the pain when someone else's fist fell on her.

"I'll be back next time."

He said lightly.

Tang Yanran looked at him in amazement, and suddenly sneered, "Do you think Miss Wen is the one I can see if I want to?" ”

Duan Chen ignored her, but took out a tube of ointment from the drawer, sat in front of her, and carefully smeared her wound.

"Duan Chen, I'll do it myself."

Tang Yanran was flattered, and when she reached out to take the medicine tube, she was slapped by Duan Chen, "Don't move." ”

She sat down in front of him.

"Duan Chen, in fact, my skin is very rough, and I will get better without medicine."

Tang Yanran said tremblingly.

"You can't leave a scar. Otherwise, it is not good to take wedding photos. ”

He said solemnly.

Tang Yanran raised her head in shock, but by coincidence, her lips brushed his, and the two of them looked at each other like this.