Jiang Xiaoqian's room is on the third floor, and she lives alone on the entire floor, because her brother doesn't come home all year round, and the room that belongs to him on this floor has been empty.

Huo Baizhan hugged her and walked to the door of the room, and when she knew that Jiang Xiaoqian would stay, the aunt at home also tidied up her room when she sorted out a room for Jiang Wangshu.

He opened the door unsuspectingly, and a large number of girly fans burst into view.

Pale pink curtains obscured the balcony, and every now and then the breeze swept up, allowing the sunlight to slip in and scatter lazily on the wooden bookshelves, on the rows of old and new book spines. The floor is also covered with a light pink blanket, on which many different large dolls sit on it, making the whole room feel warm and lovely.

But that wasn't the point, Huo Baizhan had already been drawn to the wall next to the wooden frame.

The wall was covered with his photographs, all taken in magazines or at parties, beautifully framed and hung on them.

Below the photo is the table where Jiang Xiaoqian usually writes and reads, the things on the table have not been touched, and a faint agarwood incense emanates from a small incense burner on the table.

Jiang Xiaoqian: "......" She swears, she doesn't know that the heroine's room is this Yazi!

Huo Baizhan silently put the person on the sofa, and then pointed to the small incense burner on the desk, "Forget about hanging so many photos of me on the wall, can you remove this incense burner?" ”

It's not that he thinks about it much, it's just that this combination is really very similar...... Worship?

"Okay, I'll take your photo down, but the little incense burner still won't be removed." Jiang Xiaoqian responded.

Between the photos and the small incense burner, she chooses the incense burner, mainly because she doesn't want the photos of so many men in the room, except for the posters of idols.

Huo Baizhan was stunned, he didn't expect to get this reply, and a strange strange feeling suddenly came up in his heart, and he was inexplicably uncomfortable.

But he obviously doesn't like other people's photos of him, isn't it just what Jiang Xiaoqian wants to remove his photos, what's uncomfortable?

He looked back at the smoking censer, "Forget it, it's good to keep it." ”

Jiang Xiaoqian was speechless, what a fickle man.

"How many days are you going to stay?" Huo Baizhan asked, walked to the other side and sat on the chair.

"What, Brother Huo hopes we can go home soon?" Jiang Xiaoqian carefully put his legs up, put his hand on the armrest of the sofa to support his head, and teased lazily.

"You're serious."

"Oh, it's all old husbands and wives, what are you doing sullenly."

Huo Baizhan: "......" You're crazy, you're crazy.

"Okay, okay, just stay for two days and go back, then you can stay here tonight."

Jiang Xiaoqian was thinking that someone would clean up a guest room and come out for him to live in, but it happened that Huo Baizhan also thought so, so he agreed.

So when the two finished eating, Huo Baizhan asked where his room was.

Jiang Wangshu looked puzzled: "Aren't you married, shouldn't you sleep together?" ”

Huo Baizhan: "??? ”

Jiang Xiaoqian was so shocked that the melon seeds fell, she didn't expect it to come, but thinking about it, it wasn't that she hadn't slept before, and she quickly accepted it once she was born and twice cooked.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the two went back to their rooms together.

Jiang Xiaoqian went to play a game by himself, and soon someone knocked on the door and brought Huo Baizhan a brand new change of clothes.

Huo Baizhan took it, closed the door, looked at Jiang Xiaoqian, who was focused on playing games, and the bathroom separated by frosted glass, and chose to bow to Jie Ji after being silent for a long time.