Su Zan only now noticed what Ye Wencheng looked like today: he was wearing a simple beige sweater, his soft hair hung between his eyebrows, simple and casual dark beige trousers wrapped around a pair of long legs, and the socks on his feet were also beige.

His whole person looked like the way Suzan had first seen him, soft as a beige cloud.

But there are some differences.

Su Zan found that although Ye Wencheng was wearing the simplest clothes, he was unexpectedly highly compatible with this rich and elegant environment, and his hands were loosely inserted in his trouser pockets, which was the most natural existence in this space.

But Suzan wasn't, and she knew that if there was a third person here, she would have noticed how out of place she was here.

Suzan was briefly depressed, and for the first time the words "I don't deserve" popped up in her mind.

"What's wrong with you? Not used to being here? There was a soft warmth in Ye Wencheng's faint tone, and he took Su Zan's hand, "Do you want to go upstairs to see the bedroom first?" ”

Su Zan nodded mechanically and let him lead him up to the second floor.

The second floor is also very open and bright, and the designer friend obviously can't stand the architectural mode of the usual building, so the whole space has been redesigned in an open plan to let in the natural light to the greatest extent.

"The bedroom is here, and he has already asked people to clean up in advance and change the bedding with new ones." Ye Wencheng pushed open a door and said.

Suzan saw floor-to-ceiling windows the size of a whole wall, comfortable linen curtains and curtains, oak floors with a beeswax sheen, and a large patch of sunlight shining on the gray carpet by the window. Her gaze fell to a workbench-like area, where there was a large piece of oak board, embedded in the wall to make a table, and on the wall hung a pegboard, dotted with functional hooks or small boxes.

"Do you like it?" Ye Wencheng asked her.

"Like, this is my room?"

Ye Wencheng raised his eyebrows: "Our room." ”

Su Zan blushed: "Ahem, I see that there are quite a lot of rooms here." ”

"It's too big here, and you'll be scared to sleep alone. Trust me. ”

“…… The wardrobe is a bit small and can't fit two people's clothes. Suzan scratched his nose.

Ye Wencheng looked at her a little narrowly, then walked to a wall, pushed it gently, and a spacious cloakroom was revealed behind.

Su Zan had nothing to say, so he had to blink his eyes and pass the test.

"What are you afraid of? So many nights have slept together. Ye Wencheng continued to laugh at her.

Su Zan: "QWQ, I'm not afraid, I just think this is your friend's house, um......"

"Hmm, what?" Ye Wencheng circled her and buried his head in her neck socket.

Maybe he was tired after a busy day, and his voice was nasal, low and hoarse, as if he was coquettish, and as if he was teasing the cat.

Su Zan sneered and reached out to brush his hair: "How old are you, little princess?" ”

"I said that if I am three years old, I will not return it."

After a while, Su Zan asked, "Is your family very rich?" ”

Ye Wencheng straightened up and looked at her: "Why do you ask like that?" ”

"Because your friends are rich." Suzan replied honestly.

"If they have money, I have money?" Ye Wencheng pinched Su Zan's face.

"There is a rule that a person's worth is equal to the average of the six people he comes into contact with most often." Suzan insisted on arguing.

Ye Wencheng laughed, stretched out his finger and began to calculate: "The most common contact I have is you, our manager, agent Sister A, as well as the courier brother and the takeaway brother, oh, if you want to count anyone, there is probably the janitor at the gate of the community." ”