The Sun family's compound, although it is dressed in Western-style skin, is by no means entirely. To be more precise, it is a knockoff halfway between a villa and a castle. It is conceivable that China is a big copycat country.

In a country where even cities can be copied, there is almost nothing that cannot be copied.

For example, the first room after entering the door, if you measure it by the standard of the living room, it is too big. But if you are facing a castle-sized ballroom, it is a little smaller, but it is definitely more than enough to have a small cocktail party or something.

But the above has nothing to do with Luo Qiong herself, she, a grassroots girl, doesn't care about those details.

Hengzhu is just a 49-day guest, just like a hotel guest, and she is very unpicky and easy to deal with. Therefore, the specific use of the room is what she should care about.

At least 8 bedrooms for the owner, 10 bathrooms, 12 fireplaces. Luo Qiong ran between this house and that house like a child. And Huang Jianliang, with a helpless pampering face, cautiously followed behind, like a father who loves his daughter and watches his child mischievous.

It's a surprise to have so many rooms, not to mention the fact that this villa has an unbelievably large living room, an amazing study like a library, a baby room, a babysitter's room, and a sunroom on the rooftop with a swimming pool. When did Luo Qiong, who had been living in a refugee room of only a few dozen square meters all her life, see such a house, and she was almost overjoyed for a while.

I can't believe it's all hers now.

For at least the next 47 days, the use of the house will be hers.

Finally, when all his physical strength was exhausted, Luo Qiong threw himself into the super large, super luxurious feather bed.

Probably because the previous owner was a doll-like woman, although the whole room was European-style, everything in the whole room was made of pink as the base color, in addition to a lot of lace trims, ribbons, and a lot of pearls and rhinestones, all in all, it was like Barbie's style.

Seeing that his little wife was covered in stinky sweat, she didn't even flush it cold, so she fell straight on the bed.

It was only at this time that Huang Jianliang couldn't bear to pick her up, "Go take a bath, be good, you're all ...... Xiang Khan, how can you go to bed like this. At this moment of the straight road, Huang Jianliang really believed that Sun Xiaoyou's loss of memory was real.

For people like him, going out on the street without a shower is almost synonymous with going out on the street without clothes. He couldn't believe that his fiancée, Sun Xiaoyou, went to bed without taking a shower.

Luo Qiong, who was thrown into the bathroom, was still thinking about it one second, and jumped up the next second.

European-style baths, bubble baths, rose petals...... Oh my God, she's never enjoyed it so lavishly in her life. Jumping into the bath with a thud, the splashed water soaking up the entire room. She danced and shouted and screamed.

So much so that Huang Jianliang, who was guarding outside, twitched his whole face.

Stretch out one leg and watch contentedly as the water washes away the bubbles, followed by another.

Grab a handful of bubbles and blow them all out.

Anyway, Luo Qiong had a lot of fun, and then there was a moment of embarrassment. Because she hadn't taken a bubble bath for the past twenty-six years, Luo Qiong accidentally oversoaked in Sun Xiaoyou's bathroom, and then, because of excessive physical exertion, she didn't even have the strength to climb out of the bathtub by herself. Fortunately, Huang Jianliang, who had been guarding the bathroom door, rushed in time. Otherwise, drowning in her own bathtub will definitely make her go down in history.

Just like that, he was picked up by someone and walked out.

But relatively drowning in the bathwater, these are small things, really just small things.

Covering his cheeks with both hands, Luo Qiong had no face to do anything, and he didn't have the strength to do it. She couldn't have imagined that she would do the stupid act of soaking herself in the bathtub and almost drowning.

Huang Jianliang, who was holding a bathrobe, sighed helplessly and said, "My most respected Majesty, you have to stretch out your hand, your most loyal subject, I, can dress you." ”

Stretched out his left hand and looked at it, then his right hand, then down and then the screams of the earth-shattering ghosts.

Shame, shame.

How can there be a woman who even forgets that she is still in the state of red fruit because of shyness.

Such a self really does not deserve to be called a woman.

Seeing this little woman with a stiff body, Huang Jianliang sighed helplessly again and said, "My most respected Majesty, you have to arm yourself to participate in the party that your subjects hold to celebrate your recovery. He grabbed one of her and slipped the bathrobe inside, first with his left hand, then with his right hand.

"Party?" Hearing this term, Luo Qiong said in horror.

Seeing the fear in her eyes, Huang Jianliang persuaded softly: "You also heard the doctor's advice, a few familiar people, a semi-closed environment, is conducive to your recovery." Rest assured, the evening was full of past and your best buddies, don't worry, trust me. After saying several names in a row, he bowed his head and went to gird her belt.

This Western-style bathrobe has a wide open neckline, and through the placket, he can see a large area of spring.

The heroines of most romance novels are average, and Sun Xiaoyou's figure is very material.

Iron buddy? No, I'm the host of the ghost's upper body, and they have nothing to do with me.

Luo Qiong screamed in her heart, saying the language of refusal.

But at this time, Huang Jianliang lowered his head and added in her ear: "No matter what, you have to go out to meet people, you can't keep locking yourself in your room, like a ghost who can't see the sun." ”

This sentence shocked Luo Qiong. That's right, she came here to experience life, if she still closes herself in the door like before, and continues to be a good girl who doesn't go out of the door, then what is the meaning of these 49 days.

Once you figured it out, you made up your mind.

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Before that, Luo Qiong had always thought that Sun Xiaoyou's bedroom had reached enough exaggeration, who knows, after seeing her cloakroom, she found out that there are really such a number one person in the world, and their dressing room is bigger than the master bedroom.

Sun Xiaoyou's cloakroom was constructed like a library, and she walked in a daze as she walked through the huge cabinets that stretched from the ceiling to the floor. Tops, bottoms, coats, skirts, shoes, hats, purses, and even accessories and underwear all have their own separate lockers. At this moment, her mood was nothing but shock or shock.

Beautiful things, only one is a surprise, and ten are big surprises, but when the number of them exceeds a hundred, for Luo Qiong, it is the synonym of the catastrophe.

Especially for a child like Luo Qiong, who suffers from difficulty in choosing. This is especially true of you.

It's still the same, holding her hands up like a scarecrow, waiting for someone to paint her.

In fact, Luo Qiong is not to blame for everything, in the past twenty-six years, she has not chosen her own clothes once, and now she is suddenly pushed in front of so many clothes, not to mention dizzy for a while, and even her normal thinking ability is gone.

Huang Jianliang sighed, and with a little reproach, stretched out his finger and flicked it on the heart of her head.

His fingers slid over the rows of clothing, and with each row he looked at her, trying to deduce from her look or movement how satisfied the woman was with her choice. But Huang Jianliang didn't get anything, probably due to the impact of the bathroom incident, Luo Qiong's face was still red until now, and she didn't even have the courage to open her eyes to look at him.

Almost all of Sun Xiaoyou's clothes are pink, either ribbon lace or embroidered chiffon, these clothes are too fancy for Luo Qiong, who has been simple all her life. If she insists on her, then there is only one sentence, all of which is not to her liking. If there were other options, Luo Qiong would definitely not dress like a Barbie doll.

Either way, she was finally armed.

Looking at the lady standing in front of the mirror in a daze, Huang Jianliang sighed, she probably wouldn't comb her hair by herself like this. So he pulled the little woman to the dresser and half-coaxed and half-coaxed her to give her a haircut.

Sun Xiaoyou's hair is very good and very easy to style, and Huang Jianliang did his job easily.

The long curly hair, decorated with pearls and bows, and the ear hair curled up on her cheeks, like a calyx holding up a flower bud, lined her pink face extremely delicately, coupled with the chiffon texture of the puff sleeve princess dress, the whole person is really as sweet as candy. Although I don't want to admit it, Sun Xiaoyou is really the kind of woman born for pink.

No matter how exaggerated or cheesy the pink color is, once it is applied to her, it immediately becomes vibrant.

Facing Sun Xiaoyou, who was armed, Huang Jianliang bowed again, a deep bow of ninety degrees, lowered his head humbly, put one hand on his chest, and stretched out the other hand horizontally, making a dance invitation move. "All right, my little princess, now please move and give your ministers the next chance to have dinner."

It can be expected that Luo Qiong's face blushed even more.

Completely disbelieving, she covered her mouth with her hand, and then handed her hand over. With Huang Jianliang's support, she was like a real princess, taking small steps down the villa's 360-degree spiral staircase.

After entering the dining room, he exclaimed again.

Antique porcelain with flower arrangement, silk tablecloth combining lace and embroidery, a whole set of European-style court-style retro sterling silver knives and forks, Italian Murano water cups, plus Xingyao white porcelain. It was all like a dream, not to mention the fact that there was almost a full table of food, and even the cafeteria at the end of the street was not so rich.

Not to mention the polite British official who was standing at the table to make a meal - Noel. If she remembered correctly, the other party's name was indeed Nolelle, who was said to be a native of Yorkshire, England, and her housekeeper.

Seeing Sun Xiaoyou come down, Norel saluted his master meticulously.

All of this gave Luo Qiong an illusion, and she became the princess in the girl's comics, or the Queen Majesty in Huang Jianliang's mouth.

This is really, a grassroots turnaround.