Chapter 22: I haven't touched your room

In the morning, the doctor went through the discharge procedures for Fu Jiale, and she called Fu Yansuan twice on the way home but no one answered, and she was a little anxious.

Yesterday I said that we would go home for dinner together, Fu Yan shouldn't regret it, right?

She ran home worriedly, and as soon as she entered the door, she was stunned.

Fu Yansuan sat on the sofa in a well-tailored suit, crossed his long legs, took a sip of coffee, and praised: "Auntie's coffee is very good." ”

Fu Wan sat in the middle of the sofa and nodded without smiling: "It is also a blessing to be able to enter Mr. Fu's mouth." ”

"Brother Yanshuan!" Fu Jiale ran over and almost threw himself into Fu Yansuan's arms, with a smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows: "You're really here!"

Fu Yan retreated without a trace, and said, "I came to visit my aunt." ”

Fu Wan glared at Fu Jiale unhappily: "Jiale, come here and do a good job, what does it look like to go on a rampage!"

Fu Jiale pouted in disgust: "I don't want it! I'm going to sit next to Brother Yansuan!"

"Fu Jiale!" Fu Wan's eyebrows were already angry.

Fu Yansuan raised his eyes, sniffed the coffee lightly, and said, "It's okay, sit down, my aunt is still afraid that I won't be able to eat Jiale?"

Fu Wan's eyebrows jumped, and she got up with anger: "I'll go to the kitchen to see if the dishes are ready." ”

She walked away with her front foot, and Fu Jiale pulled Fu Yansuan with her back foot: "Brother Yansuan, go upstairs to have a look? I haven't moved your room!

Fu Yansuan held the hand of the coffee cup for a moment and nodded: "Okay." ”

Fu Jiale was overjoyed, and jumped upstairs, Fu Yanshu put one hand in his pocket and walked up slowly.

"Brother Yanshu, look, your previous room!" Fu Jiale pushed open the innermost bedroom, and the warm morning sun shone in, Fu Yanshu was a little in a trance.

Light blue bedding, red brown wood bookshelves, and a Lego model he put together on the desk.

Fu Jiale was anxious to invite credit: "Since my mother and I moved in, this room has not been touched, I just ask the maid to clean it every day, and if my brother wants to come and live, he can do it at any time!"

Fu Yansuan turned his head and glanced at Fu Jiale, and hooked his lips slightly: "Jiale has a heart." ”

"Brother of words, in fact, I ......"

"Jiale, go and help me bring the coffee. Fu Yansuan said suddenly.

"Oh, okay, I'll go. Fu Jiale responded to his request, turned around and went downstairs.

Fu Yansuan walked into the bedroom quickly, opened the wardrobe, he opened the neatly hung shirt and school uniform, and there was a small plastic bag in the depths of the wardrobe.

He took out the plastic bag and rummaged through it, and pulled out an old diamond hairpin, the lace edges were a little frayed, but the diamond's luster was still beautiful.

Fu Yansuan stuffed the hairpin into the pocket on the inside of his suit, and as soon as he turned around and walked out of the door, Fu Jiale came over with coffee: "Brother Yansuan, your coffee!"

Fu Yansuan took it and asked, "Where is your bedroom?"

Fu Jiale was in a surging mood, and excitedly pulled Fu Yansuan to the room, she pushed open the door: "How about here, here, how about it?"

The European-style palace style bedroom is extraordinarily luxurious, with thick imported carpets on the floor and beautiful crystal vases in the corners.

It's beautiful, but nothing is the same as it was.

Fu Jiale chattered and introduced: "This is all designed by myself! The layout of this bedroom is good, but the original layout is a little worse." ”

"Especially the palm-sized toys on the desk, and the plush toys in the corners, I haven't played with such cheap toys since I can remember!"

"Besides, I have to use imported carpets to make the wool feel comfortable, so I asked the servants to clean them all out, and then put on new decorations, is it beautiful?"

She turned around, and Fu Yansuan behind her looked at this exquisite and gorgeous bedroom, his eyes dark.

"Brother Yan, is it good-looking?" Fu Jiale thought he hadn't heard, and leaned over with a smile and asked.