Seeing her put down the milk cup, Shen Wangjin smiled and said, "What is urgent, but not urged you."

After hearing the words, Zhuang Yibo suddenly paused, then looked up at him, whispered: "Can I drink a glass of wine?"

Hearing this sentence, Shen Wangjin twisted his eyebrow slightly, and said: "Wine?"

"Well." Zhuang Yibo said, "I want to drink a cup."

"No." Shen Wangjin refused directly.

Zhuang Yibo stopped asking more, just nodded slowly, and there was no sound.

Shen Wangjin reached out his hand immediately, "Come here."

She walked in front of him obediently, and Shen Wangjin held her hand, but frowned again.

She just finished eating, but her fingertips were cold.

"Very cold?" He asked.

Zhuang Yibo shook his head slowly.

Shen Wangjin glanced at her again, got up and pulled her upstairs.

Zhuang Yibo's eyes fluctuated, and the walking dead followed him upstairs.

However, it was unexpected that Shen Wangjin was neither going to his room nor the room where she lived two night before, but pulled her to the door of the other room.

Later, he slowly pushed her to the door of the room and whispered: "Open the door."

Zhuang Yibo stretched out his hand and slowly turned the door in front of him. In his eyes, he was a beige white tone bedroom with a heavy style that was extremely heavy with the villa.

This bedroom is much larger than the one she lived before, and even bigger than the master bedroom she lived in Shenwangjin.

And every piece of furniture inside, every piece of decoration, is actually familiar, but never owned.

It was when she was just married to Bincheng. She was unfamiliar with her life. She just stayed in the villa in Shen's house every day. She did not see the shame every day, but Shen Wangjin had a few experiences of eating at the same table with her.

Then, then

Later, he probably felt that she was aggrieved in her marriage and wanted to make up, so she found someone to send a few drawings to her, saying that she was going to renovate the house and let her choose her favorite style.

At that time, she happened to have nothing to do every day, so she made a detailed communication with the designer and determined every detail she wanted.

However, before she waited for the room to start construction, she had left that villa.

But how could she think that after more than two years later, every detail she had finalized in person, she appeared in front of the eyes -high -transparent floor -to -ceiling windows, beige curtains, and the comfort of the windows by the window.

The sofa chair, the blanket on the sofa chair, and even the aroma candle on the bedside swaying with a gentle light.

All this was what she wanted, but at this moment appeared here, but only made her stiff.

"Do you like it?" Shen Wangjin stood behind her, stretched out his hand to grab her waist and asked in a low voice.

After a while, she made a low voice: "Well."

"I have been preparing for a long time, but I just improve the final details today." Shen Wangjin said, "You will live in this time in the future."

"Oh." She responded again, and then turned, "I'll clean up my things."

"Go to take a bath." Shen Wangjin said, "Your things, someone naturally helps you clean up."

She really had no opinion. After nodding, she turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Also in the bathroom of her preferences, everything is everything, and even the bathrobe hanging on the wall is also the brand she has always used.

Zhuang Yibo stood quietly in front of the bathrobe for a long time, and finally faded all the clothes and walked into the shower room.

When she took a shower, blow her hair to half dry, and wrapped it on the bathrobe and opened the door to go out. Shen Wangjin was sitting on the sofa chair by the window, holding a book she liked in her hand.

Frozenly read.

After hearing the sound, he raised his eyes to look at her, and then raised the book in his hand to her, "Is there any good -looking?"

"Just look at it casually." Zhuang Yibo said.

Shen Wangjin listened, slowly put down the book in his hand, leaned on the sofa chair, and turned to stare at the window for a moment, and said, "But it is really comfortable to sit here. In the future, I will borrow you this

Sit more in the position. "

Zhuang Yibo heard it, and didn't know what to answer for a while.

Shen Wangjin stretched out his hand again, "Come here."

She walked in front of him obediently, and he stretched out his hand and pulled it directly into his arms.

Shen Wangjin squeezed her hand, slowly circled her into her arms, and laughed: "After taking a shower, it's really warm on the body ... real incense."

As he said, he bowed his head and buried into her neck.

Zhuang Yibo only felt that his body was cold again, and he squeezed his fingertips, as if he was numb, and he couldn't detect anything.

But the next moment, Shen Wangjin suddenly looked up again, watching her: "Why don't you blow your hair?"

She seemed to be stunned for a while before returning to God, and replied: "It's almost."

Shen Wangjin stayed quietly on her face for a moment, but in the end, she just reached out to touch her hair, "Then remember to blow dry hair before sleeping."

After speaking, he hugged her and stood up. After putting her on the bed, he lowered his head and looked at her again. He said, "Don't get up early tomorrow. When do you sleep, we will eat breakfast.

"

After saying this, he lowered his head and kissed on her lips, but it had left.

Later, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Before Zhuang Yibo had time to return to God, he had opened the door of the bedroom and walked out, and then brought the door from the outside.

In the bedroom, Zhuang Yibo was left alone.

After a long time, her stiff and numb body finally gradually recovered.

But her thoughts could not return to normal for a long time.
Chapter completed!