The windows were supposed to be bright and clean, but the white window screens were blowing in the wind. The clean and tidy room was now in a mess.
The sofa in the center of the living room facing the TV was pushed into the corner.
The fruits in the fruit plate on the table rolled all over the floor first.
Even the flowers in the vase on the living room table were now scattered on the table and carpet.
In the now empty living room, remote controls, game controllers, and suitcases that had been dismantled to pieces were scattered everywhere.
The entire living room is like a small garbage dump.
On the side of the wall-mounted TV, a handsome young boy wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts is holding a tool and deftly dismantling the wall-mounted TV.
The bang just now was the sound of one of the hanging panels being removed and one side of the TV falling down.
Their eyes met, and the two of them paused for a moment.
Wen Duoyu looked away as if nothing had happened and continued to dismantle his TV.
Ye Wan pushed her suitcase and walked in, ignoring the messy living room and walked towards the two bedrooms.
When I opened a door, I saw that the bed was in a mess and a suitcase was spread out on the floor.
Ye Wan turned around and walked towards another bedroom.
The door was closed and the cameramen remained in the corridor.
In the work hall on the first floor, looking at the surveillance footage in the room, the director looked at Jia Lintao with a worried expression, "I heard that this lady never plays by the rules. If she beats up that kid, then...
…can it be cut into the show?”
"Beating? That's not enough, is it?"
The editor on the side chimed in.
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Wan opened the door of another room.
Director:!!!
Editor: ...Be beaten, must be beaten!!!
There are two rooms, one has been slept in and the other has been demolished.
If I have to make a comparison, the one just now is slightly neater.
But Ye Wan knew that this was Wen Duoyu's meeting gift prepared for her.
Brat!
She didn't even have to look back to know that he was looking at her. Ye Wan didn't even look back or enter the room.
With a gentle movement of his hand, he placed the suitcase at the door of the room.
After opening it and taking out a set of light and comfortable home clothes, Ye Wan turned around and entered the bathroom.
Buzz.
The bathroom door closed and the living room became quiet.
Wen Duoyu, who was happily twisting the screwdriver just now, frowned and was stunned.
Why is it different from what he thought?
Every time he demolished the house, my mother sighed helplessly, grandma said, "My ancestors," and the nanny started to clean up with a dull expression.
When I dismantled the TV just now, I was still wondering which of the above three reactions Ye Wan would have.
But Wen Duoyu didn't expect that it turned out to be none of them?
When she looked at him, there was no helplessness, no blame, and no numbness in her eyes.
There is still a hint of... excitement?
When this idea came out of his heart, Wen Duoyu was shocked by himself.
Hearing some movement in the bathroom, Wen Duoyu quickly retracted his attention and continued to dismantle it happily.
Bang!
Boom!
After several loud noises, the wall-mounted TV finally hit the ground as expected.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, are you okay?"
"Sister Wan, open the door."
Outside the door, Wen Duoyu's mother and staff were banging on the door and ringing the doorbell, and the excitement could be heard.
Wen Duoyu stood in front of the TV and subconsciously looked at Ye Wan who came out of the bathroom.
I saw Ye Wan walking towards the door.
My heart just picked up, and I was ready to endure the noise of the group of people who broke into the door.
Wen Duoyu knew without thinking that his mother would rush up to him and ask him if he hit his foot, if his hand was scratched, or if he wanted to take a drink of water and take a break.
The staff, like the previous time, wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. They could only look at him with big eyes and small eyes, then look at the wreckage on the ground, and said dryly, "It's okay."
”.
Noisy again.
Annoying again.
So annoying!
Wen Duoyu put his hand into his trouser pocket, intending to take out his earplugs and put them in his ears when the group of people rushed through the door.