"Haha, very cute, Yin, is this Tianjun's golden house Gillian?" It turns out that Tianjun likes this kind of tender girl.
"I'm going to put my luggage. Tianjun is in the study. Turn left on the second floor and take the second room."
Lingyin nodded to An Ying, put down the nightingale, and disappeared into the living room.
Nightingale had no intention of going upstairs immediately. She walked up to An Ying, took off her big black sunglasses, curled her lips, and said kindly: "Little sister, my name is Nightingale. What's yours?"
"An Ying."[
An Ying looked straight at Nightingale, but she was thinking in her heart, it turns out that Tian Junhao is at home, in the study?
If she had known earlier, she should have hunted him out from one room to another.
"An Ying, remember."
An Ying thought that the woman named Nightingale would continue talking to her. Unexpectedly, she had already walked towards the stairs. In the blink of an eye, she had disappeared around the corner of the second floor.
An Ying sat on the sofa obediently and waited until there was a small sound of closing the door upstairs before jumping up.
Thump thump, run up the stairs.
Tiptoeing, she walked to the door of the study and pressed against the crack of the door. Unfortunately, the sound insulation was so good that she couldn't hear anything. She immediately stamped her feet in anger.
Random thoughts began to come to her mind. No, she had to take a look. Suddenly, a woman broke into her home. An Ying could not turn a blind eye.
Then, a certain woman who was a thief began to squeeze the handle gently.
Carefully...more carefully...move the doorknob bit by bit, and place your ear tightly against the crack of the door.
Before she could find out what was going on inside, suddenly, someone patted her from behind, and An Ying was so frightened that she leaned forward involuntarily.
Ding!
When the door opened, An Ying was caught off guard and leaned forward, almost kissing the ground passionately.
"ah--"
An Ying closed her eyes in tragedy, but there was no pain as she imagined. Eh, doesn't it hurt?
When she opened her eyes again, she was standing firmly, even though Lingyin behind her gave her a hand.