A Russian maid ran over and said something to Lei Haotian. It was in Russian and she couldn't understand it, but she could see that Lei Haotian's smiling expression suddenly turned ugly, and curled Russian words came out of his mouth.
After spitting it out, Xingan saw that his face seemed to be twisted with anger, which made her good mood disappear.
The maid was scolded and sent away. Xingan tugged Lei Haotian's arm: "What happened?"
Lei Haotian suppressed his anger, turned to look at her, and his eyes regained their previous tenderness: "It's okay. After flying for so long, are you sleepy or hungry? Go to the bedroom and rest for a while."
"Okay, give me a cup of hot milk."
Xinggan followed him towards the bedroom on the third floor. As soon as she opened the door, she was so surprised that she didn't know where she was, because...[
"What...what's going on?"
Xingan slowly walked into the bedroom and looked at the decoration in the bedroom. It was exactly the same as her own bedroom at home. Was it completely cloned? If she hadn't been very sure that she was at Lei Haotian's house in Moscow, would she really have wanted to?
I thought I was still in Spain.
"I heard your mother said that you recognize the bed. I wonder if you will recognize the bed if you sleep here tonight?" Lei Haotian stood with her hand stretched out, folding his arms and looking at the heart that was moving around excitedly.
"Why didn't you tell me beforehand? This is so unexpected. I almost thought I was going home again."
On a lake, she covered her mouth with joy: "I always thought this floor was unique. Only my family has it. Now you have it too. Did you get it from the most famous floor designer in Italy? I
Zeng Jin told him that my floor must be out of print, but he lied to me, hum."
"Whatever is your home or my home is your home." Lei Haotian put his arm around her waist from behind and held her in his arms: "He didn't lie to you, I lied to him, saying that the floors in your home need to be renovated.
It took a lot of talk before he was willing to copy this."
Xin Gan nodded and said with a smile: "I just said you are a cunning old fox."
Xingan broke away from him and looked at every decoration. They were all exactly the same as those in her home, especially the oil painting on the wall of the bedroom, which depicts Xingan's growth from one year old to eighteen years old. It was a full two hundred meters long.
The wall spreads from one corner of the wall to the other corner, clearly showing the whole life process of the heart and liver from falling to the ground to being tall and graceful.
Then she pushed open the door of the dressing room, and her face became even brighter.
She was not disappointed. It was still exactly the same as the one at home. The entire dressing room was almost a hundred square meters. The layout inside was like a library. An entire wall was lined with shoes that fit her size. There was just a lot of extra snow.
Boots…
There is a movable ladder in the dressing room, no matter how high it is, up or down, left or right, she can choose it at will; there are also countless clothes and skirts, pants, hats, and costumes.
If you haven’t seen it before, you will definitely think you have entered a fashion museum.
The clothes in this 100-square-meter dressing room would probably not be moved by three large trucks, but they are her favorites because she never wears her clothes a second time. This has been her living habit since she was a child.
In this way, she has not changed. She never thought that now that she is here with Lei Haotian, she still does not need to change.