It was early summer at this time, the lavender had not yet bloomed, and the gentle breeze was already swaying out its faint fragrance.
Mu Qingyu only took one look and understood that this was the place where Leng Yunlin wanted to spend the night with her tonight.
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of her mouth. He was indeed a very romantic man, and he even chose such a quiet room to live in.
She deliberately looked surprised, as if it was her first time seeing such a gorgeous scene, and she was a little nervous and speechless: "Yunlin? This is here?"
Leng Yunlin's eyes glanced at Mu Qingyu, whose eyes were shining, as if he was guessing whether her expression was real or fake, "Do you like it here? Hmm?"
His words made Mu Qingyu immediately smile sweetly: "Of course, it's beautiful here!"
"Well, since you like it, let's go in and have a look!"
Mu Qingyu followed Leng Yunlin and carefully opened the door of the villa. It was a European-style single-family house with large arched roof tiles and a brilliant purple color like Provence.
The Baroque-style walls are decorated with various reliefs, and there are wonderful oil paintings hanging on the walls inside the room. In a prominent place in the hall, there are busts of figures from ancient Rome. The decoration of the hall is simple, generous, and low-key yet luxurious.
The living room, master bedroom, washroom, and bathtub are all decorated in a simple, low-key, yet comfortable style.
Standing on the large viewing terrace on the second floor, looking at the beautiful colored tiles under my feet, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, looking at the quiet mountains and forests in the distance, and smelling the fragrance of lavender flowers below, my thoughts seem to have drifted to that distant Europe.
Since Leng Yunlin brought her to this place, she already knew in her heart that this was not the accommodation where he usually favored the women, but his own private room.
It's very simple, because there are no ladies' slippers in the entrance hall, and there is only one set of cups in the room. When I turn to the bathroom, everything is the same as before, there is only one set of toiletries, and there is only one set of bedding in the bedroom.
Naturally, there is no such thing as lipstick, foundation box, long hair, etc. left behind by women.
This place should be a place where no other woman has ever been, it is only Leng Yunlin’s residence.
"How about here?" Her brain was still running at high speed. Here, Leng Yunlin had slowly approached, pressed against her body from behind, put his head on her shoulder, and rubbed it gently.
"It's really beautiful here!" Mu Qingyu tilted her head slightly, her soft lips pressed against his cheek, and the man's breath came from behind, hot, making people feel a little itchy for no reason. However, under her
When she turned to look at him, she could clearly see that there was no real joy in his eyes.
"Do you like it? This is my secret garden!"
After listening to Mu Qingyu's words, Leng Yunlin was not polite and picked him up directly. The moonlight reflected on his handsome and graceful face, with a hazy feeling, making people feel that he was very close.
, but my heart is far away.
"Yes." She nodded and hooked her slender arms around his neck.
"hehe--"
Leng Yunlin chuckled lightly, and the ending sound was like a sip of water, which was both subtle and long. Leng Yunlin just carried Mu Qingyu to the master bedroom next to him. He opened the door and the floor-to-ceiling curtains covered the room airtightly.