When he reached the second floor, Chen Jing remembered that the luggage he had brought was thrown in the leisure room on the first floor.
He was really too lazy to go downstairs, so he took his mobile phone and looked for Jiang Xin, who lived on the first floor below.
The villa of Sheng Kuang's family has a sunken courtyard, and there are three rooms facing the courtyard. Although it is on the first floor, the lighting and ventilation are no different from those on the first floor.
Jiang Xin and Li Xiaozhou lived on the first floor below, and the remaining room was Qin Yao's dance studio. A row of floor-to-ceiling windows faced the flowers and plants in the sunken yard. Because it had the largest space, it was turned into a training room.
The living room, dining room, and kitchen on the first floor took up the vast majority of the space. There was only one bedroom, which was occupied by Jiang Zui, who came last.
The few remaining people live on the second floor.
Although the villa is large, each bedroom has its own bathroom and dressing room, so there are not many rooms.
When Jiang Xin brought the luggage up, Chen Jing dragged the box and asked, "Where should I live?"
"Ah," Shengjing turned on the computer, clicked on the video of a recent game, and replied absently, "Ask Ran Bowen."
Chen Jing put down his suitcase, scratched the threshold, and yelled at the top of his lungs toward the corridor: "Mosquito, mosquito, mosquito..."
The bedroom door next to it opened, and Lan Bowen came over: "Stop barking."
Chen Jing: “Where do I live?”
Lan Bowen was stunned for a moment: "Except for one empty room on the third floor, there are no other floors."
Sheng Kuang thought Chen Jing was noisy, so he took out his headphones, untied the cord, and put them on his head. He held the mouse and was about to turn up the volume a little louder. When he heard Lan Bowen's words, he stopped.
After two seconds, he turned the volume down to minimum.
Chen Jing didn't think too much, pulled the box and planned to go upstairs: "You mean, I live on the third floor."
"That's not what I meant," Lan Bowen grabbed him, "Besides, even if someone does live on the third floor, it can't be you."
Chen Jing was a little confused: "Why can't it be me?"
Ram Bowen: "What do you think?"
Chen Jing was even more confused: "How the hell do I know it can't be me? Why would I ask you if I knew?"
Ran Bowen: "..."
This person had a very delicate mind when playing games, but how could he be so nervous in real life? When he was having supper in the evening, he asked Sheng Kang to say a few words, and Sheng Kang mentioned the girl who lived on the third floor.
Isn't this obvious enough?
After a two-second pause, Lan Bowen gave up on Chen Jing, turned around and said to Sheng Sheng sitting in front of the computer: "Sheng Sheng."
Sheng Kuang raised his hand, took off the headphones from his head, hung them casually around his neck, and turned his head nonchalantly: "Huh?"
Lan Bowen: "You live on the third floor?"
Chen Jing looked at Lan Bowen as if he was crazy: "No, Mosquito, are you out of your mind? This bedroom in Shengcheng is the best room in the villa. Only a fool would choose not to live here and live on the third floor."
Ran Bowen: "..."
Which of us is the brainiac?
Lan Bowen glanced at Chen Jing with a slight headache: "There are people living on the third floor."
Chen Jing: "I know there is someone living on the third floor. Isn't it the very beautiful Sister Lin with a vicious mouth? I don't want to sleep in the same room with her. I live next door to her. Why can't I live upstairs?"
Already?"
Lan Bowen glanced towards Shengcheng.
Sheng Kuang looked at Chen Jing quietly.
The look in his eyes sent chills down Lan Bowen's spine. In order to help his brother, he cleared his throat heavily, signaling Chen Jing to stop.
Chen Jing didn't realize that he had offended someone invisibly, and the more he talked, the more he became addicted: "Why, she is more delicate? No one can live next door, so she has to occupy a floor by herself?"
Sheng Kuang released the mouse, turned the gaming chair, and faced Chen Jing: "Chen Jing."
"Ah?" Chen Jing responded, and continued to speak quickly to Lan Bowen: "Besides, this is not her home, and it is not her who has the final say."
Shengcheng: "This is my home."
Chen Jing: "Of course I know this is your home."
Shengcheng: "I know it's my house, but I'm still messing around here."
Chen Jing: "?"
Sheng Kuang looked at him: "Also, who did you call squeamish just now?"