Seeing that Shen Haoxuan was so excited, Shen Wangjin's face remained calm. He looked at Zhuang Yibo and said, "Go in first and have a look at the room."
Zhuang Yibo raised his eyes and looked at the three-story villa, thought for a while, and said, "I'll live on the third floor. It can be quieter."
But Shen Wangjin shook his head and said, "You live on the first and second floors."
She lives on the first and second floors, does that mean Shen Haoxuan lives on the third floor?
Since he arranged it like this, he naturally had his reasons. Zhuang Yibo also thought this arrangement was good. After nodding, he opened the door and got out of the car.
When Shen Haoxuan saw her figure, he became even more angry. Even Shen Wangjin didn't care and said a lot of stupid things indiscriminately.
Zhuang Yibo just pretended that he didn't hear anything and walked straight into the villa.
Although he had already guessed it before entering the door, Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but laugh when he saw the Steinway piano placed in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window.
She walked over slowly and gently touched the piano body, then raised her head and looked at the entire villa.
The villa is tall and open, with a warm and bright decoration style. The curtains downstairs are made of light gauze, providing excellent lighting.
This was a villa that suited her preferences, but was incompatible with his previous style.
After all, in the past, he always liked to hide himself in dark rooms covered by thick curtains, feeling lonely and depressed.
But now, he started to look different.
Soon, she found her own room on the second floor, which was almost a one-to-one replica of the bedroom he designed for her. She moved from the Shen family mansion to Tongcheng, and then moved here from Tongcheng - even
The chairs that were sent back to Italy for repair were all original.
Zhuang Yibo walked to the window and sat down on the familiar chair. When he turned around, he could see the small back garden.
It is already late autumn, but the garden is well-kept and the flowers are still in full bloom.
Zhuang Yibo sat there, lost in thought.
It wasn't until he heard footsteps outside the door that Zhuang Yibo suddenly came back to his senses. He stood up and walked to the door. When he opened the door, he saw Shen Wangjin who had just walked to the door of the room.
She quickly reached out her hand to support him.
Although he can be discharged from the hospital, he still needs to take a good rest before he can return to his previous state.
Shen Wangjin caught a glimpse of her nervous movements and couldn't help but said, "Why, are you worried that I can't walk steadily even after a few steps?"
After Zhuang Yibo heard this, he simply let go of his hand and said, "I know you can walk steadily, so I won't help you."
After hearing this, Shen Wangjin just chuckled, then looked at the room in front of him and said, "Do you like it here?"
"I like it..." Zhuang Yibo said hesitantly, "It's just..."
Shen Wangjin couldn't help but stare slightly, "What is it?"
"It's just my lamps..." Zhuang Yibo said, "There seems to be no suitable place to put them -"
Before she finished speaking, someone suddenly appeared in her sight behind Shen Wangjin, holding the lamps she had bought before.
Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but choked.
Seeing her reaction, Shen Wangjin said slowly: "Why is there no place to put it? Put one downstairs, one at the door, and another one on the balcony of your bedroom. Isn't it just right?"
After Zhuang Yibo heard this, he couldn't help biting his lip slightly and looking at him. The next moment, he still couldn't control himself and slowly leaned into his arms.
Shen Wangjin reached out his hand and gently hugged her.
Zhuang Yibo asked: "Situations like before will never happen again, right?"
After a long time, I finally heard Shen Wangjin reply: "Well, it won't happen again."