The floors in Shangjingwan are not high, each building has eight floors, with three staircases and two units on the first floor.
I heard that Luyao lived on the sixth floor.
Entering the room, Cheng Cheng, who had never seen the world, exclaimed: "Oh my God!"
The house is more than 260 square meters, with four bedrooms and two living rooms. Each room is very spacious. The decoration is mainly cool colors, simple and tasteful, which is Wen Luyao's favorite style.
In addition to the master bedroom and guest study, there is also a nanny's room.
"Lu Yao, the rent of this house must be expensive.
I just checked and the total price of our set is tens of millions."
Cheng Cheng was speechless, "Is our new agent a stupid big business owner?"
Wen Luyao: "..."
She looked everywhere.
What pleased her the most was the particularly large dressing room in the master bedroom.
Artists have a lot of clothes. When they heard about the house where Lu Yao lived before, they would set aside a separate room as a cloakroom. Unexpectedly, they brought one here.
"You can live here too."
I heard Lu Yao said.
Cheng Cheng: "No, no, you have to have your own private life.
If there are no boundaries between us, sooner or later we will drift apart."
Wen Luyao: "..."
I made an appointment with Cheng Cheng to move things over tomorrow. It was getting late. I heard that Lu Yao and Cheng Cheng planned to go out to eat something and then send Cheng Cheng home.
As soon as he walked out of the door, he met two people in the corridor.
There were two men. The one in front was a tall man with very short hair and a serious look. He wore a custom-made suit that looked upright and had a good temperament.
The person holding the document bag behind him should be an assistant or secretary.
When they met him head-on, Wen Luyao glanced at his face.
Unexpectedly, the man paused slightly, as if he was surprised.
Wen Luyao didn't understand the complicated expression on the stranger's face at that moment.
She looked at him for two seconds, thinking that he was her neighbor, nodded to him, and planned to walk over.
The man subconsciously reached out and took her arm.
The change was so fast that three of the four people were surprised, except the man.
He looked at Wen Luyao, as if he wanted to look deeply into her eyes: "I, do I know you?"
Wen Luyao: "..."
Brother, in which era did you use such an old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation?
The secretary following behind him looked embarrassed.
He took a few steps forward: "Mr. Xue!"
The man's mood was inexplicable, and he seemed to be on the verge of losing control: "I've seen you, have you seen me?"
Cheng Cheng immediately stepped forward, opened the man's hand, protected Wen Luyao behind him, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing?
There are cameras in the corridor, if you do this again I will call the police!"
The man seemed to have regained consciousness for a moment.
There was a thin layer of tears in his eyes for no apparent reason, and he wanted to look harder at Wen Luyao.
Hearing that Lu Yao was slightly surprised.
"My boss is an artist. Isn't it strange that you know him? He can't remember to go home and check his phone!"
Cheng Cheng continued loudly, "But if you are so good at it, are you educated?"