Your Miss Su is blackened

Half an hour later, the car arrived at No. [-] Mansion.

Fu Moxing took the two boxes out of the trunk.

He pushed the big one, she pushed the small one, and they walked towards the villa together.

Shizheng was nervous for no reason.

When the door of the living room was pushed open and she looked at the place where she had lived for three years, she saw that the layout inside was exactly the same as it was five years ago.

All of a sudden, the days when two people got along in those marriages passed by in front of their eyes, as if it was yesterday.

After Fu Mo walked in, Shi Zheng was still standing at the door.

He looked back at her gloomy face, raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong?"

He thought she should have remembered the days when he used to live here.

However, Shi Zheng smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, I was shocked by the high-end decoration layout of Mr. Fu's house, and suddenly felt that the life of a rich person like me, a female artist in the entertainment industry, cannot be imagined."

"Really?" he asked doubtfully.

Shi Zheng's face was sincere: "Yes, I was so scared that I didn't even know how to go."

Fu Moxing stared into her eyes: "Lanxi Villa doesn't seem to be worse than here."

"It's far away. Many things in Lanxi Villa are high imitations. Mr. Fu's place is real, right?"

"With this kind of vision, you should be no stranger to life in the upper class?"

He presses every step of the way, with deliberate temptations in every sentence.

But on the contrary, the answer she gave was flawless: "No, I just feel that with Mr. Fu's status and status, he will not put some things that cannot be put on the table at home, and I am a female artist. The authenticity of the ornaments is not important, beautiful Just fine."

Fu Moxing's probing eyes fell on her face, looking at her wantonly.

He seemed to be trying to find some flaws in her words, but to no avail.

The man slightly curled his lips, stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, and brought Shi Zheng in: "Since you've moved here, this will be your home from now on, so just do whatever you want."

Shi Zheng looked at him, then looked at him and held her hand, with an intoxicating smile on her lips.

She let go of the handle of the suitcase, and when the man was not expecting it, she hugged his thin waist, leaned her head on his chest, and smiled with her lips: "I will, thank you."

Fu Moxing frowned, feeling that the softness in his arms was exactly the same as when he was holding Su Wan five years ago.

The fragrance of her hair invaded his nostrils and flooded all his olfactory nerves.

The man's hand was suspended in the air because of surprise. After hesitation, when he was about to put it on the woman's back, the phone rang.

The strange atmosphere was interrupted by the phone ringtone.

Shi Zheng wisely got up from his arms: "You answer the phone, I'll take the small suitcase to the second floor, by the way, which one is my bedroom?"

"Second from the left."

"Ok."

After the words fell, she pushed the suitcase and walked towards the stairs.

While staring at her Su Wan-like back, Fu Moxing took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket and swiped to answer: "What's the matter?"

Lin Zhan's voice came over: "Boss Fu, the appraisal result is out."

He frowned, his whole body became tense, and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

"The appraisal agency notified me to go and get it, but I haven't seen it yet."

"Send me the address, and I'll pick it up myself."

"Yes."

When Fu Moxing answered the phone, Shizheng came out from the room on the second floor and stood in the corridor.

The man took her suitcase upstairs, stopped in the corridor and pushed the suitcase to her side, and said directly: "I have important things to go out now, do you have a problem at home alone?"