Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"The addition of our house has been completed. From today on, each of the seven of you will have his own house, which you can mix and match as you like!"

Song Lingjia: "Ah! That's great, great!"

Song Yue: "Thank you, mother."

Shi Le'an: "Thank you for your hard work, mother."

Song Qingyi: "I asked why I didn't see Aunt Liu and the others. It turns out that they are finished. The speed is really fast and amazing."

Song Can: "Mom, can you go and have a look?"

Song Leyu: "Mother, you are the best."

Song Chuan's face was filled with anticipation, and he raised his head and looked at Song Tingran, his eyes full of stars.

Song Tingran waved his hand and took the Zaizai directly to the third floor to check. The husbands also followed.

When going up the stairs, Sang Cheng suddenly realized that if it was winter, the stairs would definitely be difficult to walk and would be slippery, but since the Zazai were already determined to live here, moving would be troublesome.

I immediately made a decision in my mind to lay a layer of mat on this staircase. The amount of work is huge, and I will start to do it soon.

The first room on the third floor, the room above Changyu Bridge, is Shi Lean's room.

Song Tingran considered placing the boy's room as close to the inside as possible, as close as possible.

"An'an, go in and take a look, this is your room."

"Okay, mother."

At the door of each child's house, there are three wooden signs hanging with names, do not disturb, and knock to enter.

Children also need their own little world. This method was thought up by Song Tingran, which can protect privacy to the greatest extent and show innocence.

Sure enough, because of the existence of these three wooden signs, the Zaizai were already exploded.

Qiao Jinshu was envious and tugged on Song Tingran's sleeve. Suddenly he felt that the direction was not right, so he immediately moved away and walked to Xiao Yuchen's side.

"Second brother, I want that wooden sign too. Can you make it?"

"Well, yes, it's very simple, but it's just a trick to coax children."

"I want it, please, second brother, make me one, it's the same thing."

Xiao Yuchen immediately agreed. It was very simple, but he just didn't understand it and felt it was not practical yet. It was better to use it as firewood.

Shi Lean looked around in his room. He saw a row of large bookcases connected to a desk and a large comfortable chair. He looked at it and liked it.

"An'an, do you like it?"

"I like it, I like it so much, mother, thank you."

Shi Le'an greeted his sisters and brothers and came in to have a look. The Zaizai couldn't wait for a long time, but after all, it is a new house, and it is best to let the owner of the house see it first. This kind of joy is different of.

Shi Yan touched Shi Le'an's head and said, "Wait for dad to buy you more books you like and fill this bookcase up, okay?"

"it is good!"

Next to it was Song Qingyi's room. He opened the door and walked in. Standing in the room, he didn't know where to look first.

There was a big bed, big enough for him to roll around on, and a huge table full of little things that he had nothing to do before.

"Mother, do you still keep these?"

"Yes, even the mud you pinched when you were two years old has been saved. It used to be placed in the storage room. Now that you have your own room, you can put it away wherever you like."

"Thank you, mother."

There were many boxes in Song Qingyi's house, which were convenient for storing things and were arranged neatly. At first, he was worried about whether there would also be large bookcases.

Next to it is Song Chuan's room. He always talks less and is more Buddhist-like. There is nothing he particularly likes or dislikes, anything is fine.

Not picky about food, well-behaved and cute, if placed in modern times, he would be the dream grandchild in the eyes of many grandmothers.

"Chuan, go take a look at your room. If you feel something is not right, my mother will help you renovate it."

"Mom, I like them all."

Song Tingran opened the door for him, and under everyone's gaze, he walked into his room.

The things inside are relatively simple, but there is everything, a bed, a bedside table, a wardrobe, a dresser, a desk, and a fluffy carpet beside the bed.

Song Tingran seemed to have seen the cute Song Chuan sitting on the carpet with bare feet one afternoon, basking in the sun.

"Chuan, let's see what else you like. It just so happens that my mother is going to town tomorrow and will buy it for you."

"Well... I like it very much without my mother."

It can be seen that Song Chuan really likes her. He rarely expresses his love on weekdays. Now he holds Song Tingran's hand, which is a bit coquettish.

Just around the corner was Song Leyu's house. She couldn't wait any longer. The three houses in front were really nice, and she wanted to see hers as soon as possible.

"Xiao Yu, it's your turn."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Song Leyu opened the door. As soon as he entered, he saw the bedside, which was made into a tree house.

The semi-enclosed large bed is very safe, and the large bookcase is almost the same as Shi Le'an's, which can store a lot of books.

"Oh my God, how the hell is this done?"

Not only Song Leyu, but other children also came in to look at this novel bed.

"Don't you like tree houses? Now that you have one at home, you don't have to go to the children's paradise all the time."

Song Leyu rushed over and hugged Song Tingran, rubbing his head. This was simply a love room in a dream.

Song Lingjia was anxious to death, but she had just seen the names at the door of each house, and she was the last one.

"It's beautiful. Sister Yueyue should be next, right?"

Song Tingran knew Song Lingjia's little thoughts and said hurriedly: "Well, we are in Yueyue. Let's go and see it together."

Qiao Jinshu reluctantly pulled Song Lingjia over, and said with a teaching look: "Can you be more steady, we are going to meet you soon, can you still fly in that house?"

"Dad, are you still talking about me? Don't you remember that you had a separate room before you told me? You are more anxious than me..."

"Did I tell you?"

"hold head high."

"...Let's go and see Yueyue's room. Don't worry about talking back to me."

Song Lingjia had no choice but to stick out her tongue and lay by the door to watch.

Song Changyue was touching her dressing table. She had loved dressing up since she was a child, and this wardrobe was also very large.

Coupled with the inheritance of Chang Yuqiao, she has also been talented in musical instruments since she was a child. She would read the music scores when she had nothing to do. Her dream has always been to learn the guzheng.

But before, she had been playing Yueqin with Chang Yuqiao, and she had only seen this guzheng in books.

Now, in front of her window, there is a valuable guzheng, which Song Tingran secretly asked Lin Qinghe to buy from Shengjing City.

"Mom, this guzheng is expensive, and I don't know how to play it."

"It's not expensive. I bought it with your New Year's money. Don't you like it? Mom will find a master for you and you can start learning directly." Song Tingran was joking, but it was true that he wanted to send her to learn guzheng.