Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

Ye Zhaohong still has the common sense that many people are powerful.When there were more people, he also knew that no one wanted to see him, so he left angrily alone.

After the porters had moved all the things in, Luo Weiyu closed the door, put the furniture directly into the space bag, and prepared to take it upstairs later.

The same is true for Ling Chuan and Qingkong. The original furniture and the new ones are put into the space bag together, and then they are taken out after finding the correct location, saving even the transportation.

Luo Weiyu sat on the sofa with nostalgia and sighed, "Hey, I will bid farewell to this place where I have lived for more than a year!"

Ling Chuan was so angry that he threw a pillow over, "It's like you're not coming!"

Luo Weiyu leaned on her face, and said seriously: "What's the difference? This used to be our home, but now I have my own home. This is your home alone!"

Ling Chuan curled his lips, "Yes, you and Xiaoyong have a family and a business!"

Luo Weiyu rolled his eyes at him, "What nonsense are you talking about in front of the child!"

Han Jiyong was also sitting next to him, reading with his head down, but when he heard the words, he raised his head and gave him a faint look.

Luo Weiyu was speechless for a while, and couldn't continue speaking.

Afterwards, Han Jiyong never paid attention to Luo Weiyu until he went upstairs.

The four of them went upstairs after eating downstairs.

The style of the things Han Jiyong bought is completely different from Qingkong's.White is the main tone, with occasional black elements, which looks a little cold, but it is softened by the sky blue wallpaper.

The style is post-modern, with a strong sense of design, and it is very beautiful after the whole is done.

At this time, Han Jiyong's expression softened a little.

Luo Weiyu looked at the newly decorated room in surprise—there was a sense of relief that there was a young girl in my family who had grown up.

It was midnight when everything was finished.Ling Chuan and Qingkong went downstairs, Luo Weiyu and Han Jiyong stayed on it.

Now that there are two rooms, there is no need to live together.

Han Jiyong was assigned to the guest bedroom, and Luo Weiyu even placed his books in a row on the newly purchased bookshelf.

"Then, that's it for now, good night! If you want to read, Yong'er, remember to go to bed early, anyway, you don't have to get up early tomorrow, and you can sleep a little longer."

Han Jiyong silently nodded.

Luo Weiyu went back to the room by herself, put out all the pillows brought up from downstairs, spread them all over the bed, and then sank when she lay on them.

He enjoyed the feeling of sinking in, being surrounded on all sides, it felt like submerging in water, which made him feel safe.Ling Chuan complained about him many times, saying: "Since you like this feeling so much, I'll bury you some other day!"

In fact, he really tried.

Someone wanted him to experience the feeling of watching himself being buried, burying him bit by bit with soil, but he didn't know that he knew that he would not die, so he was not afraid at all, but enjoyed it immensely. The man was scared to death.

Luo Weiyu sighed, turned over and buried her head in the pillow.

There was a feeling of suffocation like drowning.He couldn't breathe, but it made him even more excited.His whole body trembled, and his breathing became heavy.What Ye Zhaohong said was right, he really liked it...but the physical liking couldn't overcome the psychological resistance at all.But he shouldn't be like this!

Luo Weiyu raised her head, her face flushed red.Suffocation can't calm him down, he chose the wrong way.

He went into the bathroom.

The warm water hit his body, and a mist formed on the mirror in front of him, and he could only see his own figure dimly.

Luo Weiyu gritted her teeth.A stream of blood mixed with blood flowed to the ground along the corner of the bitten mouth, whirled and rushed into the sewer.