To My Dear Mr. Huo

Seeing her face change, Huo Jinyao took her little hand upstairs: "Come on, let's go upstairs and take a look first."

Su Qingsang stood still on the stairs, looking at Huo Jinyao: "I think it's better for me to leave now."

"Don't. Wife, you can't go."

Stretching out his hand to hold Su Qingsang's, Huo Jinyao had a rascal smile on his face: "You're gone, where can I find such a good wife?"

"Slick tongue. Don't use this trick in front of me, it's useless."

"Wife, look at you. I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart. Why don't you believe it?"

Su Qingsang didn't even look at him, Huo Jinyao saw her standing still, and quickly took her hand upstairs: "I live on the third floor, there is an elevator in the other corner, but I like to take the stairs.

The house has a total of six and a half floors, the first floor living and dining room, kitchen and banquet living room, as well as multi-purpose room and gym. The second floor is my grandfather's room and our study.

I live on the third floor, and there are several guest rooms, my parents on the fourth floor, and almost all the guest rooms on the fifth and sixth floors. However, a fixed room was prepared for the group of people downstairs. "

Huo Jinyao took her hand and led her upstairs while introducing her.

Su Qingsang didn't speak, but looked at the exquisite carvings on both sides, and the painting hanging at the corner of the stairs.

Everything in front of her was two worlds completely opposite to her life.

After going up to the third floor and entering the door, Su Qingsang was startled by the oversized room.

Even though I heard Huo Jinyao's introduction just now, I was still a little surprised.

The spacious room seemed to be half the size of her apartment. Pure European decoration.

Carved bed, Italian handmade furniture. There is also that very comfortable but also expensive chaise longue that is placed near the balcony.

Su Qingsang glanced at Huo Jinyao, and he was also looking at her: "Honey, the luggage is brought up, come here. There is a cloakroom here, and I also have someone prepare clothes."

Bring Su Qingsang to the cloakroom, her luggage has already been brought up.

Su Qingsang glanced at the cloakroom, which was bigger than her room, and then at the high-end custom-made clothes hanging there.

She didn't know much about fashion, and she knew that the clothes were expensive. It's like this hand-made suit hanging on her hand.

She once heard Shi Mengwan say that a suit costs more than 200,000 yuan. There are rich people who specially order wedding dresses from abroad.

But now, it's just hanging with a lot of clothes.

Su Qingsang turned to look at Huo Jinyao. Thinking of when he moved into her house with a suitcase, his clothes of unknown brands were hanging in her small cloakroom.

Should she say that he is a good disguise? Or it should be said that he was really condescending to her.

"What's wrong?"

Su Qingsang looked at Huo Jinyao furiously, and he looked forward to Su Qingsang: "Honey, what's wrong with you?"

"Young Master Huo." Following the address of that person at the airport just now, Su Qingsang's tone was calm, without much emotion: "You have lived with me these past few months, I really wronged you."

"Honey, what are you talking about?" The smile on Huo Jinyao's face was somewhat awkward.

"What did I say?" Su Qingsang stood in the cloakroom, caressed the clothes hanging on it unconsciously, and turned to look at him with a mocking expression.

"Look at these high-end custom-made suits, such a big house, you are the young master of the Huo family. Isn't it too wronged you to live with me in my small apartment in his early 100s?"

It's time to settle accounts after autumn. Third watch. Continue tomorrow. .