Liang Yun woke up in Chen Yang's bed.
The legs were dry and clean, and obviously I had a shower, and the hair was filled with the smell of men's shampoo.
She pulled over to the end of her long hair and placed it under her nose to smell it lightly, with a faint fragrance of freesia and cedar.
Chen Yang's taste.
Liang Yun got off the bed and wrapped her body in the sheets.The bare feet, touching the ground, are soft Persian carpets.
On one side of the big bed are the floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire side, which allows you to see the sea view not far away.
If you open the window, you should be able to hear the sound of waves.
Liang Yun hid behind the thick velvet curtains and secretly looked outside and inquired.
An idea came up:
She suddenly wanted to hold hands with Chen Yang and walked barefoot on the beach.I lowered my head to pick up coral beads and looked up at the sun, moon and stars.
He hugged her shoulders, and she hummed her beloved song and walked forward slowly.
It is as real as a still scene in a movie. She can even see the facial expressions of two people clearly, but it has nothing to do with the practice of the scene.Without the training of the master and slave, just walking on the beach with his fingers in his arms is the beauty that makes her heart palpitations.
Chen Yang's voice came downstairs, so low that he couldn't hear clearly, as if something was blocking him.
Liang Yun walked along the stairs carefully to the lower level.
Chen Yang's home is a double-story duplex structure. From the second-story building corridor, you can see the entrance hall and the door is a coat rack.
Liang Yun went downstairs and lifted the drooping bed sheets to prevent herself from falling. He walked around the stairs and saw a living room on the first floor.
Furniture and decoration are both minimalist styles, either beige or gray, and the shapes are mostly square or long with edges and edges.
Chen Yang was in the study room on the other side, and his silhouette was reflected on the translucent glass door. He was still talking to people on the phone. He stood up from time to time and searched for something on the bookshelf before taking it down.
Next to the study is another room, the door is solid wood, but the pattern is different from the door of the bedroom upstairs.
Maybe a guest room?
It was rude to visit others' homes for the first time, but Liang Yun's curiosity gradually gained the upper hand.
He isn't someone else, right?
She secretly tried to convince herself.
He reached out and pushed the door, and the door was opened silently.
The room was a little empty, the ceiling was hanging high, and the floor was softer and thicker than in the bedroom.There is a small cottage with glass doors at the bottom of the room, but the door is frosted and the view inside is not clear.
There is a huge cabinet embedded in one wall, and the cabinet door looks push-pull-style.Next to it is a large waiting mirror.
Opposite the cabinet is a strange piece of furniture that is neither a bed nor a table. It seems that the headboard is made of European solid wood, but the tabletop is a black smooth leather surface.
The wall lights on the wall are orange, and the warm-toned lights are sprinkled on the cold metal spreader hanging from the ceiling.
Liang Yun visited At this point, he suddenly understood the purpose of this room. He suddenly realized that Ah said, turned around quickly and wanted to leave.
As soon as I turned around, I saw Chen Yang leaning against the door frame, looking at her leisurely, with a little carelessness in her seriousness, but the corners of her mouth were raised.
Ah, are you done?Liang Yun tightened the sheets that were still wrapped around her body, deliberately changing the topic and quietly moving towards the place where she leaned against the wall.
Well, there is some urgent matter at work, and it has been handled.Chen Yang's movements did not change at all, but his eyes were staring at her every small movement.
Do you have any clothes I can wear here?Liang Yun asked tentatively.
How could she know that Chen Yang would bring her home, and she had no clothes to change.
No Ah.Chen Yang sighed deliberately with some regret.
I knew it was this answer.
Liang Yun thought that even the shampoos she used for when taking a shower were all for men, so how could there be women's clothes in this house?
She suddenly felt a little happy that she couldn't tell the reason: maybe it was because there were no clues about other women's lives in Chen Yang's home.
Well, the home of the standard single elite men.
Only this room is a little different...
But what other clothes do you need to wear when you come here?
Chen Yang left the door frame leaning against and gently closed the door. The door lock fell down from the small theater with a loud noise.
Wedding house decoration
(Bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom
Chen Yang: I listen to her, and Yunyun pretends to be like whatever she likes.
(studio)
Chen Yang: You must listen to me!I don’t listen to me here, it’s a rebellion!
The legs were dry and clean, and obviously I had a shower, and the hair was filled with the smell of men's shampoo.
She pulled over to the end of her long hair and placed it under her nose to smell it lightly, with a faint fragrance of freesia and cedar.
Chen Yang's taste.
Liang Yun got off the bed and wrapped her body in the sheets.The bare feet, touching the ground, are soft Persian carpets.
On one side of the big bed are the floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire side, which allows you to see the sea view not far away.
If you open the window, you should be able to hear the sound of waves.
Liang Yun hid behind the thick velvet curtains and secretly looked outside and inquired.
An idea came up:
She suddenly wanted to hold hands with Chen Yang and walked barefoot on the beach.I lowered my head to pick up coral beads and looked up at the sun, moon and stars.
He hugged her shoulders, and she hummed her beloved song and walked forward slowly.
It is as real as a still scene in a movie. She can even see the facial expressions of two people clearly, but it has nothing to do with the practice of the scene.Without the training of the master and slave, just walking on the beach with his fingers in his arms is the beauty that makes her heart palpitations.
Chen Yang's voice came downstairs, so low that he couldn't hear clearly, as if something was blocking him.
Liang Yun walked along the stairs carefully to the lower level.
Chen Yang's home is a double-story duplex structure. From the second-story building corridor, you can see the entrance hall and the door is a coat rack.
Liang Yun went downstairs and lifted the drooping bed sheets to prevent herself from falling. He walked around the stairs and saw a living room on the first floor.
Furniture and decoration are both minimalist styles, either beige or gray, and the shapes are mostly square or long with edges and edges.
Chen Yang was in the study room on the other side, and his silhouette was reflected on the translucent glass door. He was still talking to people on the phone. He stood up from time to time and searched for something on the bookshelf before taking it down.
Next to the study is another room, the door is solid wood, but the pattern is different from the door of the bedroom upstairs.
Maybe a guest room?
It was rude to visit others' homes for the first time, but Liang Yun's curiosity gradually gained the upper hand.
He isn't someone else, right?
She secretly tried to convince herself.
He reached out and pushed the door, and the door was opened silently.
The room was a little empty, the ceiling was hanging high, and the floor was softer and thicker than in the bedroom.There is a small cottage with glass doors at the bottom of the room, but the door is frosted and the view inside is not clear.
There is a huge cabinet embedded in one wall, and the cabinet door looks push-pull-style.Next to it is a large waiting mirror.
Opposite the cabinet is a strange piece of furniture that is neither a bed nor a table. It seems that the headboard is made of European solid wood, but the tabletop is a black smooth leather surface.
The wall lights on the wall are orange, and the warm-toned lights are sprinkled on the cold metal spreader hanging from the ceiling.
Liang Yun visited At this point, he suddenly understood the purpose of this room. He suddenly realized that Ah said, turned around quickly and wanted to leave.
As soon as I turned around, I saw Chen Yang leaning against the door frame, looking at her leisurely, with a little carelessness in her seriousness, but the corners of her mouth were raised.
Ah, are you done?Liang Yun tightened the sheets that were still wrapped around her body, deliberately changing the topic and quietly moving towards the place where she leaned against the wall.
Well, there is some urgent matter at work, and it has been handled.Chen Yang's movements did not change at all, but his eyes were staring at her every small movement.
Do you have any clothes I can wear here?Liang Yun asked tentatively.
How could she know that Chen Yang would bring her home, and she had no clothes to change.
No Ah.Chen Yang sighed deliberately with some regret.
I knew it was this answer.
Liang Yun thought that even the shampoos she used for when taking a shower were all for men, so how could there be women's clothes in this house?
She suddenly felt a little happy that she couldn't tell the reason: maybe it was because there were no clues about other women's lives in Chen Yang's home.
Well, the home of the standard single elite men.
Only this room is a little different...
But what other clothes do you need to wear when you come here?
Chen Yang left the door frame leaning against and gently closed the door. The door lock fell down from the small theater with a loud noise.
Wedding house decoration
(Bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom
Chen Yang: I listen to her, and Yunyun pretends to be like whatever she likes.
(studio)
Chen Yang: You must listen to me!I don’t listen to me here, it’s a rebellion!
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