"Come on, Qingming... let's see where these photos should be placed."
Yang Sen took Zhou Qingqing's hand and took her to take a look at the layout of the home.
Went all the way to the second floor and stood on the aisle.
"Look here... these are basically photos of me! But from now on, there will be photos of the two of us!"
Yang Sen asked him to look at the pictures on both sides of the aisle.
Zhou Qingqing nodded slightly.
"You must be tired! Come here and take a rest first!"
Yang Sen pulled her forward again.
Walking in, it turned out to be a large glass flower room.
As soon as I walked in, I felt warm and could see the colorful flowers in bloom.
On the edge next to the window is a long rocking chair, wrapped with fresh ivy.
In ordinary people, this kind of ivy is fake, but here it is real.
"Sit down, I'll go downstairs and get you some juice!"
Yang Sen asked Zhou Qingying to sit on the rocking chair, then turned around and went out.
Zhou Qingqing looked at the white rocking chair he was sitting on and gently touched the green leaves on it with his fingers.
Every breath is filled with the fragrance of flowers.
At this moment, at a glance, they are all delicate flowers.
From the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of you, you can see the view of the back garden of the villa, which is also very beautiful.
The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the home, making the whole body warm.
In winter, it is actually good to sit here and read a book.
At this time, Zhou Qingqing looked to the left again, and happened to see a small bookshelf on the left, right in the middle of the flowers, which looked particularly antique.
She walked over and rummaged through it, and found that it was all a fairy tale book.
Zhou Qingqing felt very surprised that someone like Yang Sen could actually read fairy tale books.
"Why do you like it?"
Yang Sen's voice suddenly sounded from behind, and the book in Zhou Qingying's hand fell down in response.
"What, did I scare you?"
Yang Sen smiled, a flash of light quickly flashing in his eyes.
"a little bit!"
Zhou Qingying put the book in his hand into the bookcase again.
She sat in the rocking chair.
This rocking chair is a two-person rocking chair with a very clever design. In the middle of the two people, there will be a small stand on which a teacup can be placed.
"Here, this is yours!"
Yang Sen had two glasses in his hand, and he handed the left one to Zhou Qingying.
"Thanks!"
What he was freshly squeezed was strawberry juice. The bright red strawberry juice was flowing in the glass. Through the sunlight, you could vaguely see the small black dots inside the glass flowing.
Yang Sen put his cup on the shelf.
Before he sat down, his eyes suddenly stared at the flowerpot on the side.
"This position is wrong!"
At that time, he walked over and reached out to adjust the position of the flower pot.
Any furnishings at home must be in their fixed position, otherwise he will feel very uncomfortable.
When Zhou Qingying saw him adjusting the flower pot, he quietly exchanged the glass inside with the glass placed on the shelf by Yang Sen.
Just when he was changing, Yang Sen happened to turn his head.
Zhou Qingqing felt his heart beating loudly. He was too nervous.