Huo Yao woke up very early the next day. Her biological clock was always very accurate, and she couldn't get up at six o'clock every morning.
However, because of the new environment, she lay down and dozed off for a few minutes before slowly getting up, lazily went into the bathroom to wash for a while, and then sat cross-legged on the ground when she came out, and began to organize the things in the suitcase.
She didn't bring much clothes, just two sets, and the rest of the space was full of unlabeled bottles and cans, and two iron boxes with a quaint atmosphere.
Huo Yao just took out the clothes, thought for a while, and picked out two more bottles from a pile of bottles and cans, then closed the suitcase, zipped it up, and did not lock the combination lock again.
She looked up and scanned the room, and finally Huo Yao's eyes fell on the closet door next to her, then she stood up and walked over with the suitcase.
Pushing open the door of the cupboard, Huo Yao was a little surprised to see the clothes hanging full inside.
Although the clothes don't have labels, they are all new at first glance, and the quality doesn't look bad. As for the style... Huo Yao doesn't have any ambiguity, at least it's more tasteful than the pink, tender and girlish decoration.
After finding a corner of the box and stuffing it in, Huo Yao changed into sportswear again, put his long hair in a bun and left the room.
She has the habit of jogging in the morning, so she won't change her way of working and resting just because she changed places.
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After eight o'clock, Song Ning had already prepared breakfast and served it on the dining table. She glanced at the stairs, and then at her husband who was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, "Old Huo, do you want to ask your daughter to get up for breakfast first?" ?”
Huo Jinyan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said: "The child was so tired yesterday and slept late, so don't disturb her and let her sleep more."
"Okay." Song Ning nodded, and when she was about to say something else, the doorbell rang, she couldn't help but looked up at the door, and asked strangely, "Who knocks on the door so early in the morning?"
Huo Jinyan put down the newspaper, thoughtfully, "Could it be finance?"
Song Ning glanced at him, "Brother, today is only the 20th, and there are still a few days before settlement."
Huo Jinyan suddenly realized "Oh", paused, and said: "Then you tell the finance minister not to come to the house this month. My daughter just came back, so I'm afraid I'll scare her."
Song Ning thought for a while, and felt that what her husband said made sense, and said, "That's fine, I'll go and see who is knocking on the door first."
Soon, the inner door opened, and when Song Ning looked at Huo Yao who was standing outside the security door, she was still stunned for two seconds, then recovered, she hurriedly unscrewed the door lock, and said in a shocked voice, "Yaoyao, what are you doing?" outside?"
Huo Yao had just finished running, her fair face was still flushed after exercise, a few strands of hair were sticking to her cheeks, and a drop of sweat dripped down, she raised her hand and wiped it lightly, "I exercised in the morning habit."
When Song Ning heard this, he nodded in surprise, "Morning jogging is good, it's a good habit."
But after a few seconds of pause, she hurriedly added: "It's okay for girls to sleep in late, it's good for the skin."
Huo Yao's lips twitched.
"Mother has already prepared breakfast, you can go up and take a shower before eating." Song Ning continued as she walked into the house.
"good."
"By the way, there are clothes in the closet. They are all newly bought by my mother. You can see if you still like them. If you don't like them, you can go back and change another batch."
Another batch
Huo Yao paused suddenly, with a complicated expression on his face, "Mom, does our family have a mine?"
Song Ning turned around with shock on his face. He had said "Otherwise, I can arrange a designer to come and make a tailor-made for you." Suddenly, he faltered.
(end of this chapter)