Shen Qian didn't look at her, and said quietly: "... There is nothing inconvenient."
In this way, Shen Hou stayed in the south of the second floor.
This also means that she was admitted, although it was only admitted by Shen Zongming and Shen Chunjiang.
The room is very spacious with a separate bathroom.
The bed is large, covered with light blue sheets, and the dressing table is on the left.
A pair of small orange sofas were randomly placed near the window, which seemed very soft.
Shen Hou stood still, and glanced, both.
At the third eye, they decided to change their positions and moved to the end of the bed.
She thought that if a snow-white cashmere carpet were added, the orange would be more dazzling.
Shen Hun sat down and leaned back in the chair.
His eyes flowed through this room, as if looking at something precious, but sarcasm flashed. You know, she worked hard for seven years in her last life, but she couldn't live on the second floor.
Knock—
There was a knock on the door.
Shen Hou raised his eyebrows: "Who?"
"Miss San, I will bring your luggage up for you."
She got up to open the door, and the maid stood at the door carrying a shabby plastic suitcase: "Do you need me to help you organize your clothes?"
"No need." After speaking, he slammed the door shut.
The maid is a little confused, not that the third lady is soft-tempered, just like dough, why just now...
She didn't know how to describe it, but it was definitely not the kind and friendly way she imagined.
Shen Hun did not miss the moment when the door closed, and the maid's eyes were filled with astonishment. But so what
She acted in front of the Shen family in order to keep a low profile and act in front of her servants. It would be too exhausting and too cheap.
Useless work, Shen Hun always disdains to do it.
She throws away a lot of old clothes before they come, so the box is very light.
I cleaned out the few sets of clothes I brought, folded them and put them in the closet, occupying only a small corner.
Really poor.
Shen Xu couldn't help sighing.
Picked out a nightdress, held it in his hand, kicked off his shoes, and then neatly took off the white skirt from bottom to top, humming a pop song that will only appear in a few years, and walked naked to the bathroom.
Due to the rush of check-in, the "careless servant" had not had time to prepare the toiletries, Shen Wei sneered, and Yang Lan's rank was nothing but this.
Compared to the head mother who was covered up with gentleness in her emotions and anger four years later, she was as tender as an astringent fruit.
That's right, Shen Chunjiang hasn't broken her sincerely at this time. Human beings can only grow in the face of repeated blows.
Fortunately, she brought her own toothbrush, towel, and soap. Although rough, it was enough.
Shen Hun didn't wash for too long and didn't use the bathtub.
Drying her body and putting on cotton pajamas, she spread out the long hair she had pulled up, and the original black hair became fluffy and curled.
Her favorite furniture in the whole room, except for the pair of small sofas, is the full-length mirror.
Standing in the front, taking a photo, after making sure that there was no major problem, he picked up a glass and walked downstairs.
On the spiral staircase, I ran into Shen Qian by accident.
She went downstairs and he went upstairs.
The man was wearing home clothes and he had apparently washed himself, and the light in the living room shone on his side of his face, which made Shen Wei think of a word—
People on the Mo are like jade.
She was a little dumbfounded, of course, it could be embarrassment that made her not know how to speak.
Shen Qian is like a behaviorist, involuntarily trying to figure out her mental activities through the girl's physical movements.
This will make him feel... a sense of accomplishment
Ah!
The girl finally plucked up the courage and yelled timidly: "Brother..."
Shen Qian's nose was itchy, and he moved slightly.
"Yeah." The faint tone of voice was a bit nonsense.
The young girl didn't feel being taken lightly, but secretly relieved, as if she was delighted to get his one-word response.
"Then I will go down and get a glass of water..." She turned the glass in her hand.
Shen Qian didn't look at her anymore. In fact, he had already looked away, but he was a little lingering.
The moment they passed by, the two went their separate ways, but the fragrance from the girl's body pierced his nostrils tenaciously.
Heh... It's Shufujia soap.
Shen Hun walked to the living room and stood in front of the water dispenser waiting to be heated, and the sound of the man's footsteps gradually disappeared from the second floor. She was really relieved until the sound of closing the door.
Shen Qian, the young master of the Shen family, the actual controlling shareholder and president of Mingda's Tianshui Real Estate, was trained by his father as an heir since he was a child. Although he is only 24 years old, he has good abilities.
Tianshui Real Estate's growing size is enough to prove his extraordinary business acumen.
In the last life, she was given a loud slap by this man because she could not bear Shen Yan's insult and poured water on her head. From then on, her left ear was permanently deaf.
Shen Chen raised his hand and touched the left earlobe, the humming noise seemed to come back again.
She shivered.
It was Shen Qian who personally taught her the first lesson in Shen's house.
The memory is so fresh that I have never forgotten it from the beginning. Don't worry, I will return it one day.
She took half a cup of hot water and mixed with half a cup of cold water, she held it in her hand and was about to go upstairs.
Suddenly, the door of the study room on the left opened, and Shen Chunjiang came out from inside, squinting his eyes, rubbing his temple wearily.
Shen Hun suddenly smiled.
Holding the glass, greet him, "Dad—"