Ye Qianqian blinked, shrank her head, and said, "No, I'm not not living here, so I can't put all the burden on you. Buying a house in Cannes is very expensive."
Shen Zhilie chuckled, "I can still afford the down payment, don't worry."
"How big are you going to buy?"
"Bigger than this."
“This one is only over 70 square meters.”
"About one hundred and fifty."
"Ah, wouldn't it be too big for the two of us?"
Most importantly, it’s expensive!
"No, we will have children in the future. I don't think it will be enough."
Ye Qianqian raised her eyes and asked, "Ah, aren't you going back to the capital?"
"You can go back to the capital if you want. If you want to settle down in the capital, you can leave the house here or sell it."
"Hmm..." Ye Qianqian felt indescribably touched.
Wusheng hugged Shen Zhilie tighter and snuggled into his arms, "Why are you so nice to me?"
All kinds of indulgence and pampering, this was something Ye Qianqian had never experienced before.
Shen Zhilie gave her all the feelings that she imagined a love relationship should have, and also gave her all the qualities that a husband should have.
An outstanding family background, an enviable career and an appearance that is hard to ignore.
If it were the Ye Qianqian of the past, she would never have imagined that her man would be like this.
This is so perfect it's unreal!
Shen Zhilie raised the corners of his lips slightly, feeling somewhat smug, and said, "Because I want to take you home. If I don't treat you well, what if you get abducted by someone else?"
Ye Qianqian laughed and buried herself deeper in the bed. "Go to sleep. I'm so sleepy."
"Yeah." Holding her palm tightly, Shen Zhilie also closed his eyes.
When the alarm rang, it was already daybreak.
Ye Qianqian felt a little sore all over. She opened her eyes and saw Shen Zhilie sleeping soundly in her arms.
But suddenly he raised his hand and slammed the alarm clock into silence.
Ye Qianqian stood up, pushed him away, yawned, and got dressed.
Shen Zhilie opened his eyes and saw her snow-white back. The kiss marks on it were particularly eye-catching.
But soon after Ye Qianqian put on her clothes, it became invisible.
"Wake up, it's Monday, you don't have to go to work!" Ye Qianqian covered Shen Zhilie's head with the quilt.
Shen Zhilie stretched his waist, threw back the quilt, sat up, and rushed towards her.
Ye Qianqian didn't have time to react and was pounced upon, screaming in surprise.
Shen Zhilie kissed her on the cheek and said, "I'm not going to work. If you want to eat something, I'll make it for you."
Ye Qianqian pushed him away and said coquettishly, "You scared me to death. What are you doing? I can just buy something at the subway entrance when I go to work."
"No, that won't work. Those are probably not fresh. Wait a moment, I'll see what I can make for you." Shen Zhilie said as he stood up.
Ye Qianqian threw a pillow in disgust: "Put on your clothes!"
"Ha ha!"
…
Shen Zhilie searched the refrigerator, but found nothing except instant noodles and milk.
Finally, I went downstairs to buy some bread, processed it, and poured a glass of milk. It turned into a delicious breakfast on the plate.
Ye Qianqian finished washing and dressing up. Shen Zhilie had already prepared the food and was sitting there waiting for her.
Just after taking a bite of the bread, Shen Zhilie received a call.
"Zhi Lie, where are you?"
"I'm in Cannes."
"Come back to me now!" The old lady's stern voice almost penetrated the phone and reached them.
(End of this chapter)