Seeing her change of expression, Huo Jinyao took her little hand and went upstairs: "Come, let's go upstairs to visit first."
Su Qingsang stood still on the stairs, looking at Huo Jinyao: "I think it's better for me to leave now."
"No. Wife, you can't leave."
Reaching out to hold Su Qingsang's hand, Huo Jinyao had a rogue smile on his face: "If you leave, where can I find such a good wife?"
"Glib talk. Don't do this in front of me. It's useless."
"Honey, look at you. I am speaking from the bottom of my heart. Why don't you believe it?"
Su Qingsang didn't even look at him. Huo Jinyao saw that she was standing still and quickly took her hand upstairs: "I live on the third floor and there is an elevator in the other corner, but I like to take the stairs.
The house has a total of six and a half floors, with a living room, dining room, kitchen and banquet living room on the first floor, as well as a multi-purpose room and a gym. The second floor is my grandfather's room and our study room.
I live on the third floor with a few guest rooms, my parents live on the fourth floor, and almost all guest rooms are on the fifth and sixth floors. However, a room has been prepared for the group of people downstairs when they come over. "
Huo Jinyao took her hand and led her upstairs while introducing her.
Su Qingsang said nothing, looking at the exquisite carvings on both sides and the painting hanging at the corner of the stairs.
Everything in front of her was two worlds completely opposite to her life.
After going up to the third floor and entering the door, Su Qingsang was shocked by the overly large room.
Even though I had just heard Huo Jinyao introduce it, I was still a little surprised.
The spacious room seemed to be half the size of her apartment. Pure European style decoration.
Carved large bed, Italian handmade furniture. There is also the chaise longue chair placed near the balcony, which looks extremely comfortable but is also valuable.
Su Qingsang glanced at Huo Jinyao, and he looked at her too: "Honey, you've brought your luggage. Come here. There's a cloakroom here, and I've also asked someone to prepare clothes."
Taking Su Qingsang to the cloakroom, her luggage had already been carried up.
Su Qingsang glanced at the cloakroom, which was larger than her room, and then at the high-end custom-made clothes hanging in it.
She didn't know much about fashion and knew the clothes were worth a fortune. Just like the handmade suit hanging on her hand.
She once heard Shi Mengwan say that a suit costs more than 200,000 yuan. There are wealthy people who specially order wedding dresses from abroad.
But now, it is just hanging with many clothes.
Su Qingsang turned around and looked at Huo Jinyao. Thinking of when he moved into her house with a suitcase, his clothes of unknown brands were hanging in her small cloakroom.
Should she say that he disguised himself well? Or should I say, he was really condescending to her.
"What's wrong?"
Su Qingsang's gaze made Huo Jinyao confused. He moved forward and looked at Su Qingsang: "Honey, what's wrong with you?"
"Master Huo." Su Qingsang imitated the name of the person at the airport just now, and his tone was calm, without much emotion: "You have lived with me these past few months. I have really wronged you."
"Wife, what are you talking about?" The smile on Huo Jinyao's face was a bit embarrassing.
"What did I say?" Su Qingsang stood in the cloakroom, unconsciously stroking the clothes hanging on it, and turned to look at him with a look that seemed a bit sarcastic.
"Look at these high-end custom-made suits and such a big house. You are the young master of the Huo family. Isn't it too unfair for you to live with me in my small apartment in my early 100s?"
The reckoning is coming. Three updates. Continue tomorrow. .
(End of chapter)