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Then he looked at Zhou Qingming again, "Madam!"

"Come on, Qingming... Let's see where these photos should be placed."

Yang Sen took Zhou Qingming's hand and took her to take a look at these patterns in her home.

He went all the way to the second floor and stood on the aisle.

"Look at this... basically all of my photos! 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 Qingming nodded slightly.

"You are tired! Come and rest first!"

Yang Sen took her again and walked forward.

Walking in, it turned out to be a large glass flower room.

As soon as I walked in, I felt warm, and I could see the colorful flowers in full bloom.

On the edge of the window, there is a long rocking chair, and the rocking chair is wrapped around with fresh ivy.

In ordinary people, this kind of ivy is fake, but here it is really real.

"Sit down, I'll go downstairs to pour you juice!"

Yang Sen asked Zhou Qingming to sit in the rocking chair, and he turned around and went out.

Zhou Qingming looked at the white rocking chair he was sitting on, and gently touched the green leaves with his fingers.

Between the breath, there is the fragrance of flowers.

At this moment, when you look at it, they are all delicate flowers.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in front of you look at the back garden of the villa, which is also very beautiful.

The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining inside the house, and the whole body is warm.

In winter, sitting here and reading a book is actually very good.

At this time, Zhou Qingming looked to the left again, just to see the left, with a small bookshelf, just in the middle of the hundred flowers, which looked particularly antique.

She walked over and rummaged in it. It turned out to be a book of fairy tales.

Zhou Qingming felt very surprised that people like Yang Sen could actually read fairy tale books.

"How do you like it?"

Yang Sen's voice suddenly rang from behind, and the book in Zhou Qingming's hand fell down.

"Why, I scared you?"

Yang Sen smiled, a gleam of light flashed quickly in his eyes.

"a little bit!"

Zhou Qingming put the book in his hand in the bookcase again.

She sat in a rocking chair.

This rocking chair is a kind of double, the design is very clever, the center of the two people, there will be a small bracket horizontally, on which can be placed a tea cup.

"Here, this is yours!"

Yang Sen had two glasses in his hand, and he handed it to Zhou Qingming in his left hand.

"thanks!"

He was freshly squeezed strawberry juice, bright red strawberry juice, flowing in the glass, through the sun, you can vaguely see the black dots in the glass also flowing.

Yang Sen put his glass on the shelf.

Before he sat down, he stared at the flowerpot on one side suddenly.

"This position is wrong!"

At that time, he walked over and stretched out his hand to adjust the position of the flower pot.

Any furnishings in the house, everything is his fixed position, otherwise he will be uncomfortable.

When Zhou Qingming saw him adjusting the flowerpot, he quietly switched the glass in his handle with the glass Yang Sen placed on the shelf.

Yang Sen happened to turn his head when he had just changed.

Zhou Qingming felt that his heart was beating bang, it was too nervous.