White Moonlight is Not Easy To Do

Xiao Minglang has long lived independently. Now his home is located on the top floor of a luxury apartment building in a prime location. It is a large duplex apartment, plus an exclusive use of the roof, which is a private helipad.

A house with a total usable area of ​​360 square meters without a roof, a master bedroom suite, two secondary bedrooms, two study rooms, four large and small halls, a kitchen, five bathrooms, and four balconies, but only Two people lived.

The other person was not Zi Ling, of course, but an English-style housekeeper.

Xiao Minglang carried Zi Ling's schoolbag and took her hand into the house.

Lao Luo, dressed in the meticulous attire of an English butler, came over to serve.

"Mr. is back. This must be Miss Zhao, hello, I'm the housekeeper Lao Luo."

Zi Ling also smiled at him: "Hello."

Lao Luo naturally took the schoolbag that Xiao Minglang was carrying and asked, "Miss Zhao, what would you like to drink?"

Zi Ling thought that it was not a simple date, she had a lot of books waiting to be read.

"Coffee, thank you."

...

Ziling looked around at the apartment. The style was post-modern minimalism, with white, light kaki, and black as the main colors, but the materials were very particular.

In the middle is a group of milky white leather sofas, which are spotlessly clean, making people feel a little unbearable to sit on them.

Zi Ling said: "The Xiao family is already so big, why do you have such a big family here?"

Xiao Minglang said: "It's not too big, but I was the only one, so that's enough. I like private space."

"You decide your own territory?"

Xiao Minglang nodded and said with a smile, "It's still Ziling who understands me."

Ziling said, "How can I understand you? I'll just say it casually."

Xiao Minglang took her hand and said, "I'll show you around."

After Xiao Minglang introduced the large living room, dining room, and kitchen, he took her upstairs and opened the door of the second bedroom.

"This is the room ready for you, everything is new and you can live in anytime."

"I'm not here to stay."

Xiao Minglang smiled slightly and said, "I have no other intentions."

Zi Ling didn't delve into this topic, and was taken into the house by him. When she saw that their bedroom was bigger than her living room, and the bathroom in the secondary bedroom was almost as big as her room, she couldn't help but be moved.

He led her out of the room, opened the room opposite, and said, "This is the study room for you. I bought some books that are suitable for you."

As soon as Ziling entered, she saw that the five-meter-wide wall in front was covered with bookshelves, and there were entire rows of books on it, many of which were tomes. Looking at these books, Ziling felt that it would be difficult for her to read even her whole life. Because she must have many things to do, so she doesn't have so much time to spend in the study.

Xiao Minglang said: "You can read in the study, but if you feel bored, here is a set of stereos, you can play some music; and this is connected to the balcony, you can also read books and drink tea or coffee on the balcony."

There is also a small counter on the balcony with tools for making tea and coffee, with a table and soft chairs beside it.

Ziling murmured: "Rich people are really **." In Yuan Xiangqin's life, as long as they didn't go on business or study abroad, they were all living together as a family. The home is also mainly warm and not too extravagant.

This is the study room for her, so he must have his own study room, which must also be temporarily arranged, and a complete set of equipment is also prepared in it. He is also very interested.

Xiao Minglang said: "People only have a lifetime. Studying and working so hard is to live a convenient and comfortable life. It's not called **, it's called knowing how to live."

Xiao Minglang also took her to visit her suite. A bedroom, private living room, plus study, toilet and cloakroom were integrated into one, adding up to a hundred square meters. It was really inhuman. In the space upstairs, his suite occupied more than half, and the rest of the space, except for a secondary living room, was transformed into her bedroom and study.

Xiao Minglang led her downstairs first, and told her that the second bedroom downstairs was occupied by the English-style housekeeper Lao Luo. Zi Ling pointed to a closed door and said, "Is that a guest room?"

Xiao Ming paused and said, "It's the studio."

"Can you still paint?" It should be noted that in his previous life, he was blind and could play the piano. That was his charisma, but he would never paint, and he had absolutely no sense of color.

"Understood."

"Oil painting or Chinese painting?"

"A little bit."

"May I take a look at it?"

When Ziling saw a few portraits of herself, her mood was still very complicated. She opened the silk curtain and saw a marble statue of Li Hongxiu. She couldn't help but be stunned. Joy, shyness, touching, and admiration for such a versatile man, but I think Wu Yazi also secretly painted her portrait back then, but that was Senior Sister's sweetheart, no matter what, she wouldn't start.

"I... I'm not good at carving, so I sculpt casually."

Xiao Minglang's approach made Zi Ling a little flustered. She couldn't help scratching her head and said, "Maybe, Lao Luo has made coffee."

...

Yesterday, because of family affairs, Xiao Minglang's pigeons were released. Today, she will be with him all day. However, in this holiday when everyone else is playing, Ziling is still very busy. She has been studying by herself and has no time to go shopping and watch movies. To ensure her study time, the two took study time as a date.

Xiao Minglang doesn't have to go to work during the National Day holiday. As long as someone like him has thinking, insight and decision-making ability, he won't work overtime, and he can be dismissed even if he has a small amount of entertainment at critical moments.

He chose to accompany her to read books. Although he was both civil and military in his previous life, he still preferred martial arts in general. After all, it was the world of martial arts. In this life, he has more time to study literature, but he is not a history major, and he can also read her books.

The two sat at the table on the balcony of her study, and Lao Luo brought in the coffee, which was fragrant.

Yuan Xiangqin is also a coffee addict, because she was a sleep-loving constitution when she was young. In order to resist the call of sleeping bugs, she developed the habit of being inseparable from coffee every day.

Xiao Minglang saw how elegant and skilled she was serving coffee and smelling coffee, not at all like the modern workplace elite temperament possessed by Zhao Ziling's character, and suddenly felt that she was not just as simple as Li Hongxiu.

Tea ceremony and coffee in ancient times are still very different. She is such a classical beauty that blends into modern times so harmoniously, her bearing is outstanding, and she is not surprised by modern wealthy families. This is definitely not because she has seen it in ancient times. reason.

Zi Ling finally discovered his inquiry and said, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Xiao Minglang said: "I'm at home, you... do you need me to find someone to file a lawsuit for you?"

"What lawsuit?"

"Your father's lawsuit, the Zhao family's assets, your father also has a share."

Ziling snorted and said, "If my dad fights this lawsuit, my grandma will kick the quilt at night. What should I do with her, an old woman who has stepped into the coffin one by one. Soldiers will come to block, water will come to cover up. At most , if you lend me a little money, I can settle my parents so that I can study hard in the future, and I will pay you back slowly when I earn money, you don't want me to waste time, right?"

Xiao Minglang frowned and said, "I said that I make money to support my family, what do you want to pay back?"

Zi Ling smiled and said, "It is my responsibility to support my parents. I try not to transfer it to you. I just won't refuse you to be nice to me. I am me, and my parents are my parents."

What Ziling means is that she enjoys the material he brought, but she is still responsible for the material of her parents, and she should also borrow it from him now that she places her parents. It's not that she enjoys herself alone and does not let her parents enjoy it. After all, the world of her parents is different from hers. People who have been poor all their lives are safe from small riches, but suddenly big blessings are only a disaster. The parents of the Zhao family were not able to face the communication and life after they became rich and noble, and they were afraid that they would still be killed by relatives. This can only be controlled from the source.

"Why do you have to distinguish so clearly?"

"It's also easier for me to deal with relationships."

Xiao Minglang was helpless, sighed, and said, "You have an idea in your heart, and I respect your decision. But why haven't you agreed to marry me?"

Last Saturday, Xiao Minglang proposed to her, but she refused. It was precisely because she refused too quickly that Xiao Minglang was worried about gains and losses, and he did not dare to ask questions at that time. He also thought about it for a long time, whether it was something wrong with him, and she didn't like him anymore.

Zi Ling chuckled and said, "I'm nineteen years old. According to the law, I can't get married until I'm twenty. Your law degree won't be from Clayton University, right?"

"Yale. You talked about this issue long ago, and it has been worrying me for a few days. I hold a Hong Kong ID card and register there. I only need to be sixteen years old."

"When did you get your ID card over there?"

"When I graduated with a master's degree. For the convenience of work and entry and exit."

Zi Ling chuckled and turned to look at the scenery. Xiao Minglang said, "What do you mean? Promise or not?"

Zi Ling said angrily: "Of course I don't agree! It's not romantic at all! You are so grown up, you seem to be picking up a daughter-in-law for nothing, do you win life by lying down?"

Xiao Minglang said: "I really can't win by lying down. I study hard, work hard, and adapt to this era, so that when I meet you, I can defeat any competitor and marry you smoothly."

Xiao Minglang got up and sat beside her, Zi Ling said, "I said, I have to do my homework, don't get so close..."

Xiao Minglang wrapped her arms around her waist and said, "I'm sitting too close, so you can't concentrate? With your ability, isn't it easy to get a degree? Do you need to sacrifice your time with me?"

Ziling said: "I want to get two degrees, which requires good enough homework in the freshman year to apply. If it is one and a half points short, don't I regret it? I will participate in the speech contest in late November. If it goes well, it will be 12 There are several competitions in the month, and I want to publish two student papers this semester. January is the final exam. Then I and my alumni will go to the countryside for research in half a month of the new year—the unpopular clubs I signed up for always have to be active once.”

Xiao Minglang held the stack of French documents and said, "This is not a textbook of world history, right? Look, this is the document of the French government's public announcement in the eighteenth world."

Ziling nodded and said, "I'm also planning to write an essay on the historical changes in France in the 18th century. I'm so-so in French. If I can't write the essay well, I should improve my French."

Her English is already very good. Seeing that college students still have to spend this time learning English, the burden is heavier than her in a foreign language. She doesn't want to sleep on the past achievements and win, in order to achieve the same level as her classmates. I decided to take the time to learn a foreign language, otherwise I would always feel like a vegetarian meal.

Xiao Minglang said: "Very good, this reason is very strong, I am speechless."

Zi Ling was also a little embarrassed, so she had to bow down, leaned on his shoulder, and said, "Minglang, then I will do my homework and play with you in the afternoon, okay?"

...

In the afternoon, Zi Ling was about to lie on Xiao Minglang's lap like a lazy Persian cat, shopping online with her mobile phone, and the man paid for it.

The two originally wanted to go out for a walk. After learning about the terrible road conditions today, the two wisely canceled their plans and switched to online shopping.

Xiao Minglang gently stroked her loose hair, like brushing a peerless Persian cat, responding to her advice from time to time.

"Both bags look good."

"..." The reference value was zero, she still chose the backpack, which was the most useful.

"The white is pure, the red is beautiful, the blue is beautiful, and the black is cool. Buy them all. My purple silk looks good in anything."

"..." Let's wear black, it's resistant to dirt, she doesn't have so much time to do laundry.

"Buy all three, put one here, one for your mother's family (is she married?), and one for school, so you don't have to carry it everywhere."

"It's less convenient to use a different computer than to carry it all over the place."

"Then sell this one."

Zi Ling saw the computer with a price of more than 20,000 yuan and decided to place an order. Why would he be polite to him if he had money.

"Mobile phone, buy me one like yours, a couple's model."

"What color do you want? Black?"

"No, purple."

"Are you too purple?"

"I don't like black, your name is Ziling, I like purple."

"..." I bought him purple, and chose the same silver for myself.

Sure enough, shopping is the best way to relax. Zi Ling took a deep breath and stretched her waist comfortably, as if she had released all her anger and depression from shopping, and she felt very happy.

"When I was a rich man, I thought money was a bastard, but when I became a pauper, I found it good to have money."

Xiao Minglang stroked her cheeks, but Zi Ling didn't notice that he always touched her face like this, her demeanor was a bit perverted.

"Then buy some more and be happy." These tens of thousands of dollars are really nothing.

Zi Ling pursed her lips and smiled: "Enough is enough. I'll buy it later when I have time to go shopping and make a date."

Xiao Minglang stroked her head, leaned over and kissed her again, looking at her eyes with such passionate love, Zi Ling couldn't help but smile when she met his eyes.

She stretched out her hand to caress his cheek, his cheek was as red as fire, Zi Ling clings to his neck, raised her head and kissed his lips lightly.

He pushed her away again and said, "You..."

Zi Ling chuckled and said, "What do you want, how would I know what you want if you don't tell me?"

"Don't tempt me, I'm afraid I will do something wrong." He helped her up, got up and left the living room and went to the bathroom.

In the evening, when he took her home, she suddenly said, "If you want to get married and you can arrange it, then let's get married."

"Didn't you say it's not romantic?"

"Then you can be romantic after marriage. I don't want to... be separated from you. No matter what you do, even if you do nothing, it's good to be with you for a moment more."

Human life is limited, Ziling feels that she can't waste her time on unimportant things. When she meets someone she likes, she can be happy for a moment in her limited life.

...

Zi Ling agreed to this matter, and then she promised to officially return to Xiao's house for dinner with him on October 5th.

On October 3rd and 4th, she spent time preparing souvenirs, and she didn't have the money to buy expensive gifts. If the gift bought with money must be paid by Xiao Minglang, it is obviously not sincere.

On the afternoon of October 5th, Zi Ling came to Xiao Minglang's house and put on a white dress that was temporarily ordered from a brand store. Then she curled her hair and put on meticulous makeup. She refused Xiao Minglang's request to invite a hair stylist and stylist. This is not a marriage, nor a large dinner party. She can do it herself, so she doesn't have to spend that money.

She put on the shawl that matched the dress, put on brand-new high heels, and walked out of the room. Xiao Minglang was also waiting in the small hall upstairs. When he looked up, his face gradually turned red.

It turns out that this is a tube top and knee-length skirt with a shawl. This skirt can be used as a small dress for young women under the age of 25 to attend a dance, or as a dress for a more formal date or meeting. Excuse me.

Her swan neck and snow-white round shoulders were exposed, and even her chest was looming. The two had known each other for two lifetimes, but he had never seen her dressed like this.

Zi Ling closed her shawl a little and said with a smile, "Isn't it pretty?"

Xiao Minglang shook his head, Zi Ling said in surprise: "It really doesn't look good? Are our aesthetics so different?"

"I mean, it doesn't look bad." Xiao Minglang took a deep breath and calmed the turbulent feeling in his heart.