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Chapter 47 This Is My Home
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When he reached the second floor, Chen Jing remembered that the luggage he brought had been thrown in the leisure room on the first floor.

He was really too lazy to go downstairs, so he looked for Jiang Xin who lived on the first floor with his mobile phone.

The villa of Sheng Kuang's family has a sunken courtyard, and there are three rooms on the side facing the courtyard. Although it is the first floor, it is no different from the first floor in terms of lighting and ventilation.

Jiang Xin and Li Xiaozhou lived on the first floor, and the other room was Qin Yao's dance studio. A row of floor-to-ceiling windows faced the flowers and plants in the sunken courtyard. Because of the largest space, it became a training room.

The living room, dining room and kitchen on the first floor took up most of the space, and there was only one bedroom, which was occupied by Jiang Zui who came last.

The few remaining people live on the second floor.

Although the size of the villa is large, each bedroom has its own bathroom and dressing room, so there are not many rooms.

When Jiang Xin delivered the luggage, Chen Jing dragged the suitcase and asked, "Where do I live?"

"Ah," Sheng Guan turned on the computer, casually clicked on the video of the latest game, and replied absent-mindedly, "Ask Ram Bowen."

Chen Jing put down the suitcase, grabbed the threshold, and shouted toward the corridor: "Mosquito, mosquito, mosquito..."

The bedroom door next to him opened, and Lambowen came over: "Stop barking."

Chen Jing: "Where do I live?"

Lan Bowen was stunned for a moment: "Except for a vacant room on the third floor, the other floors are gone."

Grand occasion thought Chen Jing was noisy, so he took out the earphones, untied the tangled wires, and put them on his head. He was holding the mouse and was about to turn up the volume a little bit, but when he heard what Lan Bowen said, he stopped, and after After two seconds, he turned the volume to the minimum.

Chen Jing didn't think too much, pulled the box, and planned to go upstairs: "You mean, I live on the third floor."

"That's not what I mean," Lambowen grabbed him, "Besides, even if someone really lives on the third floor, it can't be you."

Chen Jing was a little dazed: "Why can't it be me?"

Lambowen: "What do you think?"

Chen Jing was even more at a loss: "How the hell do I know it can't be me? If I want to know, I still ask you?"

Lambowen: "..."

When this person is playing games, his mind is very delicate. How come he is so nervous in life.In the evening, they had supper and asked Sheng Kuan to say a few words, and Sheng Kuang mentioned the girl who lived on the third floor.

Isn't that obvious enough?
After a pause of two seconds, Lan Bowen gave up on Chen Jing, turned his head and said to the grand occasion sitting in front of the computer, "The grand occasion."

Sheng Guan raised his hand, took off the earphones from his head, hung them casually around his neck, and looked at them casually, turning his head: "Huh?"

Lambowen: "Do you live on the third floor?"

Chen Jing glanced at Lan Bowen as if he was insane: "No, mosquito, have you lost your brain? This bedroom is the best room in this villa, a fool would choose not to live here on the third floor."

Lambowen: "..."

Who the hell are we?

Lan Bowen glanced at Chen Jing with a slight headache: "There are people living on the third floor."

Chen Jing: "I know that there is someone living on the third floor, isn't it the beautiful sister Lin who has a wicked mouth? I don't want to share a room with her. I live next door to her. Why can't I live upstairs? gone?"

Lambowen glanced at the grand occasion.

Grand situation looked at Chen Jing quietly.

Lan Bowen, who was staring at him, felt chills down his spine. In order to help his brother, he cleared his throat heavily, signaling Chen Jing to stop.

Chen Jing didn't realize that he had offended someone invisibly, and the more he talked, the more addicted he became: "Why, she is more delicate? You can't live next door, so you have to occupy the first floor by yourself?"

Sheng Guan let go of the mouse, turned the gaming chair, and faced Chen Jing: "Chen Jing."

"Ah?" Chen Jing responded, not forgetting to continue speaking to Lan Bowen quickly: "Besides, this is not her home, and it's not her who has the final say."

Pomp: "This is my home."

Chen Jing: "Of course I know this is your home."

Grand occasion: "I know it's my house, but I'm still messing around with BB here."

Chen Jing: "?"

Sheng Kuan looked at him: "Also, who did you say was squeamish?"

(End of this chapter)