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Chapter 163 Moving (4 more)
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After a brief lunch in the shopping mall downstairs, Fu Shiyu took Tang Xi'en back to the old apartment to pick up his luggage.

As soon as I got out of the car, the people from the moving company came.

Seeing that he invited someone specially, Tang Xien jokingly said, "There are not many things, the two of us can walk a few times by ourselves."

Fu Shiyu: "I don't believe you don't have many things, it's not that I haven't lived in your place before."

Sure enough, all of Tang Xien's belongings filled a pickup truck.There were more than a dozen cardboard boxes and five large suitcases. The staff of the moving company made more than ten trips to pack the things.

At the end, Fu Shiyu and Tang Xi'en checked together to see if there was anything left behind.

Tang Xi'en was a little depressed, so Fu Shiyu guessed that she was reluctant to part with this house, sighed, stepped forward and put his arms around her shoulders: "Let's go."

Tang Xien turned his head three times a step, and when he sat in the car, his eyes were a little red.

The house was her own, her safe house in the truest sense of the word.

In the past two years, she has spent a lot of time on this house, from the small pot of succulents on the balcony to the large wallpaper she chose, there are traces of her hard work everywhere, and the two or three days of her first love with Fu Shiyu not long ago months of memories.

After all, she is still a girl with a soft heart. No matter how strong she pretends to be on the surface, it is meaningless. If she really wants to leave the house where she has lived for more than two years, she will still be reluctant to give up.

Fu Shiyu put his arms around her and comforted her softly: "It's okay, I'll buy it when I make money later."

She nodded with red eyes, not sure if she listened or not.

Back at Fu Shiyu's place, the two of them started to tidy up.

Apart from clothes and personal items, Tang Xien brought only books, and she packed more than ten boxes for those books alone.

Fu Shiyu specially vacated a bookcase in the study room for her. He wanted to help her put all the books there, but she insisted on sorting them by herself, saying that it would be convenient to find books in the future.

The bookcase in the study room is a top cabinet, and a ladder is used on the top floor, so Tang Xi'en passed the books underneath, and Fu Shiyu sat on the ladder and put the books according to her instructions.

After finishing their work in the study, the two of them went to the cloakroom to organize their clothes.

Tang Xien, like most girls, has a lot of clothes with a variety of styles. There are long and short coats, suits, sweaters, long skirts, short skirts, dresses, and trousers in winter; there are a lot of shirts, T-shirts, wrap skirts, and trousers and shorts in summer. , Lost the whole cloakroom.

At the beginning, Fu Shiyu said that he would help her tidy up together. She disliked him as a steel straight man who had been single for 32 years.

As a result, I sat alone in the tidying until it was dark, and only finished half of the tidying.

When Fu Shiyu came in to see her, he saw her losing her temper at a pile of creased shirts.

He immediately took out the ironing machine from the side, took out a shirt and hung it up, ironed it, and hung it in the closet immediately.

After going back and forth like this for half an hour, all her shirts were arranged.

Tang Xi'en was surprised: "I didn't expect you to be so good at ironing clothes?"

He tilted her side: "When I learned how to iron clothes, you were still wishing on a shooting star on the mountain in your village."

As he spoke, he picked out a few more dresses and ironed them.

Tang Xi'en laughed, and picked out the clothes that should be ironed from a pile of clothes and gave them to him.

Fu Shiyu was quick to do things, and with his help, Tang Xi'en finally packed up his things before dinner.

After dinner, Fu Shiyu went to clean up the kitchen, and Tang Xi'en continued to clean up.

She looked at the two boxes of skin care products, cosmetics, and perfume, and found herself in trouble.

There is no such thing as a dressing table in Fu Ganggang's house.

In the bedroom, the table and the bedside table are integrated, there is no mirror on it, only some decorative things are placed, such as wireless charging for the clock, there is neither a place to put the mirror, nor a drawer to put cosmetics, and it is impossible to put all the bottles and cans All on the table.

And there is no place in the cloakroom that can be used as a dressing table.

Tang Xi'en ran to the kitchen and asked Fu Shiyu who was washing his hands, "Where do you think I put my cosmetics?"

"Isn't there a table in the guest room? Put it in there first, and I'll figure out a way later."

"Row."

After tidying up the cosmetics, Tang Xien heaved a sigh of relief and fell on the bed in the guest room.

She felt that her whole body was so sore at the moment, just like that last night, she should not move today, she should have a good rest.

It's just that she and Fu Shiyu are inexperienced, just like two stunned young people who move when they say they want to move.

While she was lying down and sighing, Fu Shiyu walked in, glanced at the table where she put her cosmetics, and said, "After taking a shower, let's design your dressing table."

"Design?" Tang Xi'en sat up immediately, "Didn't you buy it for use? How do you design it?"

Fu Shiyu sat down beside her, subconsciously stretched out his hands to pinch her shoulders and neck, and said while pinching, "Tell me what you like, and I will draw it with software for you to see. If you are satisfied, let's make it The furniture customization center makes finished products."

Tang Xi'en became interested when he heard this: "But can they make exactly the same thing?"

"of course."

"Brilliant!" Tang Xi'en reached out, held his face in his hands, kissed his forehead deeply, jumped out of bed, and ran to the cloakroom to get clothes.

When she came out of the shower, Fu Shiyu had also washed and was sitting in the study using the computer.

She walked over, and he hugged her and sat on his lap, and gave her a blank picture book and a box of markers, "You draw your thoughts down, and paint them with the colors."

"Okay."

Tang Xi'en began to draw on paper, and roughly drew a frame. When it was time to paint, he asked, "Where should I put the dressing table?"

Fu Shiyu was drawing the same frame as hers on the software, and blurted out: "It's more convenient to put it in the master bedroom. You can go to sleep directly after wiping your face at night, so you don't have to go in and out."

Tang Xi'en thought about his cold master bedroom with all the furniture in one piece, and asked, "Will this damage the style of the master bedroom?"

Fu Shiyu disagreed: "Your convenience is more important, no matter what style it is."

"Know it!"

Tang Xi'en picked out a log-colored pen and filled in the color.

When she finished drawing, the renderings of Fu Shiyu's side also came out.

She seriously put forward some suggestions for revision, and Fu Shiyu gave her some suggestions from a professional perspective. Soon, a very modern-style log-colored dressing table was designed.

She hugged Fu Shiyu's neck, kissed him, and said in admiration, "I didn't expect you to design furniture too! You're amazing!"

Fu Shiyu stared at the screen, making the final draft, but the corners of his lips were bent: "Buildings with hundreds of floors can be designed, and it is not difficult to design a small dressing table."

Tang Xi'en hugged him and laughed loudly, and said, "You really opened a dyeing workshop just to show some color!"

"I used to have a dyeing workshop," he kissed her, "Do you know the brand 'Shi Yun'?"

"I know. A domestic luxury women's clothing brand."

Fu Shiyu: "That's one of the women's clothing brands under your mother-in-law group, so do you think I have a dyeing workshop?"

Tang Xi'en was stunned for a long time before recovering, and said coquettishly, "What kind of mother-in-law, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Fu Shiyu: "Isn't my mother your mother-in-law? Or do you want me to call her 'our mother'?"

　There is one more, continue to brush.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)