Dark sugar is hard to prevent

Chapter 22
The car drove from the old city to the new city where Fu Shiyu's apartment was located, passed through several elevated roads, and even crossed the sea-crossing bridge.

After getting off the car and still in the basement, Lu Hang silently dragged three large suitcases of luggage into the elevator.

Tang Xi'en, Aunt Wang and Fu Shiyu took the next elevator.

In the elevator, Fu Shiyu copied his pockets with both hands, staring at the ever-changing floor numbers indifferently, without saying a word.

Tang Xi'en was in a complicated mood, but since Aunt Wang was here, she couldn't ask any more questions.

First of all, she couldn't figure out why Fu Shiyu would lend her his house to live in.Furthermore, it is not very appropriate for her to live in Fu Shiyu's house like this.

She thought about it all the way, but couldn't come up with a clue.But when I think that there will always be Aunt Wang with me, and the safety of my life is too high, it can only be like this for the time being, take one step at a time.

Lu Hang put down his luggage and left first.

Fu Shiyu stopped at the door of the two rooms closest to the living room, opened the door and looked at the lights inside one by one, and said, "The part-time worker just cleaned the house yesterday, and these two guest bedrooms can live directly."

Aunt Wang helped Tang Xien walk over.

The two rooms have the same size and layout. Tang Xien stood at the door, looked inside, and smiled at Fu Shiyu: "Yes, I like it very much."

"rest early."

Seeing that Fu Shiyu had returned to the master bedroom at the end of the corridor, Aunt Wang hurriedly moved Tang Xien's luggage into the room to tidy up.

Standing on crutches, Tang Xien stood in the living room, looked around the entire house, and admired the living environment of top architects.

This is her second visit to Fu Shiyu's house.Last time, because of an emergency, she didn't have a chance to take a good look at it, so she looked at it very carefully today. After all, she needs to stay in this space for a while.

She used to feel that the heirs of a super wealthy family like Fu Shiyu, who was also a social celebrity, lived in a place that was either magnificently piled up with various rich and noble colors, or in black, white and gray like a domineering president.

But looking at it now, Fu Shiyu's home is very warm and natural.

Entering through the hallway, the living room with a sense of space is on the right.Beige dark-grained TV background wall, [-]-inch ultra-thin TV; L-shaped black leather sofa and beige solid wood coffee table, covered with an oversized white fur carpet.

Connected to the living room is a floor-to-ceiling window as large as an entire wall.There is a black leather recliner in front of the window, and behind the recliner is a row of towering bookcases.

Tang Xi'en could almost imagine that for countless nights, Fu Shiyu lay on this recliner holding various foreign language books related to architecture, as if being embraced by the starry sky of City B.

On the left side of the entrance is a simple bar, and further inside, there is a high-ceilinged dining room and an open kitchen.Tang Xi'en took a few glances at the door of the kitchen. Although the kitchen was clean, there were all kinds of utensils for cooking. It seemed that Fu Shiyu would occasionally cook by himself.

Baroque-style artistic floor tiles separate the living room from the dining-kitchen area, and then continue into the living area inside.

On the left side of the living area is the guest bathroom and study room, and on the right side are two guest bedrooms, which are the rooms where Tang Xien and Aunt Wang will live during this time.And the end of the corridor is naturally Fu Shiyu's master bedroom.

Although Tang Xi'en was very curious about what the architect's bedroom looked like, the owner didn't send out an invitation after all, and she learned how to behave this time, so she knocked on the door rashly to see, in case Fu Shiyu was like last time, freshly washed Get out of the shower with just a towel or vacuum...

That would be really embarrassing!

After strolling around, Tang Xien was quite satisfied with this apartment, which perfectly blends the sense of industry and modernity, and the idea of ​​inviting Fu Shiyu to do creative design for the homestay in his heart became more and more intense.

She was about to look around again when Aunt Wang ran out with her cell phone, "Lawyer Tang, your cell phone has been ringing for a long time."

Tang Xi'en took a look at the phone, and immediately pressed it with a bad expression.After a few seconds, the phone rang again.

After repeating this several times, Tang Xien patiently took it——

"Xion, are you okay?" Li Tao's voice was obviously worried.

Tang Xi'en didn't answer, and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, sat on Fu Shiyu's recliner, and watched the bright night view of the new district of City B.

Li Tao on the other end of the phone couldn't get a response, so he said to himself: "I know what happened at night. I went to your house, but you weren't there. Where did you go? Did you get hurt?"

"It's okay. The door lock at home is broken, and I'm temporarily staying at a friend's house." Tang Xi'en's tone was calm, without distinguishing between emotions and anger.

"Which friend? Le Man? I'll go find you right now."

"It's not Le Man, don't bother her!" Tang Xien's voice suppressed impatience.

Li Tao on the other end of the phone seemed to say something again, and Tang Xien's impatience finally turned into anger: "Even if I live at a male friend's house, Master, you don't care about it!"

She was so angry that her chest heaved violently. After hanging up the phone, she still felt that it was not enough, so she turned off the phone violently.

Aunt Wang, who was standing behind her, looked worried: "Lawyer Tang, are you okay?"

Tang Xi'en turned his back to her and waved his hands: "I'm fine, Auntie, you go to bed first, don't worry about me."

Aunt Wang said "Oh" timidly, and went back to her room.

At this moment, she was the only one in the huge living room, just like this fucking thing, she could only bear it alone.

Night is when people's emotions are most vulnerable. When the hustle and bustle of the day faded away, she suddenly felt a little lonely.

Tang Xi'en stared at the night scene in a daze, not even noticing that someone was walking towards her.

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(End of this chapter)