The black emperor is the only favorite, the killer's wife does not want to escape

Chapter 80

The bedroom is large, and the main color is light blue. He knows that she doesn't like bright colors, so everything here is mainly light colors.

The reason why the light blue color is chosen is from 'intimate', and 'intimate' has different meanings to them, so it is integrated into their lives.

Xiao Mengyao looked at the bedroom quietly, she really likes it here, the light color is very similar to the calm sky after the rainstorm, it makes people feel calm and comfortable.

Even if she likes it very much, she can't show it, because she can't let him notice any other emotions in her.

Since she chooses to hurt, she can't turn around and let him see any feelings of nostalgia.

She withdrew her gaze, and her eyes became dim, like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.

"I want to rest, you can put me down and go out." She pushed him down from his arms, her movements were coherent and her face was indifferent.

He let her go and didn't stop her.

"Then rest early, what do you want to eat tomorrow?" He asked in an unchanging and gentle manner, and those deep eyes became tender as water.

"random."

Leaving a word, she walked like a bathroom, leaving only his indifferent back.

Looking at her, Fu Boyan didn't want to ask any more questions, and turned around to go out. Tonight he didn't have the idea of ​​watching her fall asleep before leaving. Maybe his heart was hurting and he wanted to calm down.

Walking into the bathroom, Xiao Mengyao looked at herself in the mirror, so cold and cruel, maybe she was really too cold-blooded.

The night was terribly quiet, neither of them felt sleepy, and their hearts ached, but they couldn't help but think about each other...

The night finally passed, and early in the morning, Fu Boyan swept away the bad mood of yesterday, and turned into a chef again to cook breakfast.

Because he seldom comes to Sakura Villa, there are no servants here, but someone will come to clean it every once in a while.

After Xiao Mengyao woke up, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was always him, his handsome and charming face like a fairy in a painting.

"I thought you were going to sleep for a while. Now that you're awake, get up." Fu Boyan smiled warmly when he saw her wake up, and got up to get her new clothes.

Xiao Mengyao has always been silent and indifferent.

She took the clothes, and he got up to leave.

A long time passed, Xiao Mengyao finished dressing and washing, and after opening the door, he was waiting for her outside the door.

Looking at everything unfamiliar here, Xiao Mengyao understood what his intention was.

Yes, he was here to show her the way.

This is different from Angel's Dream, where the living room is outside the bedroom.

Because the design of Angel Dream is relatively simple, the living room is set outside the bedroom.

But this place is much more refined. Outside the bedroom is the lounge, and outside the lounge is a corridor, which leads directly to the living room in the center of the guest villa.

The outside of the corridor is a hollowed-out flower stand, and the outside of the flower stand is a very special glass, so that people can see all the scenery outside the villa when walking inside.

Xiao Mengyao followed Fu Boyan, looking out from time to time, looking at the blooming cherry blossoms and the falling petals.

For a while, she thought of many past things between them.

"Yaoyao, how do you feel about this place? Do you like it?" Fu Boyan followed her gaze and glanced outside.

Maybe it was because she was too preoccupied in the past, so she blurted out an undisguised answer, "Very good, very beautiful, I like it very much."

Her answer made the man more proud.

When he chose this place, he only valued two points here.

First, this is a suburb with few people and quiet; second, the cherry blossoms are blooming here all year round, which is very similar to the Liyuan Villa where they lived before...

"Because of you, I'm beautiful." He whispered in her ear, as if he was talking about scenery as well as people.

Everything that was beautiful in the past had no color in his eyes, because his world turned white the moment she left, without any other color.

It wasn't until he found her that his world began to have another color, and only when he was with her did he see the beauty of the world, because she was his whole world.

(End of this chapter)