Quick Transmigration System: Pounce on Male Gods Which Family’s Stronger

Bu Qingge gave him a glance, and he had never seen a person who could say the hooligan's words so seriously, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

"But... we only met!"

"You have observed me for a long time, doesn't it mean that we have known each other for a long time?" Yan Shengyi took it for granted.

"Then you don't know me."

"You appear in a certain position for a week in a row, I noticed your existence..."

"..."

Yan Shengyi continued to talk nonsense about Zhenger's eight classics: "Is there something in your room that I can't see?"

"Yes!" Bu Qingge blushed and continued.

"I don't have a house! However, I don't want to live here!" Yan Shengyi opened the door and bent over, looking at the driver's seat with a serious face, a blushing and delicate face, a very charming girl, the deep meaning of her eyes became more obvious ...

Bu Qingge closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before coming down from the driver's seat.

Before she could say anything, Yan Shengyi was caught by the elevator.

He did not live on the best floor like everyone else, showing how amazing he was, he was able to stand at the top... he was able to look down on everything.

Yan Shengyi chose a very satisfactory floor that people can't understand him-15th floor!

Follow behind him and enter his room.

Bu Qingge saw a living room that couldn't be simpler, no more clean.

There is only an off-white sofa and a coffee table with nothing on the table, and not far away is a white piano. Turn around and you can see the kitchen. There is no white refrigerator outside the kitchen. s things.

The floor is not a wooden floor. The white tiles do not have any patterns on them. Although you don’t look down carefully, you can still see that this tile is a very common tile, not a so-called marble.

"You are waiting for me here!" Yan Shengyi is accustomed to this room and has no view on this deserted room without a little temperature, and naturally does not want to change the furnishings of this room.

Bu Qingge was not so obedient, but followed Yan Shengyi.

His room is also very simple, a big wardrobe, a bedside table, a bed.The color of the bed linen is also neat. There is a desk lamp in the bedside table and a mobile phone charging cable. Apart from that, there is nothing else.

I saw that Yan Shengyi opened the bookcase and pulled a black suitcase from it. He selected a few pieces from black, white and gray clothes and placed them in the suitcase very well.

After he finished things, he took another look at Bu Qingge: "You shouldn't have a towel for me!"

When the words fell, Yan Shengyi handed the suitcase to her, turned and went to the bathroom, took a few things, and packed them in a neatly packed bag.

"Do you see what else you need to prepare?" Yan Shengyi raised the bag in his hand and asked.

"Yan Shengyi, do you have a cleansing habit?" Bu Qingge asked the question directly without thinking.

"No."

"If not, how does your home look... so clean!"

Bu Qingge wanted to say that she was very indifferent, but when she saw the man's face, she couldn't say it.

"It's just a house. It's natural to be simple and clean. If it's a home, it will be more substantial."