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Speaking of the night in Thailand, Jiang Fanxi was almost crying, and he wished he could hit him and die on the wall at this moment, so as not to be embarrassed.

To be serious, she was indeed the first to "tempt" Tang Yi.

She subconsciously avoided the Adam's apple and said, "But you are still quite self-controlled. You can still walk back to your room after that night."

Tang Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I am such a low-level person?"

"Where are you high-end?" Thinking of his presumptuousness last night, Jiang Fanxi blushed, "Dirty embryo! Old hooligan! Old pervert!..."

In front, Tong Yuying stood in front of a unit door and shouted: "Yaoyao, come and open the door!"

Jiang Fanxi pushed Tang Yi, who was still trying to bite her ears, ran over and used his fingerprint to unlock the lock.

Tong Yuying said in a novel way: "Don't use the key?"

Jiang Fanxi opened the door and turned around and smiled: "And! This is a fingerprint lock, no key."

After saying that, he shouted to Tang Yi: "Remember to help my parents record their fingerprints later."

Tang Yi smiled and said "Okay", pushing Jiang Zhicun's wheelchair into the house.

When you enter the entrance, there is a storage room on the right and a guest bathroom on the left. Walk all the way in and pass the kitchen and dining room on the left to arrive at a living room with a large floor-to-ceiling window.

Tong Yuying widened her eyes: "Tsk tsk tsk, this house is so beautiful!"

She pushed Jiang Zhicun to look at the living room and then went to see the main and secondary bedrooms on both sides of the living room.

Seeing that both rooms were equipped with separate cloakrooms and bathrooms, Tong Yuying was even more satisfied and leaned over to Jiang Zhicun and asked, "Old Jiang, look at this house in Beijing, it's good! This specification, this lighting, and this vision. Fortunately, I didn't buy a house in my hometown!"

She said while pushing Jiang Zhicun to the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, looking at the magnificent buildings in the distance, and excitedly said: "And! You can also see the Forbidden City!"

Although Jiang Zhicun smiled restrainedly, he could see that he was also satisfied.

Tong Yuying took out her mobile phone and took various series of photos, and asked Tang Yi to adjust it to her panoramic mode. After the shot, she sent it to the family group and sister group, with various voices that could not hide their smiles:

"We are looking at the new house today! The house Yaoyao bought in Beijing! Fine decoration! It's 20 million! It's going to move in for the New Year!..."

"Stand in our living room, you can see the Forbidden City! Everyone is welcome to sit down! Haha..."

Jiang Fanxi did not join the family group, and he didn't know what his relatives reacted, but he thought about it and knew that some people were really happy for them, while others were sarcastic.

She doesn't like this feeling, so she has always been low-key. She used to be a designer at Apex and never told her relatives. Later, she owned two artificial intelligence companies in Beijing, and she didn't say anything.

It’s good to know what you have. There is no need for everyone to know. Those sincere or fake envy will not bring much happiness to her.

Just as he was thinking, Tang Yi came over, blocked her shoulder, glanced at the Jiang family's parents who were looking at the master bedroom, and said, "Your parents seem to like the master bedroom very much."

Jiang Fanxi came back to his senses: "Well, it must be. The cloakroom in the master bedroom is so big, and the bathroom is still three-separated. My mother must like it."

"What about you? Which room do you like?"

Jiang Fanxi shrugged: "I don't care. They like the master bedroom, so I'll go to the second bedroom."

Tang Yi nodded and agreed: "Well, when we get married in the future, you will still live in our wedding room most of the time. It would be a waste to have a master bedroom here."

Jiang Fanxi glanced at him: "You have arranged everything and asked me why you are doing? It's so annoying!"

She felt a little irritated when she saw Tong Yuying send pictures of her new home to her relatives. Tang Yi came over to talk about these things now, and he would definitely be told.

Tang Yi also understood, Xiaoxiao, said nothing, and hugged her and went to the second bedroom.

Looking at the floor-to-ceiling window more than two meters away from the bed, Jiang Fanxi pointed and said, "I'll add a desk here?"

"Put a leather lounge chair by the floor-to-ceiling window. You can lie there to watch the night view at night. You can read books in the sun during the day. It's a waste to put a desk there."

Tang Yi said, walked to the innermost point, looked around the second bedroom and asked, "Do you usually watch TV?"

"I don't think much."

"Removing the TV cabinet, put the desk here, and you can also have a bookcase next to it."

Jiang Fanxi nodded, his eyes lit up: "It's pretty good. Do we have to go to the furniture store to check the desk and bookcase by ourselves or how to deal with it?"

Tang Yi said: "Custom-made, I'll ask someone to measure the size and come up with a few design drawings for you to choose."

Jiang Fanxi was in a better mood.

She may not have a dressing table, but she must not have a desk.

Tang Yi said that he wanted someone to design it specifically for her. She felt so happy and had a sense of happiness.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the streets where the Second Ring Road car was coming and going, and said quietly: "Don't you start doing your homework in the first grade? But there is no desk at home. Every time I write on the dining table, I move to the coffee table to write. The dining table is too high and the coffee table is too short, so I feel uncomfortable every time."

Tang Yi, who was checking the mattress, looked up at her: "What about?"

Jiang Fanxi pursed his lips and looked a little sad: "One day, I went to my cousin's house and saw that she had a study table. The table can be adjusted according to height, and it feels so comfortable to sit. I like it so much, so I asked my mother to buy one for me too. My mother said that there are so many tables at home, so what study tables are there?"

Speaking of this, she fell down her eyes and smiled weakly: "There are so many tables in her home, namely dining tables and coffee tables."

Tang Yi had already expected the ending, so he stood up and walked over, and carried her into his arms: "I will definitely make you a desk that suits you the most."

She was already trapped in the memories of the past, and now when she thinks about it, the grievances seem to be still there.

"Sometimes I was doing homework, and my mom was watching TV in the living room and laughed. I remember I was very upset at that time, and I felt my mind was buzzing and I couldn't calm down. So my birthday wishes for those years were all hopes to put a desk in the room because I wanted a quiet learning environment.

After two or three years, my father didn't work overtime for a while. When he went home for dinner in the evening, he saw me lying on the coffee table to study, so he bought me a desk. The desk was of good quality, just the one in my room in my hometown. Later, he added a bookcase in the room, and the store became a small corner.

That crowded corner is the source of my sense of security throughout my entire student days. I remember that something happened to my father and my mother kept making trouble with him. Both of them were in a bad mood and the atmosphere in the whole house was very depressing. So did me, but whenever I returned to the room, closed the door, and was in that small corner, my heart settled down."

As she told her, Tang Yi also recalled her previous dormitory near Shenghua.

It was an open single apartment. The location used to be used as a living room was replaced by her desk and bookcase. Her desktop was very neat, with several professional reference books and some materials. A large cork board was nailed to the wall, with her design drawings, work plans, and memos...

In her dormitory, there was no dressing table, no extra mirror, and all skin care products were placed in front of the small bathroom sink.

At that time, Tang Yi thought to himself: She didn't care at all that she was in the most beautiful and vivid stage of a woman's life. She could have spent more time on her appearance and used her beauty to exchange for more and higher-level wealth and status.

But she didn't seem to know that beauty was her weapon, or she didn't care about it at all and didn't bother using this method.

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I added an update today, but it was just a theater, and it was released at around 12 o'clock in the evening.
Chapter completed!