That night, Zhong Lingyu told her mother about moving.
Yun Suqing was afraid that she would be short of money and that it would not be safe outside.
But the next day, when she saw the elegant and beautiful milky white foreign-style building, she was immediately stunned, "Yu'er, this room..."
"This will be our home from now on, and mother can live here with peace of mind." Zhong Lingyu didn't explain much, pushed open the heavy iron door, and took her mother's hand in.
They didn't bring much luggage, so Mrs. Chen carried it in and packed it.
Zhong Lingyu helped her mother onto the swing.
The cool breeze blew, and she gently pushed her mother's back and said with emotion: "Sister-in-law Chen has been with my mother for many years."
"Yes, if we look at it in the past, Mrs. Chen can actually be regarded as my dowry maid. She is so loyal, I have no reason not to bring her over from the Zhong family, otherwise her life will be difficult."
"That's fine." Zhong Lingyu bent over and hugged her mother's neck, "Having a caring person to serve my mother will help me go out to do business in the future, so I can feel at ease."
Yun Suqing always knew that her daughter followed her grandfather and had great ambitions.
It's just a girl's house, doing business outside is not easy.
She told her: "In the past, your grandfather had to plan hundreds of steps before taking a step. Don't be in a hurry when doing business."
Zhong Lingyu was not an anxious person, she already had an idea in her mind.
In business, experience is important.
She wanted to work in a clothing store first, learn how to run a clothing store, and earn some salary for daily household expenses.
"Don't worry, mother, I know what's going on."
Yun Suqing couldn't hide her sadness, "If it weren't for my broken body that drags you down, there would be no need for you to be a girl running around."
"Don't say such things." Zhong Lingyu hugged her mother tighter, "Without you, it would be meaningless for me to live in this world."
"Don't talk nonsense." Yun Suqing scolded.
Zhong Lingyu stuck out her tongue and said, "Then mother will try her best to live to be a hundred years old, just to extend her life for me."
Yun Suqing couldn't help but pretend to be unhappy: "Besides, I want to beat you."
Zhong Lingyu ran away mischievously, went inside, and cleaned up with Mrs. Chen.
After struggling all day, I finally got it sorted.
Because it was inconvenient for mother and Mrs. Chen to climb stairs, they were placed on the first floor.
Zhong Lingyu lives on the second floor by himself.
She took out the gold-embroidered satin from the box and began to make clothes for her mother.
This dress was originally supposed to be made on my mother's birthday, but the hateful Mu Denglan messed up everything.
Zhong Lingyu sighed and lowered his head to cut the fabric.
"You are so young, why are you sighing? You are not happy?"
At a certain moment, a deep and deep voice suddenly came from the window.
The cold wind made Zhong Lingyu shiver. The next second, her eyes widened and she almost threw the satin out, "Shen...Shen Huaizhou?"
The window was half open, and the man's figure was tall and slender.
He seemed to have just rolled through the mud, and his uniform was stained with dirty dust.
Shen Huaizhou held her face in his hands, lowered his head and kissed her softly, "This window is really easy to climb. It's not in vain that I chose this place for you."
Zhong Lingyu came to her senses, slapped Shen Huaizhou's hand away, took two steps back, "You...you are breaking into a private house!"
As if he hadn't heard anything, Shen Huaizhou walked around the room and said calmly: "It's time to add some furniture, it's a bit empty."
Zhong Lingyu's face looked ugly, "It's not worth the trouble, young commander."
"What are you doing?" Shen Huaizhou tugged at the satin and needlework in her hands, as if he was out of words.
Zhong Lingyu grabbed her and said coldly, "Make clothes for my mother."
"Do it, I'm going to take a shower."
He walked towards the bathroom.
Zhong Lingyu stopped him and said, "Young Marshal, this is my home."
The implication is that he should restrain himself a little and stop acting like he is his own home.
Shen Huaizhou raised his eyebrows, "Who found the house for you?"
"It's true that you found the house for me." Zhong Lingyu held back his temper, "But this is the condition we negotiated. Now this house is mine."
Shen Huaizhou chuckled and pressed Zhong Lingyu against the door frame, "The house is yours, and you are mine. After all, the house is still mine. When I go back to my own home, do I need to be restrained?"
He patted Zhong Lingyu's buttocks and said, "Go put some hot water for me."
Zhong Lingyu stood still, his face turned red with anger.
She didn't move, and Shen Huaizhou didn't urge her. He walked into the bathroom and took a shower.
The bathroom was filled with the sound of running water. The man's strong body was stained with water vapor. He looked extremely sexy through a blurred glass door.
Zhong Lingyu found it difficult to have any desire for this body.
Biting her lip, she ran downstairs to find her mother to sleep with.
She didn't want to stay with Shen Huaizhou anyway.
So when Shen Huaizhou came out, Zhong Lingyu was nowhere to be seen.
He could roughly guess where she was.
So, Shen Huaizhou found some useless small objects and threw them down the second floor.
After a while, Zhong Lingyu ran up angrily.
When he opened the door and took a look, Shen Huaizhou was wearing only a bath towel around his waist. The water droplets that had not yet dried up followed the texture of the muscles and scars and fell into thick mermaid lines.
She swallowed her throat and subconsciously stepped back before one leg even stepped through the door.
However, before he could escape, Shen Huaizhou reached out and grabbed him, "Why are you running?"
The door was slammed shut, and Zhong Lingyu had no way to retreat.
The man's body temperature was very hot, his strong forearms were wrapped around her waist, and the swollen muscles in his chest were particularly strong.
His breath was filled with the majestic breath of a man.
Her scalp was numb and she said weakly: "Young Marshal, it's not very ethical for you to throw things from the second floor."
"If I don't throw it away, a certain mouse will be hard to catch."
Zhong Lingyu pushed him in a panic, but he pressed harder against the door panel.
There was thin and hot breath next to my ears.
She was tense all over, and just as she was about to say something, there was a knock on the door.
"Miss, Madam asked me to come up and ask what was going on just now?"
Zhong Lingyu froze in place as the vibration passed through the door and reached his back.
At this time, Shen Huaizhou had evil intentions and slipped his hand along the skirt of her clothes.
She groaned.
Immediately, Mrs. Chen's suspicious voice came from outside, "Miss?"
Zhong Lingyu's eyes were bright, she covered her lips tightly, shook her head begging for mercy, and signaled Shen Huaizhou to stop messing around.
Shen Huaizhou's ambiguous breath sounded in her ears, "Next time I come, will you still run?"
Zhong Lingyu shook his head.
"So good." Shen Huaizhou touched her face and looked at her lips.
Zhong Lingyu was reluctant at all costs and pecked his lips with humiliation.
Only then did he let her go, calmly untied the towel, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and got in.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "It's a wild cat, nothing's wrong."
"Then are you still going downstairs to sleep with Madam?" Mrs. Chen asked.
Zhong Lingyu looked at Shen Huaizhou and met his teasing smirk.
She sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "If Mrs. Chen please go back to my mother, I won't go downstairs."
