Chapter 473

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Chapter 473

That feeling of complete freedom is so comfortable.

Breathing seems to be easier than usual.

Sheng Bolin invested in many real estate properties in Shanghai.

He selected all the houses with the best layout in the area and took her to see them one by one.

There are three sets that hit Hao Tian's point accurately and perfectly in terms of community environment, geographical location, and house type.

at last.

Among the three sets, Hao Tian chose the one that was more convenient for Sheng Bolin to work.

After choosing a house, Sheng Bolin gave her some forms and asked her to think about them and fill them out slowly over the next few days.

All are issues related to decoration and functional requirements.

After giving her the form, Sheng Bolin said seriously: "This will be a home for the two of us for a long time in the future. I hope to do my best to make Mrs. Sheng feel satisfied and comfortable, and I will also be very happy." .”

Remember https://m in one second.

Hao Tian roughly told Ye Zhimeng the process of choosing a house.

She stirred the cream on the cake: "To be honest, when I stay with Sheng Bolin, it always feels unreal. Is there really such a person in this world?"

"Yes, isn't this what happened to you?" Ye Zhimeng said with a smile.

Hao Tian's happiness was visible to the naked eye.

But within two days, her state was completely different.

"correct!"

Hao Tian slapped her face.

"What are you doing with Li Xingyuan? They were all photographed French kissing!!" Hao Tian said, about to turn over the photo, but Ye Zhimeng held her hand down, "He was shameless and forced me to !”

Hao Tian had a look on her face: You make it up, you keep making it up, whoever you bully doesn’t have a picture, right?

Netizens said that the kiss was so sexy.

Hao Tian also saw that Ye Zhimeng's eyes were twitching!

Was this forced?

"The Internet sucks!" Ye Zhimeng finally cursed through gritted teeth.

If it’s not the Internet, where did these things come from?

"Bao, I still say what I said, life is short, only a few decades, if you want to make peace, go and make peace, and we will talk about the rest later!"

After severing relations with the Chu family and her mother, she got married to Sheng Bolin.

Hao Tian finally understood.

What is about looking forward and backward, what is about taking steps step by step.

Damn it, no matter how hard you move, you still can't escape.

It's your turn, you try your best to resist, but in the end you still can't change the result.

It's better to come as you please.

Maybe there will be another world.

"I got it. I'll finish the project in hand first, and he also has to deal with the old lady's affairs. Let's talk about it later." Ye Zhimeng took a bite of the cake.

I haven’t had this bite in years.

Ye Zhimeng already felt that the cake she loved was a bit too sweet.

The cake is still like this.

Where are people?

Leave the studio.

Ye Zhimeng and Hao Tian originally planned to eat hot pot.

But when I thought about it, Ye Zhimeng's true face was now exposed on the Internet.

If he is recognized, it will be a lot of trouble.

The two ordered hot pot takeout and went back directly.

late at night.

Ye Zhimeng finished taking a bath.

When I opened WeChat, there were already more than a dozen unread messages from Li Xingyuan.

Apart from explaining to her that the new hot search had nothing to do with him, he just posted about some strange trees and stones in the temple.

There are also ants moving...

The last one was from half an hour ago.

"Honey, I've finished the injection."

It was clearly words and there was no expression, but it seemed to Ye Zhimeng that Li Xingyuan was asking for credit.

Ye Zhimeng thought for a while and replied: "Okay."

Li Xingyuan immediately replied: "Are you off work?"

"Yeah." Ye Zhimeng replied.

Now she and Li Xingyuan seemed to have switched sides.

In the past, she sent a lot of messages, but he either didn't reply, or only sent one or two words.