All the furnishings in Xie Jinhuan's home are brand new, and you can tell from a glance that they just moved in not long ago.
The villa is decorated in a minimalist style of black, white and gray. Tang Qiaoer can tell at a glance that all the furniture and home appliances are from the world's top brands and are low-key luxury.
As soon as she came in, she felt a little cold and slightly shrank her shoulders.
It's not that the heating is not enough, but the empty space and the monotonous colors make people feel a depressing coolness visually.
"Qiaoqiao, are you a little cold?"
Xie Jinhuan personally took out a pair of pure white women's plush slippers from the shoe cabinet, knelt on one knee and placed them at Tang Qiaoer's feet. "Put them on quickly. I'll turn up the heating."
Tang Qiaoer's long eyelashes fluttered and she put her fair and shiny feet into the warm slippers.
Fluffy and very comfortable.
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The shoes are new and even fit the size. It was like it was specially prepared for her.
"Master, you are back." Zhou's mother, who had taken care of their mother and son all year round, came out to greet them with a smile.
"Qiaoqiao, this is Mother Zhou."
Xie Jinhuan introduced with a smile, "Mother Zhou, this is..."
"I know, I know! Is it Miss Tang that you are thinking about so much? Hello, Miss Tang!"
Zhou's mother was so enthusiastic that she kept looking at Tang Qiao'er, "She's so beautiful... what a great beauty! My God... she's even more beautiful than the top lady in the Mori State beauty pageant. !”
Tang Qiaoer's cheeks were rosy, her beautiful eyes were curved, and she was a little shy, "Thank you for your compliment, Mother Zhou."
"Come in, come in, it's cold outside, isn't it? Master, my wife is waiting for you!"
Zhou Ma led them to the living room, looking back at them from time to time along the way. The more she looked at them, the more she liked them, and the more they looked at them, the more they seemed like a perfect match.
Tang Qiaoer felt a little uneasy.
In her impression, she could not remember clearly what Mrs. Xie looked like.
When I went to Xie's house to play when I was a child, Mr. Xie came out to receive them alone, and Mrs. Xie rarely showed up. After meeting her twice by chance, she only remembered that Mrs. Xie was a rather gentle and kind woman.
"mom!"
Hearing Xie Jinhuan's call, the middle-aged woman wrapped in a camel-colored velvet blanket and sitting in a wheelchair slowly turned around.
Tang Qiaoer's breath was suffocated and she felt a little uncomfortable.
Mrs. Xie is about the same age as Aunt Min, but her hair is gray and her beauty is late.
"Son! My son is back!"
Mrs. Xie suddenly smiled. Although she was old, she still smiled very beautifully, which showed how outstandingly beautiful she was when she was young.
Xie Jinhuan hurriedly walked over and hugged his mother, "Mom, Miss Tang is here to visit you."
"Ah...is it Qiaoqiao? Is it Qiaoqiao?"
Mrs. Xie looked as lively as a child, looking at Tang Qiaoer with eyes full of love, "Quick! Mother Zhou, Mother Zhou!"
"Hey, I'm here, madam!" Zhou's mother responded hurriedly.
"Quickly, get some juice for Qiaoqiao and some candies for Qiaoqiao!"
"Okay, okay!"
Zhou Ma hurriedly grabbed a handful of colorful candies from the exquisite snack box on the coffee table and enthusiastically held them in front of Tang Qiaoer, "Miss Tang, you can eat the candies."
Tang Qiaoer was a little surprised and took the candy.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Xie’s way of entertaining guests was so special, she even handed out candy.
"Ah Jin, from now on you should bring your children to play at home from time to time! Don't be afraid of disturbing Mom, she is just afraid that you will be alone and no one will play with you." Mrs. Xie said and looked at her son worriedly.
Tang Qiaoer was suddenly startled, and her stunned eyes fell on Xie Jinhuan inch by inch.
"Mom, don't worry, with Qiaoqiao by my side, I won't be lonely at all."
Sadness flashed through Xie Jinhuan's eyes, and he gently stroked Mrs. Xie's back, "Even if all the children ignore me, Qiaoqiao will not ignore me."
"Okay, okay... From now on, Qiaoqiao, you should come and play with Ajin at home more often!" Mrs. girl.
"Thank you, Mrs. Xie."
