Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 173 is different

Jiang Chunhui looked at the newly moved house, and felt that it was a bit ordinary, and there was nothing new about it.

Although the room has been renovated, there are too many things in it, and the quality of the decoration can hardly be seen.

There are even several old and new cars in the living room.

Jiang Chunhui asked Ziqiao, how old are you, why do you still keep this small car?

Ziqiao said it was left by grandma, and said it would be a pity to throw it away. He wanted to give it to a child in another family, but he couldn't find the owner for a while.

Mother had already washed and cut the vegetables, and when he came in, she asked him to wash his hands and prepare them. It would take less than ten minutes for him to finish.

Sang Xiaoyu was checking the account book, and he just greeted him briefly when he came in.

Sang Xiaoyu's behaviors are normal in normal times, but Jiang Chunhui doesn't know what's wrong with him now, and he always feels that Sang Xiaoyu is neglecting him.

Should I at least ask him why he hasn't been here for a while?Why don't people come and not even make a phone call?Is he really dispensable to her?
The more Jiang Chunhui thought about it, the angrier he became.

Fortunately, Sang Xiaoyu's mother was so enthusiastic that she was not at all unhappy that he came empty-handed, while Ziqiao was pulling him to watch the Transformers he had assembled.

During the meal, they talked about Fei Jiani again. Jiang Chunhui said that she shouldn't put her in the factory, it would be bad for her, and it would be too late when something happened.

Sang Xiaoyu said that it was impossible for Fei Jiani to continue doing this for a long time, so giving her a transitional period was considered a help to her.

Several people ate moderately, especially the mother, who immediately noticed that Jiang Chunhui was absent-minded.

In the past, Jiang Chunhui would either tell jokes or encourage drinking at the dinner table. Anyway, his enthusiasm was high like a child, but today is particularly abnormal, and he can't be interested in seeing things he likes.

His mother put the plate in front of him again and again, and he finally had to say that he had eaten.

Mother didn't know what happened between the two of them, so she said that Sang Xiaoyu's house was well decorated and asked Jiang Chunhui to visit.

Jiang Chunhui took a few more sips of wine, saying that Sang Xiaoyu was now disowned by his relatives, and that the house was installed and moved in without saying hello.

Sang Xiaoyu said disapprovingly: "It's not a big deal. I'm too busy now, and my mind is messed up by things in the factory."

Jiang Chunhui said he didn't want to watch it, but he will talk about it later when he has time.

Sang Xiaoyu immediately agreed, saying that there is always time in the future.

Hearing what she said, Jiang Chunhui suddenly changed his mind and insisted on going up to have a look.

Sang Xiaoyu said that his emotions are like a child's, changing as he says.

The two went upstairs one after the other.

When Sang Xiaoyu opened the door, Jiang Chunhui deliberately walked close to her. When Sang Xiaoyu opened the door, Jiang Chunhui's eyes straightened.

What greets the eyes is a beautiful space with emotional appeal.

The whole room is in a light blue-green hue, a bit like the color of Jiang Chunhui's windmill.

The wall is decorated in simple and fresh tones, with unintentional tenderness and romance. The entire living room adheres to the design concept of "empty and simple", creating a simple and transparent sense of space.

Next to the TV, there are several small pedestals protruding from the wall, on which are some small ornaments that Sang Xiaoyu usually likes.

The floor is made of large white tiles, and the sofa opposite the TV is light green in harmony with the wall.

The balcony of the living room adopts a large area of ​​floor-to-ceiling glass, which releases the grand atmosphere of the space through the falling sunlight, making the indoor light more abundant, quiet and soft.

Jiang Chunhui's home has villas and ordinary apartment types, but none of them can reach Sang Xiaoyu's aesthetic level. Her decoration concept is to maintain a simple and elegant aesthetic, but also present a delicate temperament. warm feeling.

In the most conspicuous place in the living room hung a small photo, inlaid in a frame.

Sang Xiaoyu was on a green meadow, wearing a pale yellow gauze dress, holding the same bright yellow flower in her hand. She smelled it, and the fragrance of the flower came to her face.

The handsome Ziqiao and his mother wore similar yellow suspender pants, which were tightly attached to the mother's waist. He closed his eyes intoxicatedly, enjoying the warmth and beauty brought by nature and his mother.

Jiang Chunhui seemed to have realized that Sang Xiaoyu was such a woman. She was not very different from others on the outside, but she was different in her heart.

Sang Xiaoyu handed him a pair of shoes, and Jiang Chunhui remembered to change them.

When he reached the balcony, he was shocked again.

There are green plants on the balcony, but there are no potted flowers.

Their leaves are clean and tidy, emitting a green luster, and although they are not exotic flowers and plants, they release a strong natural scent of flowers and plants.

The balcony is full of spring, and outside the window is an open space like the sea and the sky. There is a community with various sports facilities inside.

When Jiang Chunhui arrived in the bedroom, he felt that this was a place that was unforgettable and hard to leave.

There are bright lights everywhere in the room. On the bed is a square new blue and white quilt leaning against the head of the bed. On the left is the bedside table with a cute little animal-like table lamp on it. The curtains are in the shape of ordinary lattice. The whole room can't be described as coordinated.

Jiang Chunhui gently opened the door of the closet, and Sang Xiaoyu's clothes were hung neatly on it, each of which was covered with a transparent plastic bag...

Jiang Chunhui felt that he had been with Sang Xiaoyu for a long time, and the original curiosity and novelty towards her had almost disappeared. Except that he hadn't got her yet, he felt that Sang Xiaoyu's aura had almost disappeared.

But Sang Xiaoyu's difference lies in her bones. On the surface, she never distinguishes herself from others, and even has a little low self-esteem in many cases...

But it is in these seemingly similar things that Sang Xiaoyu is absolutely extraordinary.

Like her designs.

Sang Xiaoyu doesn't like to follow the trend. The current design is the same as the trend, almost the same, but Sang Xiaoyu uses a unique vision to find a new way.

Jiang Chunhui said in admiration: "Such a house is really beautiful. I think that if everyone loves you, you shouldn't be in business. Being a designer with a paintbrush is a perfect choice."

Sang Xiaoyu smiled, and was very happy to see him praising her, so she let him into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the windows are bright and clean, and the grid tiles are composed of gray and white.

Sang Xiaoyu created two hanging ornaments in the space, on which four flowers caught the eye.

Sang Xiaoyu suddenly opened the table attached to the wall, put four vases on the four corners, and then said with a smile: "I am saving space, the area is too small..."

Jiang Chunhui asked her if she was so busy and not afraid of trouble?

Sang Xiaoyu said that if the place where she lives is not comfortable, I will be sorry for myself. When I was in a bungalow, I was powerless. Now that I finally have my own house, I am worthy of myself if I build it well.

Jiang Chunhui said that she was too eccentric, why didn't she put so much effort into her mother's house?

Sang Xiaoyu said that her mother's house was about to become a waste collection station, and she was helpless.

(End of this chapter)