The stepmother of a wealthy family became popular by relying on reverse posting on her baby

Wu Qianqing looked in and saw that the whole room was black, white and gray. Very meaningful. It's very similar to Zheng Shaosu's style.

When he was young, he stayed in hotels in this style.

She was a little surprised at the time. Why would he like this style?

It turned out to be a habit since childhood.

"Then...can I go in and have a look?" Wu Qianqing was still very interested in the place where Zheng Shaosu lived before.

Curious about everything about him.

All this was captured easily by Zheng Shaosu. There was a flash of smile.

"go in."

"Okay." Wu Qianqing went in. Zheng Shaosu's room was very big. It contains a cloakroom, etc. There is also a large and comfortable balcony.

Looking around, Wu Qianqing finally landed on a few photos in Zheng Shaosu's room.

"So you looked like this when you were a child?"

She pointed to the photos. The little figure on it. But her appearance is very soft and waxy, as if she is exquisitely carved, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Wu Qianqing wanted to reach over and pinch this little face.

Zheng Shaosu was a man of exquisite craftsmanship when he was a child, but he was cold and noble when he was young. Now he is mature and contains masculine charm.

Zheng Shaosu laughed and moved closer to her. "I grew up okay when I was a kid, right?"

"It's okay." Wu Qianqing turned to look at him with a smile. Their noses almost touched him. Even the lips almost touched each other. There was a feeling like you were trying to kiss but didn't get it.

Wu Shaosu lowered his head and was about to kiss her, but Wu Qianqing suddenly pulled away.

Her ears were terribly red. "We're talking about your photos."

"Ok, I know."

Ok, I know…

That voice was really...magnetic, like someone possessed.

Wu Qianqing immediately looked elsewhere. He admired the paintings hanging in his room and opened his cloakroom to take a look. In the end, the gaze reluctantly left. It seems that he wants to see everything he likes.

"If you like, we can live here." Zheng Shaosu said at this time.

Wu Qianqing immediately walked to the balcony and sat on the sofa. "When did I...when did I say I liked it here?"

Well...she almost moved all his things away with her eyes.

"Okay, I don't like it." Zheng Shaosu pretended that his breath was a little lighter.

The atmosphere was once delicate.

Wu Qianqing looked up at him. Wouldn't this break his heart?

"I...I mean, it's nice here. It doesn't mean I don't like it. It's just one person's style, right? You understand, right?"

Zheng Shaosu didn't respond to her, which made her look even sadder.

Wu Qianqing scratched her hair a little. "I'm just...I'm just playing hard to get, you won't take it seriously, right?"

Still no one answered her.

The atmosphere was still depressed. Wu Qianqing could only walk up to him, squat down and said. "I can swear that what I just said is true. I didn't mean to comfort you. I actually really like it here."

"Then what do you like here?" Zheng Shaosu raised his head and asked her.

There is still a hint of sadness there.

"I..." Wu Qianqing looked around. "I love the pictures! The paintings on your walls, and the ones you were interested in as a child. I also love your dressing room."

Zheng Shaosu's eyes finally turned cloudy. Wu Qianqing vaguely realized that something was not right. But I can’t tell.

Zheng Shaosu looked at her and stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms.

Wu Qianqing sat in his arms, feeling flustered. "Zheng Shaosu! Your hands!"

He seemed to have forgotten what they were discussing.