long love becomes ill

Chapter 892

Qing Huan didn't care too much, the main house was huge, and she originally planned to put a tatami mat in it to take care of him nearby.

Fortunately, everything in the kitchen is well-equipped. Qing Huan put all the fresh vegetables bought by Jingliu into the refrigerator, and then turned on the fire to cook rice. What he made was assorted fried rice. In the main house, the sight inside the house became clearer.

The huge main house only has a big bed, a sofa and a table, and nothing else.The man sat on the sofa, even though he was blind, his back was straight, but his face was gloomy and cold, making him daunting.

Qing Huan looked a little sad, she was used to seeing this man's aloof appearance, but in her heart she didn't want him to stay in such a cold and damp room, and she didn't want to see him so lonely and indifferent.

This is not Li Shenmu's life.He was born to be the center of attention, even if he is cold and contemptuous, he should live the highest quality of life.

"Sir, your lunch." She spoke in French, put the lunch she had just prepared on the only table in front of him, and said quickly before he threw the bowl in anger, "There are more than ten in the kitchen, sir can throw one afternoon."

The implication is that she can spend an afternoon with him.Li Chenmu's temper is so violent, he doesn't want to see people, he must like to be alone in peace, as long as he falls, the cleanliness of the afternoon will be gone.

The man was really angry when he heard the words, and wanted to drop his lunch. He fumbled around but couldn't find it on the table, so he wanted to lift the table immediately.

When Qing Huan pressed the table, the man had to stand up and use force if he wanted to overturn the table. She wanted him to move around so that he looked more lively, not a cold sculpture.

"Get out." Li Shenmu made a hoarse voice, but he didn't lift the table.

Qing Huan put the mineral water on the table, lowered her voice, made her French accent a bit hoarse, and said, "The water is on the table, I'll go to the kitchen to clean up."

The man did not speak.

Qing Huan came out of the main house, breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and then patted her face to cheer herself up.

At a later time, Jing Liu drove back and brought back a cartload of items.

Qing Huan went into the main house and saw that Li Shenmu had already eaten his lunch and drank some water.The man was sitting on the sofa with earphones on, quietly not knowing what he was listening to, as if the silence didn't exist.

She put away the dishes.

Jing Liu carried the heavy carpet he bought into the main house, and spread the heavy blanket with his head down to block the cold air from the stone slabs.

"Put the tatami mats here." Qing Huan saw that the color of the carpet was off-white with a local pattern of small floral patterns. After the carpet was laid, the whole room became much brighter, and her mood became brighter immediately.

Jing Liu put the tatami mats in the corner of the main house, and moved in the fabric sofa chairs, and placed them beside the tatami mats.

Fortunately, Li Shenmu was wearing earphones, otherwise he would be angry and scold him again.

After the main house was reorganized, it finally looked a little warm.Qing Huan drew the curtains, opened the windows, and let the mountain breeze slowly blow into the house, blowing away the dull atmosphere in the room.

Jing Liu is a rough guy, and when he realized that he just bought some things according to Miss Qing Huan's instructions, he just fiddled with them, and felt that the whole holiday house was different, and he was a little bit tongue-tied, after all, he still needed a woman.

After tidying up, Qing Huan settled down in the holiday house thoroughly, and began to fight wits and courage with this irritable and moody tyrant.

(End of this chapter)