good morning black belly husband

Chapter 1270 1 more

Cheng Yi'an didn't expect that he thought so carefully.

"Here we are." Nan Jingheng stopped in front of the door, took out a key, and handed it to Cheng Yi'an, "Welcome home, you come to open the door."

Cheng Yi'an took the key and looked at the door in front of him.

When she was a child, she went out to play countless times and came back hopping, shouting at the door: "Mom, I'm back."

Now, no one will respond to her.

She seemed to see her childhood figure happily calling the door in front of the door.

Nan Jingheng didn't urge him either, and waited for Cheng Yi'an to recover from his memories, and took the key to open the door.

After opening it, Cheng Yi'an stood at the door and was stunned.

She thought that the house had been rented out for so long and experienced so many tenants, it had already changed a lot.

It is impossible to maintain the appearance of a few years ago.

She thought that even if Nan Jingheng took the house back, he would not have time to restore the house to its previous appearance.

He just took the house back.

She never expected that he thought so meticulously, not only took the house back, but also restored the house to its previous appearance.

After being stunned for a while, Cheng Yi'an finally walked in, starting from the entrance, passing through the hall, and then turning to the living room.

Wherever he went, all the home decorations were exactly the same as before.

Like those furniture in the past, in fact, the appearance is already outdated, and now you can't buy it at all.

She could tell along the way that some of the furniture inside were new and some were old.

The old ones also have some mottled marks, nicks, scratches, and some mottled in the inconspicuous corners.

Although the new one is brand new, it looks like it was just made, but if you want to buy this old style now, you can only order it.

But looking at the decoration, it is exactly the same size as before, one point more, one point less, nothing at all.

There is a wardrobe, because it has been there for many years without changing its position, so it has left marks on the wall.

The rest of the blank part of the wall is a little old in color, but the part blocked by the wardrobe is still clean, and it becomes two colors.

But Cheng Yi'an saw that the position of the wardrobe was just right, and the mark was not exposed at all.

"You..." Cheng Yi'an moved his mouth, his voice was hoarse, "How could..."

"After taking over the house, I came to see it. There have been many tenants in these years. It is impossible for the interior decoration of the house to remain the same as before. It has changed a lot in these years."

"Some of the furniture has been lost. You can tell that the furniture here is new and old. The old ones are the only ones left. I didn't change them. After all, this is your memory with your parents. It was sold and thrown away. I can't find those, so I can only order them as they are." Nan Jingheng explained.

"But how do you know what they look like?" Cheng Yi'an was puzzled.

"I saw the photos of you when you were a child. Many of them were taken at home. You can see a lot from the background. According to the photos, they were gradually restored. As for the size, you can see that there are marks on the wall , measure the size of the seal, and you can probably know the size of these furniture."

Although Nan Jingheng said it simply, Cheng Yi'an knew that he spent a lot of brainwork on it, and it was not easy to restore it completely.

"I didn't expect..." Cheng Yi'an's throat was sore.

Although the old can never be found again, there is still wonder between the old and the new.

(End of this chapter)