Dressed as a wealthy widow who inherits billions of inheritances

Chapter 378 Move to Your Room

Xia Zhiwei turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"

"Whether a man really loves this woman can be seen from the money he spends. The more he spends, the more he proves that he is serious about this woman, and the more it proves that he will not leave and let go of this woman easily. After all With such a large initial investment, wouldn’t it be a big loss to give up halfway?”

Xia Zhiwei was skeptical about this, "Those philandering rich second generations spent a lot of money on every girlfriend, and they all broke up in the end."

"A few bags, a car, or a piece of real estate are nothing to these wealthy second generations, and the money is all given by their families, so they don't feel bad about spending it.

I am different, Wei Wei, every penny I spend on you is earned by myself.And spending it on you is not called spending money, but justified. "

Isn't it natural for a husband to spend his money for his wife?

"Crap!"

Although the mouth is complaining, but the heart is still very sweet.

A boyfriend who can make money is a manifestation of his ability, and there is no woman who does not like her man to be a strong one.

After walking home, Xia Zhiwei went upstairs to take a shower.

Shen Ye followed behind her.

Halfway there, Xia Zhiwei remembered that her boyfriend's room didn't have a mattress.

"Where do you sleep at night?"

Shen Ye looked at her fixedly, his eyes seemed to express: she asked too much.

Xia Zhiwei also felt that her question was a bit hypocritical.

It's not once or twice that two people share the same bed. Is it really necessary to drive people to the living room to sleep on the sofa?

So, before the man could answer, Xia Zhiwei turned around and walked to the second floor.

A man asked from behind: "Where do you want me to sleep?"

Xia Zhiwei pretended not to hear.

As a result, as soon as he walked up to the second floor, he was pulled by a man, and the wall was on the wall of the corridor.

"What do you want?"

There is a wall lamp above the two of them. The light bulb of the wall light is very bright, but the man's eyes are brighter than the light bulb when he looks at her.

"Wei Wei, please take care of me."

Just as Xia Zhiwei was about to speak, she heard the man's next sentence, "I mean the long-term kind."

The heat spread from the cheeks to the roots of the ears, Xia Zhiwei couldn't help it, "Let go of me first."

The corners of Shen Ye's lips raised into a smile, "If you didn't refuse, then I'll take it as your agreement. You go back to your room to take a shower first, and I'll pack your luggage."

"What are you packing for?"

"Move to your room."

"..."

She just agreed to give him half of the bed, why did she even have to move the luggage?
No, she hasn't agreed to share half of the bed with him yet!

When Xia Zhiwei came out of the shower, there were already two suitcases in the room.

Walking into the cloakroom, Shen Ye stood in front of the wardrobe and tidied the wardrobe.

Seeing her come in, he said naturally, "I don't have a lot of clothes, a wardrobe is enough."

Xia Zhiwei watched him silently for a while, then walked to the full-length mirror, picked up the hair dryer on the wall and prepared to dry his hair.

"Wait."

The man took the hair dryer in her hand, hung it back on the wall, picked up the towel she put on the cabinet, and helped her wet her hair.

"Dry the water vapor on the hair a little bit, and it won't hurt the hair quality so much when blowing hot air."

Under the warm white light, the man's face was handsome and ascetic, his black eyes slightly drooping, his expression focused and gentle.

Xia Zhiwei watched quietly through the mirror, and suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with living together.

Xia Zhiwei's hair was long, and the man turned on the hair dryer to a low wind, and it didn't dry for a long time.

Xia Zhiwei urged with sore legs, "Hurry up."

Looking at the woman in the glasses, a soft light appeared in Shen Ye's eyes, "It will be fine soon."

The woman's hair was black and smooth, like the finest silk, and he couldn't put it down.

(End of this chapter)