Madam, president loves you secrectly

"He emptied everything, as if he had never done so before, but I just know that there are some there, in our home."

"I want to have two people, and even have children in the future. We can live together. We can live together. That's my home."

"What he hasn't got before, I can give it to him. He has, and I can help him guard it. As long as he is, wherever he is, I feel happy."

She vaguely took Wen Jiayi's hand, and the rosy on her face lingered for a long time.

Originally, the "home" she said refers to the villa where Mr. Jun once lived. It originally belonged to the company and was specially assigned to Mr. Jun Xiao, who was the president at that time.

Later, Jun Xiao disappeared and the villa was returned to the company, but song Manxi spent a lot of money to buy the ownership of the villa.

Carefully and seriously redesigned and renovated, the white and cold glass lamps in the room were all replaced by warm yellow incandescent lamps, and various flower shelves were added on the balcony. Now, there are flowers and flowers.

Every once in a while, song Manxi would go there to water the flowers and clean them.

And the wallpaper for decorating the wall. She also changed the original black and white tone into a more attractive light blue.

Guarding a home, waiting for a person.

But she didn't want to live in it. In the final analysis, there was no one she wanted.

Knowing where she wanted to go, Wen Jiayi had to obey her. She pulled song Manxi into a taxi and reported the address of the villa.

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After arriving at the destination and paying the money, Wen Jiayi helped song Manxi out of the car and helped the taxi driver close the door.

"Home, my home is here." Song Manxi pointed to the repainted iron door of the villa and happily faced Wen Jiayi.

"Yes, here we are, home. Is this your home?"

"Yes!"

Wen Jiayi put the change into her wallet, looked at her shaky appearance, and hurriedly held her.

"Walk carefully. I'll look for the key. We're home."

Song Manxi's bag was held by Wen Jiayi. She turned several layers before she found the two brand-new keys from a small label bag.

After successfully opening the door, Wen Jiayi threw song Manxi on the big bed and took off her coat and shoes.

"Gee, it stinks. You'd better wake up tomorrow and don't remember anything. Otherwise, you'll be surprised at your embarrassment when you're drunk."

She pulled her legs onto the bed. Wen Jiayi pulled the neatly folded quilt over Song Manxi's body.

The quilt scraped on her face. She narrowed her eyes and moved her eyelids. When Wen Jiayi pulled down the quilt, she slept comfortably.

Looking at the person lying in bed, Wen Jiayi took out her mobile phone and glanced at the message she had just sent.

After a while, the doorbell rang outside. When the night was dark, the sound was incomparable and urgent.

If Wen Jiayi hadn't known who it was, I'm afraid she would have been scared to death.

She stepped on her woolen slippers and walked to the iron door of the villa in the courtyard.

From a distance, I saw the man standing straight outside the door wearing a black windbreaker and a hooded.

She approached and said respectfully, "here you are."