President,you are sick,needs to be cured!

Shang Jingguo coughed twice. He went to Shang Jing. Yu Guang glanced at Wen Zhou, who stood in place, and whispered, "you chose your daughter-in-law. Next, you should hurry up."

Then he left.

Shang Jing's eyes moved slightly and didn't take Shang Jingguo's instructions to heart at all. The next moment, he took the lead in lifting his steps and entering the villa.

Wen Zhou followed closely.

She looked at the architectural style of the villa and the surrounding scenery all the way, and found that Shang Jing really had a good eye, and the selected villa location was particularly suitable for living alone.

But when I thought about the trouble when I came up, I frowned again.

Although it's good, it's not convenient to take a car.

If she wants to go out on business, she has to walk a long way, and whether she can get a taxi is another matter.

When housekeeper LAN heard that the future young lady would arrive today, he specially stood at the door to meet her. When he noticed the small and slender shadow behind Shang Jing, he came forward with a smile: "Shang Shao, Miss Wen."

Wen Zhou raised his head and smiled politely.

The blue housekeeper looked more.

As he entered the villa, Wen Zhou only felt an overwhelming and depression coming from the front.

She noticed the decoration in the villa.

It is a very simple style composed of black, white and gray.

The overall simplicity and atmosphere, but in addition to the three main colors, we can no longer find half of other colors. Even the clothes worn by the blue housekeeper and others are unified black suits.

This taste

Not to mention, it may seem out of place to put it on others, but this style is exactly the same as that of Shang Jing.

In the cold and concise, there is no lack of compelling momentum and invisible sense of oppression.

Wen Zhou doesn't adapt very well.

She prefers bright colors and tends to decorate the room warm and generous. For example, this monotonous color will give her a sense of suffocation and despair without color in life.

Shang Jing suddenly relaxed.

Maybe it seems that Wen Zhou is not used to it, but here is the only place where Shang Jing can relax.

The blue housekeeper took the suitcase held by Wen Zhou and said respectfully, "Miss Wen, your room is ready. You have just arrived at the villa and may not be used to it. I'll take you to the room to get familiar with it first. In addition, if you have any dissatisfaction with your room, you can also tell me, and I will rearrange it according to your preferences. "

Wen Zhou has always been a neglected little transparent in the Wen family. Even the servants served by the Wen family have never paid attention to her. Suddenly, she is not used to such a respectful attitude towards Shanglan housekeeper.

She nodded restraint: "trouble."

At this time, Shang Jing suddenly moved. He raised his arm and took off his black gloves, revealing a pair of bony, slender and clean hands.

Wen Zhou couldn't help looking.

When she saw that Shang Jing had to wear gloves outside, she thought there was something wrong with Shang Jing's hands. It turned out that she thought too much.

The hands belonging to men in front of them are especially beautiful. Even the nails are trimmed clean and round.

This is a pair of very beautiful hands that can be called an artist.

Fortunately, Wen Zhou is not in control of the party, otherwise, she will certainly be unable to restrain her desire to touch it.

After taking off her gloves, Shang Jing raised her fingers and fell on the edge of her ears. With her fingertips, she picked up the elastic rope of the mask and pulled it down gracefully, revealing a beautiful face.

Wen Zhou's eyes stared round and slid past the amazing.