Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

Lan Lan hooked the lip corner, bounced on Mu Haitang's forehead, and then lifted her. The touch of the slender bone in her hand made Lan Lan completely feel that the woman in front of her has lost a lot of weight in recent years.

The strength of the hand also relaxed slightly, helped her close to the car, and then took her home.

"Here we are!"

Lan Lan wants to open her house like inviting Bao and wants Mu Haitang standing at the door to see it more clearly.

The room is clean and tidy. The pattern of two rooms and two living rooms is very common, but the only selling point of this suite is that it is a sea viewing room. When you open the balcony, you can see the blue sea. Even the wind blowing in has a salty taste.

But what surprised Mu Haitang more was that the room was not clean and tidy, and even some did not look like Lan Lan's style.

"It's so neat! Do you ask the housekeeping to clean up the house on the road in advance?"

The decoration of the hall is a little cold and hard. It is very modern. It is difficult to compare with the woman in front of us. It is completely two styles.

"Don't underestimate this suite! I tell you! I bought it entirely with my own money. It has nothing to do with my father's dime!"

"The hall! Naturally, if you want to make it like this, you can see it when someone comes. After all, I'm a valuable person now!"

Mu Haitang looked at Lan Lan's nose. He immediately wanted to laugh at it, but he was also very pleased that people with such brains would start managing money.

"Yes, you are a great designer, and your value is naturally high!"

Lanlan university studies design and designs a lot. It not only designs simple houses and designs patterns, but also specially went to Milan to study for a period of time. It's nothing to say about designing clothes and bags.

Lan Lan was also a little elated when she heard this sentence. Her eyes narrowed with laughter.

"I'll go and see my bedroom first. You should be ready, too."

Mu Haitang opened the room he wanted to lie in for the second time. The impact inside and outside completely defeated Mu Haitang, just as he had just landed and was suddenly killed by a big wave on the beach.

"This, is this also the style?"

Lan Lan looked at Mu Haitang's fingers and smiled, but her pouted mouth was still unwilling to relax. After all, she was also a person who wanted face.

"... HMM! That... That's also a style!... don't you feel a great impact?"

Mu Haitang listened to this sentence and had the impulse to laugh. He looked at the unique room with a strange smile on his face. The corners of his mouth were forced down by her. She was also afraid that it would hurt Lan Lan's self-confidence.

The room was in a mess. The desk next to the window was fairly tidy. The paper with lines on it was clamped together and stacked on the table.

There are scattered brushes on the ground, as well as some dried up pigments and crumpled waste paper. There is indeed a bed in the room, but it can't be called bed, or a "work of art".

The bed board is full of graffiti. Some creative oil paintings make the bed sleepless, and waste paper is scattered on it.

Naturally, there is no let go on the wall. The scattered pigments, oil paintings and white walls are smeared with pigments. Even the ceiling has suffered. I don't know how Lan Lan Lan got the pigments up.

"I was relieved to see this room. Fortunately, LAN LAN is still the same LAN LAN as before!"