The Chronicle Control Group chooses to be bad

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

    Yu Huaiyan went back to the hotel, pinching his brows wearily.

    The big black mobile phone was placed on the table casually, and it could be seen just by looking up.

    Yu Huaiyan reached out to take it with a thoughtful expression.

    I don't know what she is doing now? Did you not see the phone number he left behind?

    He remembered that before he left, he deliberately pressed the note under the water glass.

    Or are you still angry?

    Yu Huaiyan couldn't help but think of the tooth marks she angrily left on his shoulder that night, it didn't hurt, but numb and itchy.

    It is indeed a bit too much.

    It was rare for Yu Huaiyan to reflect on himself. It seemed that after meeting her, the self-control that he had always been proud of had a faint tendency to collapse... I don't know what

    she is doing now?

    Yu Huaiyan wanted to make a phone call back to ask, but looking at the time, it was already late, so he stopped thinking about it.

    Wen Zhiwen didn't know Yu Huaiyan's thoughts.

    She is busy every day now.

    When we got married, every part of the house was decorated according to the current fashion.

    For example, the bedrooms of Wen Zhiwen and Yu Huaiyan are hung with many colorful plastic paper flower belts, which has the atmosphere of this era.

    Like these decorations, the average couple will leave them in the room, and it can be regarded as a decoration.

    But Wen Zhiwen looked at some hot eyes, and tore off all those things. Aunt Yang looked at it with some pity, and muttered: "How beautiful is this? Why did it get ripped off?" Wen Zhiwen didn't do anything about the overall layout of the house

    . What changes.

    The small building was built decades ago in the style of a western-style building, so when remodeling, Wen Zhiwen also took great care to make the style more like a western-style building.

    But the overall layout has not changed much, the main changes are some decorations.

    Fortunately, there was Aunt Yang at home who could lend a helping hand, otherwise Wen Zhiwen would really not be able to handle it all by herself.

    In the afternoon, Wen Zhiwen was sitting in the living room downstairs watching TV.

    In fact, there are no good-looking TV programs, but staying at home is really boring, so why not turn on the TV and listen to it.

    Wen Zhiwen was not interested in TV programs, but Aunt Yang sat by and watched them with great interest.

    She is not picky about TV programs, not to mention there is such a big color TV, it looks very cool.

    Wen Zhiwen looked at it and then moved his eyes to other places.

    She took the lead in looking at the living room she had remodeled, and affirmed her own aesthetics.

    Then he looked here and there, and finally stopped on a small table by the window.

    Sunlight slanted in through the window, and the breeze blew the white gauze, leaving a swaying spot of light on the table.