Chapter 25

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Huo Feng was stunned for a moment, and Joan also asked, "how does Mr. Huo know the location of the bathroom?"

Huo Chengzhou's wheelchair continued to move forward and said faintly: "the layout of your house is not complex. Anyone with a little brain can know the location of the bathroom."

Joanne: "

Huo Feng: "

Come on, he has no brain!

undefinedThey entered the house. Joan went upstairs to pack her suitcase and left Huo Chengzhou downstairs.

His wheelchair was rolled over all over the room. There were six pianos in an area of about 120 square meters. There were new styles and old brands. Each one was invaluable.

This is also why Huo Chengzhou asked Joan to play Huo Qingshan piano, because there is an old piano of the same brand in this store, which is placed closest to the French window.

There is a layer of white gauze on it and a cushion on the chair. It can be seen that people often play.

Huo Chengzhou's wheelchair leaned over, his fingertips flowed on the black-and-white keys, and a string of notes broke out.

Huo Feng quickly entered the door and saw Huo Chengzhou playing with the piano. He walked over and whispered, "brother Cheng, do you really plan to work here in the future?"

Huo Chengzhou's slender fingers knocked on the keys one after another. His tone was indistinguishable from happiness and anger: "HMM."

Huo Feng glanced at the stairs and lowered his voice: "what do you do with your work?"

Huo Chengzhou raised his eyebrows lightly and said carelessly, "do you think she can see what I'm doing here?"

Huo Feng scratched his head, too.

Huo Chengzhou raised his hand to block his eyes, and his eyebrows jumped with interest: "and the sun here is good, suitable for sleeping."

Huo Feng: "

Joan soon came down with a small box. Huofeng quickly picked it up. The three people got out of the yard and got on the bus back to Huo's house.

Joan was in a good mood: "how's it going, Mr. Huo? Is the working environment satisfactory?"

"Can you make suggestions for improvement?" Huo Chengzhou raised his voice and asked.

Joanne said, "yes."

"Put me a sofa by the French window. It's good to lie in the sun in this weather."

Joan felt that Huo Chengzhou's words were a little brazen, but she smiled gently: "yes, at her own expense."

Huo Chengzhou raised his eyebrows slightly: "don't you mean to raise me? You changed your mind so soon?"

Joan smiled unchanged: "wait until you have sales performance, Mr. Huo."

Huo Chengzhou: "

It's a little sour to be KPI by the "boss" for the first time in my life.

......

Listen to zhuxuan.

The car was parked in the parking space. Aunt Fang, the housekeeper who had received the news for a long time, had been waiting nearby. She opened Joan's door very attentively and said hello to her: "madam, I'm Fang, the housekeeper of the house. You can call my aunt Fang as they do."

"Hello, aunt Fang."

Aunt Fang's eyes fell on Joan. Her facial features were dignified and her temperament was elegant. She looked like a good person to get along with.

The only pity is that the eyes can't see for the time being.

She helped her: "go, I'll take you back to the house. Lunch is ready."

Joan thanked her and followed aunt Fang to the house. After arriving at the door, several servants came to say hello. Joan nodded in turn. The more nervous she was.

From now on, even if she has really integrated into a new family, she is at a loss about her identity change, and began to rise gradually in the sound of "good wife".

Lunch is very rich, but Joan and Huo Chengzhou eat very quietly. Not only Joan, but also for Huo Chengzhou, this is a new experience.

Looking at Joanne, who was very careful in every move across the street, his fingertips buckled on the desktop: "in the future, this house will be your home. I hope you can get familiar with it as soon as possible. Don't be like an outsider."

Joanne held the glass. "I'll try."

Silent, Joe Ann added: "Mr. Huo, I don't need a big bed where I live. Anyway, I sleep alone. It doesn't matter."

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