He didn't face Aunt Zhao's calmness at all. Every heartbeat brought dizziness and overwhelming.

However, the question is coming, where is he going to take her to "date"?

Pei Chuan has no interest in life, Beiyao knows.

When she looked at the gate in front of her, she chuckled and said nothing.

Pei Chuan took out the key in silence and opened the door.

He took her home.

This is the new apartment he bought in City B. Before opening the door, Pei Chuan pursed his lips.

Bei Yao wanted to laugh, but when she saw the house, she was stunned.

She remembers going to Pei Chuan's home in C city once during the Spring Festival in high school. Not a little bit popular, she can only wear Pei Chuan shoes. But now...

The house is sunny and the sun is pouring down. The house is very big and large. In city b, the house prices are still very large in this year. The curtains are gentle and warm.

The balcony was planted with evening primrose, cleome, peony, and a large rose.

Floor-to-ceiling windows were specially made in front of the balcony, and there were flower and vine swings in front of the windows.

The carpet is beige and there are many small and lovely pillows on the sofa.

There are ladies slippers at the entrance, which are decorated with a cute pink rabbit.

She couldn't react. If it wasn't for Pei Chuan's key to open the house, she would think that she had broken into the house that the rich man bought for the princess.

Pei Chuan didn't speak, he didn't even dare to look at her expression.

All thoughts are actually clear in this "home". The house is not far from B, he knows she will go to school.

Bei Yao said: "Your home is so beautiful."

He whispered: "Well."

Beiyao was only twenty-one this year. She never thought of getting married. The only thing she dared to think about was that Pei Chuan knew she would come to play and made her a small swing.

She was very nice and polite, and did not walk around. She asked Pei Chuan with her eyes: "Can I sit on a swing?"

The flower vine swing is really beautiful.

Pei Chuan nodded.

She didn't want anyone to push, because it was novel, it would be nice if the house was big, if their house was in the small broken house in city C, let alone the swing, the wicker chair would not be able to settle down.

Pei Chuan was very happy to see her, gritted her teeth, and said hardly: "Do you want to see the bedroom?"

Pei Yao leaned his head against the flower vine, and his small face was more delicate than the rose behind him.

She didn't understand what other people's bedrooms look good, but the man's eyes were dark, with unspeakable hopes. She had to ask softly, "Can I watch?"

of course.

He opened the bedroom door.

Bei Yao was dumbfounded.

If it were said, she hadn't noticed something wrong just now. Now idiots understand.

Pei Chuan lowered his eyes, his lips pale slightly.

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