I Just Want to be a Shenhao Quietly

For example, a house, a total of more than three million yuan, is quite a lot, but it can be used for a lifetime.

300,000 cars can be driven for several years at least.

But the 500,000 that Lin Xian just gave Zhuang Tong was just pocket money!

Nie Qingqing's family is not bad, but 500,000 is almost equal to the sum of their family's income for two or three years.

Time, she looked at the two eyes a little complicated.

Very tangled inside.

She is not a money-loving woman, and she also has her own plans and fantasies for her future life.

But what woman doesn't want to make herself feel better?

Especially with the living example of Zhuang Tong.

Don't worry about money, you will have hundreds of thousands of pocket money if you act like a spoiled child. You can get all the car and house. You can do whatever you want every day.

The key man is still so attractive.

After a few minutes.

Only then did Zhuang Tong slowly raise her head and calm down her rapid breathing. She hurriedly said, "Honey, how about I buy a luxury massage chair?"

"Massage chair?"

Lin Xian nodded and said: "This idea is good, but where should it be placed? Although the effect of a luxury massage chair is not as good as that of a technician in a spa, it is more convenient, and you can relax your body anytime, anywhere.

"The study room! It's empty anyway," Zhuang Tong suggested.

"Okay, you can arrange it!"

In Lin Xian's heart, this house had long been given to Zhuang Tong by default.

No matter how much she tossed, she lived with two people, the study was really useless, it was better to use it than to leave it empty.

After making the decision, Zhuang Tong took Nie Litong and began to discuss on the laptop which massage chair to buy.

Xianyu seemed to be tired from playing, and at this moment, he was dozing off in Lin Xian's arms.

Lin Xian smiled slightly, opened Zorich's "Mathematical Analysis", and read the book while stroking his cat.

Time passed without knowing it.

At eleven o'clock, Lin Xian closed the book and rubbed his eyebrows.

Zhuang Tong and Nie Qingqing seemed to be afraid of disturbing his reading, so they didn't know when to go back to the room.

It was the little salted fish, huddled in a ball in his arms, sleeping extraordinarily sweet.

Putting the little guy into the cat litter, Lin Xian stretched and walked quickly into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Zhuang Tong was lying on the bed, watching a play with a notebook, under the light pajamas, showing off his figure.

Lin Xian jumped up and was about to do everything, but saw Zhuang Tong looking at him innocently, and said softly, "Dear, I'm here today!"

With just one sentence, the flame in his heart was extinguished.

Seeing his disappointment, Zhuang Tong said with a wicked smile, "Honey, why don't you go to the guest room to find Qingqing, I believe she will not refuse."

Lin Xian shook his head and laughed: "Forget it, don't harm others. After all, not every woman can accept being a lover."

"whatever!"

Zhuang Tong smiled meaningfully and did not continue to persuade.

late at night

Lin Xian was awakened by a feeling of urination.

Sitting up in a daze, he was too lazy to turn on the light, so he walked to the bathroom in the dark.

He wakes up in the middle of the night and is not used to turning on the lights, otherwise the lights will affect the quality of sleep that follows.

Not only he has this habit, but also Zhuang Tong.

Yan Xiaoman is the same.

Lu came to the bathroom in the dark, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw a figure crashing into his arms.

Lin Xian was startled, and his conditioned reflex stretched out his hand to support him.

what!

The other party obviously thought of it, and could not help but let out a soft cry. There were only three people living in the room, and Lin Xian knew without looking that the other party was definitely Nie Qingqing.

Feeling her gigantic scale, Lin Xian couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Can't see it!

Usually hidden very well, I didn't expect it to be more exaggerated than Zhuang Tong.

Nie Liqing leaned against his arms, feeling his heartbeat and breathing, and felt a little soft for a while.

The two just hugged each other and stood at the door of the bathroom.

Seeing that Nie Qingqing didn't mean to struggle at all, Lin Xian immediately understood and asked softly, "Have you made up your mind?"

Through his ultra-clear eyes, he could clearly see that Nie Qingqing's favorability toward him was constantly rising and falling.

It rushes to 90 for a while, and then drops back to 80, which is constantly changing almost every second.

It shows that she is currently in a fierce struggle in her heart.

Hearing this, Nie Qingqing bit her lip.

At this moment, her mood was extremely complicated.

On the one hand, it is the life of Zhuang Tong, who is envied, on the other hand, it is the criticism of reason and morality.

On the other hand, it is a good impression of Lin Xian.

If the person holding her at the moment was a greasy middle-aged man, she would definitely slap him in the face without saying a word.

Can be replaced by Lin Xian...

Thinking of Lin Xian's warm smile, Nie Qingqing felt her heart beat faster.