Mr. Lin is crazy about his cute wife

Zhang Zhixuan and Li Yishan arrived in the capital and went straight to the Li family's old house.

Li Yishan ordered the nannies to take Zhang Zhixuan's suitcases to Zhang Zhixuan's room.

Li Xier's room is on the same floor as Li Yishan and Zhang Zhixuan. The house is spacious, and although they live on the same floor and next door, their rooms are not close to each other.

Zhang Zhixuan stood at the door of the living room holding Da Lulu, "Li Yishan, will I disturb Xi'er and Lin Yitang if I come back to live here?"

"No, I'm worried that they will disturb us, so I plan to let them move back. No one lives in the old Lin family house anyway." Li Yishan took Zhang Zhixuan's hand, and they went up the stairs instead of taking the elevator.

"No way! Why would you kick Xier and his wife out if I come back to live here? How can I still live happily like this?" Zhang Zhixuan was nervous and quickly stopped Li Yishan.

"I didn't rush. I changed my mind and realized that Li Xier and Lin Yitong are here. They can also help us. It's good for them to continue living here."

Zhang Zhixuan breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that Li Yishan was a little old and slippery.

"Old fox."

"Zhang Zhixuan, you are so cunning, and you are always cunning."

"Li Yishan, do you mind age? We are almost the same. I'm just two years younger than you." Zhang Zhixuan didn't care.

"I care about how many years you have loved me. When you were abroad, did you miss me? Did you?"

"I'll tell you the answer to this question later. Isn't my room here? Why are you taking me to the side?" Zhang Zhixuan followed Li Yishan, feeling a little puzzled.

Li Yishan and Zhang Zhixuan walked to Zhang Zhixuan's new room.

Li Yishan opened the door of the room. Zhang Zhixuan was standing at the door of the room, stunned. "Li Yishan, this room is exactly the same as my bedroom in the house above my house in Hucheng?"

"I decorated this room next to yours. I bet you would like the room in Shanghai, so I had it decorated exactly the same." Li Yishan was a little proud.

"Li Yishan, I was thinking yesterday that it was a shame that I couldn't live in that room, but I didn't expect to live in it today.

Li Yishan, you won the bet, I like this room very much.

Thank you." Zhang Zhixuan hugged Lulu in her arms, and then hugged Li Yishan through Lulu.

Li Yishan was obviously not satisfied with this hug. "Auntie, put your doll down and hug me, okay?"

Zhang Zhixuan giggled, "Okay, okay, I'll hug you." Zhang Zhixuan put the Lulu doll on the big bed covered with lavender bedding, "Come on, let your aunt hug you."

Li Yishan carried Zhang Zhixuan into the room and closed the door.

"Zhang Zhixuan, I feel like I'm dreaming. Hit me and see."

"Silly boy, how could this be a dream? I mustered up so much courage to follow you. How could this be a dream?"

"I am holding you in my own home. This is something that only happens in my dreams." Li Yishan was a little sad.

Zhang Zhixuan stood on tiptoe and kissed Li Yishan's thin lips, "Li Yishan, Zhang Zhixuan is kissing you now, this is not a dream. From now on, we will never be separated."

Li Yishan hugged Zhixuan tightly and deepened the kiss. As they were whispering in each other's ears, someone knocked on the door.

Zhang Zhixuan quickly pushed Li Yishan, and Li Yishan reluctantly let go.

"Who?"

"Master, the store staff is here to deliver the clothes. Where should we put them?" the young nanny asked outside the door.

"Clean up my cloakroom, clean up half of it and put clothes for Miss Zhang." Li Yishan didn't want to open the door and gave the order through it.

"Yes." The nanny left, and the footsteps became quieter and quieter.

"Li Yishan, there's no need to do this. I didn't bring many clothes with me. There's no need to make such a fuss." Zhang Zhixuan is used to keeping a low profile.

"I knew you didn't bring many clothes. I bought you a lot of things. You will live here for the rest of your life anyway. It will be convenient to have more things." Li Yishan held Zhang Zhixuan's little hand, wanting to continue the tenderness from before.