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The apartment is on the eighth floor, which is an auspicious number that Zhao Yimian likes.

The key is the height of the floor. Even if the power goes out, it is not a big problem for her. It is not a problem for Zhao Yimian to climb the eighth floor. The problem is the fifteenth floor of her house. Half of my own life can be lost.

The door lock is in the form of fingerprints and passwords. Shen Mingchu grabbed Zhao Yimian's hand and entered her fingerprints. Zhao Yimian was embraced by her from behind, and her hand was pressed on the cold touch screen. Behind her was her warm embrace, and her face was flushed and hot. , Shen Mingchu saw her bleeding ear from behind, and quietly raised the corners of his lips.

Entering the door is a sunken entrance. The floor height of this apartment is not low. Even if it is increased, it still does not look cramped. The design of the entrance makes Zhao Yimian's eyes shine. Unpacked slippers.

"Wow, so cute!"

Two pairs of plush slippers, one black and one white, are dotted with cats of the same color. The black cat has a small bell on its neck, and the white cat has bows on its ears. Shen Mingchu took the two pairs of shoes and asked her, "Which one do you like?" ?”

Zhao Yimian was immediately caught in a tangle, "Both of them are so cute..."

She looked around with tangled eyes, finally stopped on the black pair, and made a decision, "You should wear white ones, I think white ones match your temperament better."

There is a feeling of otherworldly fireworks.

Shen Mingchu unwrapped the package, crumpled the plastic bag and threw it into the sensor-type trash can next to it. Only then did Zhao Yimian notice that even the trash can was Doraemon in the shape of a cartoon. The blue fat man sensed the approach of the human body, and Zhang Open your mouth and eat the garbage.

It's only just entered the door, Zhao Yimian feels that her girlish heart has been manipulated to death.

In the living room, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the whole room through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Although the apartment is on the eighth floor, but because the location is well chosen, there is no higher shelter outside, so you can see the entire crimson sky and clouds at a glance. The layered red is dyed by the last brilliance of the sun, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

Zhao Yimian saw the swing set next to the floor-to-ceiling windows at a glance, she walked over quickly, eager to try but dared not go up, Shen Mingchu encouraged: "Sit and see, see if you like it."

"Ah——" Zhao Yimian screamed and jumped on it, cheering in surprise, "Immortal decoration! Your house is also amazing! I dreamed of installing a swing set in my home, but my mother thought the swing set took her Where flowers grow, don’t let me buy them... I love you so much."

"You love me so much..." Shen Mingchu chewed on these words, and suddenly laughed, "You love me so much, do you need to show it?"

"what?"

Zhao Yimian raised her head and saw Shen Mingchu nodding her cheek.

The woman smiled slightly, with anticipation written in her eyes. Under the halo of dusk, she looked as beautiful as the goddess Venus in mythology.

As if being bewitched, Zhao Yimian put her hands on both sides of the swing frame, straightened her waist, and put her lips on the place where her fingers lightly tapped.

The face of the person who realized what she had done belatedly turned red all of a sudden, and turned her head to look at the scenery, but the crimson neck revealed her panic and shyness at the moment.

Shen Mingchu touched the place where he was kissed in satisfaction, without being forced too hard, and took the initiative to change the subject: "Are you going to sit on the swing frame for a while, or go to see other rooms?"

Zhao Yimian couldn't sit still because of embarrassment, she immediately jumped down and said, "Let's go, let's go to another room."

The apartment has a layout of four bedrooms and one living room.

Except for the main bedroom which has not changed, the two secondary bedrooms have been converted into functional rooms by Shen Mingchu, one is a study room, the other is an audio-visual room, the audio-visual room has a complete set of playback equipment, and a comfortable couch, blackout and soundproof The effects are quite good. Once you enter the room, you can only hear the sound of two people walking and talking.

"Do you want to watch a movie together tonight?" Shen Mingchu asked.

"Okay, okay!" Zhao Yimian nodded, "What do you want to see?"

She thought that a big star like Shen Mingchu would watch some more in-depth works, but she didn't expect Shen Mingchu to recommend a popcorn movie from the United States, which made Zhao Yimian heave a sigh of relief, after all, she is the only one who accepts audio-visual information. The ability is really poor, she can read boring reference books for eight hours without pointing her head, and she can sleep in the dark with a little hip stretch in the plot of ordinary movies.

Shen Mingchu pretended not to see her relieved expression, and took her to the study opposite the audio-visual room. The moment she opened the door, Zhao Yimian flew onto the long table in the study with a cry, "Ahhh—— Fairy table, I love this table!"

This is a very large desk. It is about [-] meters long and three to four meters wide. The left and right ends directly touch the wall. It looks like it is custom-made. Let alone working alone, there are four or five people sitting side by side. It won't be too crowded, it's really super suitable for someone like Zhao Yimian whose desk is always full of things.

Shen Mingchu didn't know when he pushed the suitcase over, and said to her, "You can put the computer and keyboard on it."

Zhao Yimian happily opened the suitcase, took out her laptop and a keyboard for work, and after plugging it in, she noticed that not only three holes were thoughtfully punched on the table, so that she could insert some plugs It was plugged into the plugboard under the table, and there were three sockets on the table, which perfectly met Zhao Yimian's demand that there would never be enough sockets for stars.

Just as she was plugging in the power and arranging the location, Shen Mingchu opened the cabinet and took out a big cardboard box. Zhao Yimian asked curiously: "What is this?"

Shen Mingchu said concisely: "Printer."

Zhao Yimian woke up again in surprise: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Printer! Why would you think of buying this!"

"Sometimes I need to print out scripts, and it's more convenient to have a printer at home." Shen Mingchu said casually, holding the paper cutter that was turned out of the drawer, cut the tape on the outer packaging of the printer, and took out the printer inside , placed on the left side of the desk, the left side is a corner, it is not easy to use, but it is perfect to put a printer.

"You come and try." Shen Mingchu said to Zhao Yimian.

Zhao Yimian has a printer at home, but because the driver does not support the OS system, every time he uses it, he has to transfer the file to the desktop computer connected to the printer. Firstly, it is troublesome, and secondly, Zhao Yimian is not very good at writing things by himself. She is willing to let others see it, and always feels very ashamed. Every time she prints something, she has to take advantage of Ms. Song's absence and sneak around like a thief.

She has long wanted to have a printer that can be directly connected, but the frugal people's thinking made her feel that it would be a waste to buy another one at home, so she thought about it for several years. Orders have been invalidated in the shopping cart time and time again, still can't make a decision.

The link was successful, and Zhao Yimian excitedly printed the test page, watching the white A4 paper slowly fall down, dyed with color in the sound of chug chug chug, her eyes sparkled as if they could shine.

"It's just printing a test page, is it that interesting?" Shen Mingchu asked with interest.

"Interesting, really interesting! You don't know, what I like the most is watching the printer print or copy things. I thought about opening a printing shop before! Nothing else, just want to watch the printer print things every day .”

This strange hobby of hers made Shen Mingchu not know what to say.

But she quickly figured out a way to make Zhao Yimian happy, "From then on... I ask you to print all my scripts, is that okay?"

"Of course no problem!" Zhao Yimian immediately agreed, and then asked a little embarrassedly, "I heard that the script is not required to be kept secret? Wouldn't it be good if you asked me to print it?"

Shen Mingchu looked at her, blinked and asked, "Will you spread the word everywhere?"

Zhao Yimian shook her head like a rattle, "I definitely won't, you believe in my character."

"Then what else is there to worry about?" Shen Mingchu said, "It's settled, I'll leave this matter to you from now on."

Zhao Yimian nodded as if he had taken on some important task, "Yeah, no problem, from now on I will be the printer general, and I will be responsible for directing my subordinates who love printers."

Shen Mingchu laughed, "Well, General, my career will depend on you from now on."

Zhao Yimian assured: "Go back to Your Majesty, there is no problem, you can rest assured!"

The printer general arranged for his favorite printer, and carefully looked at the study room on the battlefield where he was about to fight. He only felt that there was nothing in this place that did not meet his wishes. The plain decoration was clean and bright, soundproof The effect is not worse than that of the opposite audio-visual room, and the shading effect is also first-class when the curtains are drawn.

There are not many books in the bookcase, which only occupy one floor. Most of them are foreign books. The types are mainly biographies. Obviously, they have been read many times. Although they are well maintained, people who love books can tell at a glance that they are old books Zhao Yimian took out a copy at random, and there were densely packed notes in it, Chinese mixed with English, but the handwriting should be from the same person.

"Are these your books?"

"Well, some books can't be brought back, so they are placed in overseas houses. I only brought these few of my favorites. We can fill up this bookcase together in the future. What do you think?"

Of course monkeys!

Zhao Yimian looked at the bookcase, closed her eyes, and could already imagine that when the bookcase was full, she would be sitting on the whole country, and she felt a sense of happiness. She was not sure whether marriage would be painful, but the happiness brought by marriage , she was about to be wiped out at this time.

She really liked Shen Mingchu more and more. At the same time, she also felt that her luck was a little bit too good, otherwise how could she meet such a person who grew up in her heart from face to soul?

And this person is willing to marry her!

She was a little suspicious of what Ms. Song said, Shen Mingchu couldn't be really blind, could he?

If you are not blind, why did such a nice person fall in love with her?

"Do you need me to give you a little time and let you stay in this study for a while?"

Shen Mingchu's voice interrupted Zhao Yimian's reverie, she came back to her senses, and quickly said: "No need, let's pack up the things first, we should buy a lot of things, hurry up, otherwise the supermarket downstairs may be closed. "

Under Shen Mingchu's leadership, Zhao Yimian and her opened the door of the last room.

arrive--

bedroom.

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