just like it

Jiang Miao never expected that the filming location that Luo Yuchuan had found for him was actually a model room of a villa for sale.

There are a dozen or so rooms on the entire third floor, except for the kitchen and bathroom, just pick any one, it is enough for him to make a blockbuster film.

The decoration chosen for the model room, the treatment of lighting, and the shooting effect are much better than those of the two studios in the studio.

Moreover, the villa model room is not like the model room of ordinary commercial houses, there will be customers who come to visit at any time, and their shooting is much less likely to be interrupted. If you hurry up, it may be completed in half a day.

When Jiang Miao went upstairs and downstairs, and went downstairs with an expression of uncontrollable surprise, she saw Luo Yuchuan talking to a capable middle-aged elder sister.

Luo Yuchuan caught a glimpse of him and waved to him. Jiang Miao hurried over, and Luo Yuchuan asked him, "Is it okay?"

Jiang Miao thought that this is not possible, it is too good.

But with outsiders around, he still smiled reservedly and said, "Very good."

Luo Yuchuan nodded: "This is Sister Zhou, you can discuss the specific time arrangement with her."

Sister Zhou handed Jiang Miao a business card, smiled and said kindly, "Call me when you're ready."

Jiang Miao saw that the title of Sister Zhou printed on the business card was the sales director of this villa project, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Sister Zhou."

Sister Zhou chatted with Luo Yuchuan for a few more words before leaving. Luo Yuchuan put Jiang Miao's shoulders and asked, "You like it?"

How could Luo Yuchuan not see the surprise and excitement in Jiang Miao's eyes.

"Yeah." Jiang Miao nodded sharply, pulled Luo Yuchuan and ran upstairs.

"Look, this kind of attic with a sloping roof and a skylight is easy to take pictures of, and... this terrace can also be photographed... This study is also very impressive, and it is even equipped with a computer. I didn't expect it... ..."

Like a real estate agent, Jiang Miao dragged Luo Yuchuan up and down the stairs again, and finally felt extremely grateful: "It's also fortunate that they used American-style decoration design, and there are so many colors on the walls As a background, if the traditional Chinese style is used to express wealth, I probably can only borrow their terrace to take a picture."

Luo Yuchuan smiled, but said nothing.

Jiang Miao immediately understood that Luo Yuchuan must have known the style of the board room a long time ago. With his rigorous style, how could he bring him here in a daze without even knowing this.

"How do you know Sister Zhou?" Jiang Miao decided to change the subject, and by the way hugged her thigh to praise her boyfriend, "The great designer has a lot of connections."

Luo Yuchuan wanted to touch the back of his head with a smile or not: "Are you so happy that you're stupid?"

Jiang Miao was stunned, and immediately realized it.

I even said "big designer", how could I forget Luo Yuchuan's job?Isn't it commonplace for architects to deal with real estate developers?Wouldn't it be logical to know a few more real estate sales?

I was so happy that I lost my mind.

Jiang Miao coughed a few times and turned her head away. At this moment, they were standing in front of the large French window in the living room. Outside the window was the small garden that came with the villa, planted with some common shrubs, and a small swimming pool.

"There is also a swimming pool." Jiang Miao dryly "admired".

Luo Yuchuan also looked out of the window, and said casually, "Do you like it?"

Before Jiang Miao could answer, he added, "Do you like this kind of house?"

The word "like" was about to blurt out, but the supplementary question made Jiang Miao hesitate.

As a borrowed shooting location, Jiang Miao naturally likes it, but "such a house" obviously does not refer to the shooting needs.

Villa?Jiang's family lived in a villa since he was a child. At home, one person shared a big bedroom, and when he was studying and living in school, several people shared a dormitory. For him, the size of the space is not equal to the psychological feeling.

Coming out of Jiang's house and living in the old house shared with Wu Xia, the conditions are of course incomparable, but Jiang Miao feels more at ease and more at ease.

So it doesn't matter what kind of house you live in, what matters is what kind of person you live with.

Jiang Miao looked at Luo Yuchuan, but did not rush to answer.

Luo Yuchuan was not in a hurry, he just put his arms around his shoulders and asked again: "Would you like us to live in a house like this?"

Jiang Miao's heart skipped a beat.

Do you like it?

Do you like this kind of house?

We live in such a house, do you like it?

The three questions are progressive, and the final focus is "we".

There are also hidden under the problem, unspoken, those yearning for the future, and promises.

Jiang Miao knew that this was not an answer that could be given casually, but felt her heart beating fast, and a solemn look subconsciously appeared between her brows.

Luo Yuchuan smiled slightly, tickled his face lightly with his fingers, and said, "I can't afford it now, but I will work hard."

When Luo Yuchuan came out of the villa area, Luo Yuchuan had to go to work. Jiang Miao didn't want to waste his time too much, so he just asked Luo Yuchuan to take him to the nearest bus stop.

Luo Yuchuan didn't force it, and sent him to the bus station, told him to pay attention to safety on the road, and prepared to drive away.

"Wait." Jiang Miao waved him to stop.

Luo Yuchuan stepped on the brakes quickly, watched Jiang Miao walk around from the front of the car to the side of the driver's cab, pressed down on the window, and asked in bewilderment, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Miao looked at him with a solemn and shy expression.

Luo Yuchuan felt even more puzzled: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Miao leaned her head into the car window and pressed a kiss on his lips.

Luo Yuchuan was stunned.

The two of them are not people who show their emotions. Although they will not deliberately conceal it, when they are outside, they will not act more intimately than shoulders. Jiang Miao is...

"Thank you." Jiang Miao blushed slightly.

Luo Yuchuan was stunned: "I just borrowed a house..."

"It doesn't matter if it's a big house or a small house, as long as you can be with the senior..." Jiang Miao didn't continue, he believed that Luo Yuchuan understood and felt everything he wanted to say.

There are few buses outside the villa area, and the bus station is quiet. It seems that only the breathing of two people is left in the bus.

Luo Yuchuan put his hands around the back of Jiang Miao's head, pulled him in, and exchanged a gentle and hot kiss.

Wu Xia was holding a thermos cup in his hand, looking at his nose and heart, and decided to treat all the eyes around him as air.

He was forced by Qiao Ruige to change into a more formal shirt and trousers, and accompanied the young master to the company. Right now, he was sitting against the wall and listening to the young master's meeting.

He didn't want to enter the meeting room at first. The so-called life assistant just handles the affairs of daily life. What's so good about a meeting?I don't understand myself.

But Qiao Ruige refused: "You sit next to me, what if I want to drink water?"

Wu Xia felt that she was used to it, so she didn't roll her eyes in response.

When following Qiao Ruige into the meeting room, the meeting room was already filled with staff who were preparing for the meeting, no matter whether they were high-ranking or low-ranking staff, when they saw Wu Xia, they all showed expressions of surprise and surprise.

But after all, they were following Qiao Ruige, and soon they restrained their surprise, their eyes only stayed on Wu Xia for a few seconds, and then they concentrated on their work again.

But there are also a few curious ones who still take a sneak peek from time to time.

They had already heard about Mr. Qiao's injury, and the splint on Qiao Ruige's right arm was also so magnificent. They just didn't understand the identity of the person sitting behind Mr. Joe holding a thermos cup.

lover?bodyguard?They look alike, but they don't look alike.

They could only secretly feel that Mr. Qiao's behavior is really too unpredictable.

Wu Xia was a little awkward at first, Qiao Ruige said that if he wanted to drink water, Wu Xia really asked Wu Xia to follow along with a thermos.

There was only boiled water in the thermos, but Wu Xia had the illusion that red dates and goji berries were soaked in it.

Qiao Ruige took the time to look back at him, and blinked at him, as if he was very satisfied with his meticulous arrangements.

Wu Xia put on a blank face, he was prepared that he might fall asleep sitting up, but unexpectedly, he gradually listened to it.

Probably because Qiao Ruige hadn't shown up for several days, there were quite a few things to report to him at the meeting, but it wasn't messy.

Everyone is well-trained and reports are concise and focused.

Qiao Ruige still looked lazy, and did not sit in the main seat, but only sat at the side corner of the long conference table. Shi Er turned his head to look at the projection screen on the wall behind him, and Shi Er flipped through the report data in front of him. .

He frowns occasionally, but most of the time he looks calm and confident.

It is also very quick to make decisions, and the instructions are clear.

This is a Qiao Ruige that Wu Xia has never seen before.

He is not ostentatious, but his attitude is leisurely, and he can't hide his sharpness.

The meeting ended in the morning, and Wu Xia followed Qiao Ruige back to his office. The coffee table beside him had already placed the takeaway that Qiao Ruige asked his secretary to order.

Wu Xia glanced at them. Those lunch boxes were custom-made by a famous restaurant. It seems that even if this young master orders takeaway, he doesn't want to treat himself badly at all.

When you open the lunch box, you can see that there are meat and vegetables, and it also comes with a large fruit plate.

There are two sets of bowls and chopsticks, so he has a bit of conscience.Wu Xia thought to himself.

Qiao Ruige leaned back on the sofa: "I'm starving to death, so wash your hands quickly and feed me."

Wu Xia unconsciously glanced at the secretary who was still standing aside.

The secretary's surname is Han, a woman in her early 30s. There is no emotional change in her eyes behind the plain mirror.

Wu Xia thought to himself, yes, maybe people have seen the strangeness for a long time and are used to it.

So he took it calmly and went to the bathroom attached to the office to wash his hands and came out. Secretary Han was no longer there, and the door was closed.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Qiao Ruige glanced at the opened lunch box on the coffee table, and said, "Whatever, I'm not picky eaters."

Wu Xia looked at the dishes with more meat and less vegetables, and picked up a chicken leg.

Feeding Qiao Ruige is not such a difficult task, he is very cooperative and eats as soon as he reaches his mouth, except...

"I don't want broccoli."

"You should clean up the chili on it first."

"Hey, it's not meat but a piece of ginger. What kind of eyes do you have?"

"I don't want cucumbers either."

"Why are there carrots?"

Holding the bowl, Wu Xia glanced at him with a stern face: "Did you agree not to be picky eaters?"

Qiao Ruige said confidently, "I don't pick what I like."

Ha ha.

Secretary Han was really professional. Wu Xia just finished eating and wiped her mouth when she knocked on the door and brought someone in to clean up.

Qiao Ruige told her, "Order another steamed sea bass tomorrow."

Wu Xia unconsciously glanced at him, feeling a little puzzled, just now he didn't realize how much this young master likes to eat fish.

Seeing him looking over, Qiao Ruige raised his chin at him: "Don't you like to eat?"

Wu Xia was stunned. Indeed, he basically finished the steamed sea bass.

"I have to go to work tomorrow." Wu Xia said.

"...Oh, then order the day after tomorrow."

Secretary Han scribbled it down in his notebook, then closed the door and backed out.

There was still the big fruit plate on the coffee table.

"You, do you want to eat now?" Wu Xia pointed to the fruit plate.

Qiao Ruige stood up: "Take it, eat at another place."

Wu Xia was a little dazed, but he still picked up the fruit plate as he said: "Where should I eat it?"

Qiao Ruige walked to the middle of the bookcase behind the desk and stopped, looked back at him, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Don't you know that there are always some small organs in the president's office?"

That's right, Wu Xia also reads some online articles when he has time. In these articles, the president's office always has a hidden and extremely private lounge.

Tight space, dim light, small bed.

Wu Xia quickly sketched out a picture in his mind, and he looked at Qiao Ruige with a wooden face.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Qiao Ruige shook his head: "That kind of small lounge doesn't fit the persona of a dandy president like me at all."

As he spoke, he pressed a switch on the bookcase, and the bookcase that occupied the entire wall moved silently to both sides.

Wu Xia felt that she should give Qiao Ruige a new score.

At least, on the honesty point, maybe he can give him two more points.

Sure enough, Qiao Ruige did not lie to him. There is no dark small lounge behind the bookcase, but a luxuriously decorated suite.

There is a small living room covered with soft cushions, a bedroom with a kingsize bed, and a kitchen with a small bar.

When walking in, Wu Xia glanced into the bathroom, and there was a jacuzzi installed in it.

It really is a dude.

Wu Xia carried the fruit plate and followed Qiao Ruige to the bar. Qiao Ruige leaned back against the bar and said triumphantly, "How about it? This is called a hole in the sky."

Wu Xia glanced at him lightly, forked a piece of dragon fruit and brought it to his mouth.

Qiao Ruige lowered his eyelids to look, curled his lips: "I don't like to eat."

Wu Xia didn't persuade, and put it in his mouth without any hassle, and after a while, he ate all the few pieces of dragon fruit in the fruit plate.

"Hey," Qiao Ruige laughed, "You know what? I like your unpretentiousness, but sometimes you're so pretentious, tsk."

He leaned on the bar with his elbows bent, Wu Xia looked at the splint on his right wrist, and said flatly, "Do you want to go to the hospital for another check?"

"Ok?"

Wu Xia lowered her head slightly, as if she just mentioned an ordinary thing in passing: "During the meeting, I see that you are always covering your arms, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Qiao Ruige turned his head to look at him, leaned close to his ear, and asked softly, "You care about me so much?"

Wu Xia lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

There was a slight undetectable smile in Qiao Ruige's voice: "Have you been secretly looking at me?"

Wu Xia turned her face sideways, and slightly raised her eyelids to look at him.

Qiao Ruige tilted the corner of his mouth, half-smile.

The two were very close, and the breath of each other slowly invaded with the breath, like a pair of invisible hands gradually erasing the tiny distance.

Wu Xia faintly smelled a strange but familiar fragrance.

It was the smell of perfume on Qiao Ruige's clothes.

The lingering and gentle ebony fragrance that was once sprayed behind Wu Xia's ears.

Wu Xia was dazed for a moment, until he felt a little cold on his face.

Qiao Ruige rubbed the tip of his nose against his face.

As long as Wu Xia tilts his head again, the two can kiss together. As for what will happen after the kiss...

Wu Xia raised her hand and stuffed a piece of watermelon into Qiao Ruige's mouth.

Qiao Ruige bit the watermelon in his mouth and stared dissatisfiedly.

"You are the creditor." Wu Xia said flatly.

Qiao Ruige was stunned, slowly chewed the watermelon in his mouth, swallowed it, and nodded: "Oh."

After eating the fruit plate, Wu Xia threw the box into the trash can in the kitchen, stood in front of the sink to wash his hands, and put an arm across his waist to wrap his arms around him.

"Go to sleep with me." Qiao Ruige dragged him to the bedroom.

"Hey, hey!" Wu Xia's hands were wet, and it was not easy to push the wounded, so he stretched out his arms to protest in vain.

After entering the bedroom, Qiao Ruige fell directly on the bed, and Wu Xia fell on top of him while being carried by him.

Wu Xia hurriedly struggled to get up, and slept soundly, what's the matter with hitting someone like that?

"Don't move," Qiao Ruige put his arms around him firmly, "I have a meeting this afternoon."

Wu Xia didn't dare to move immediately.

This morning's meeting, he only listened to it, and he felt a little exhausted, let alone Qiao Ruige, who had to concentrate on listening non-stop, and had to quickly analyze, judge, and finally make a decision in his mind.

Seeing that he was no longer struggling, Qiao Ruige hugged him and turned sideways towards him, let Wu Xia rest on his left arm, and his right arm with the splint loosely wrapped around Wu Xia's waist. After a while, Wu Xia Xia heard Qiao Ruige's slow breathing coming from behind.

Although the arms around the waist were not exerting any force, the chest pressed against the back was tight, and Wu Xia could even feel Qiao Ruige's not exaggerated but strong chest muscles.

And heat.

The air conditioner in the bedroom was fully turned on, Wu Xia felt a little cold, and wanted to find something to cover, but was afraid that the movement of getting up would wake Qiao Ruige, so under balance, he had to curl up and lean against the warm heat source behind him.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Wu Xia was awakened by the ringing of the mobile phone. The arms around his waist had been loosened. He quickly got up and looked at Qiao Ruige behind him.

Wu Xia hurriedly got out of bed, hurried out of the bedroom, and took out her cell phone. It turned out to be a call from the landlord.

Could it be that the plumbing has been repaired?

Wu Xia didn't have time to sort out whether she was happy or disappointed at the thought of the repair of the water pipe, so she answered the phone first: "Hello... what?"

The landlord didn't want to inform him that the water pipes had been repaired, but to inform him that someone had bought that old house, and the formalities were almost completed, so that he could hurry up and go back and move things.

"Xiao Wu, I'm not hiding this to make things difficult for you. The main thing is that this happened very suddenly. You also know that my son is going to study abroad and he needs money. Someone bought this house, so I have no reason not to sell it. said the landlord.

Wu Xia responded casually, his mind was still a little confused at the moment.

"I made an agreement with the buyer, I will give you half a month to clean up, and I will refund the rest of the rent to you. Don't worry, we have also dealt with each other for several years. I will not take advantage of this cheapness. " said the landlord.

"……thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Xia stood in a daze for a while, raised her hand and scratched her hair irritably.

How could I have no place to live after only a few days of work?