Got married to a billionaire CEO after get off work

Sang Yu shot away.

Yu Feiwan lifted the suitcase, felt the weight of the suitcase, and frowned: "What's in it?"

"……my book."

Yu Feiwan: "..."

So when she moved today, she carried this huge box back and forth, and it would be strange if she didn't faint from exhaustion.

What he couldn't understand even more was that he could be asked for help with this kind of manual work, but Sang Yu was really depressed and didn't speak just now.

He might feel uncomfortable when he goes to other people's homes, and he is afraid of troublesome others, but he is not at grandma's house. He is alone now, and the two of them have to live together for a year, so there will always be times when they trouble each other.

The look of disgust on Yu Feiwan's face was obvious.

Sang Yu secretly laughed.

Although Yu Feiwan looks unhappy, he is really nice.

Thinking about it carefully, the boss of Lingyu Group, a man who made the entire company frightened, actually helped her do hard work at home. Sang Yu could not have dreamed of this scene a few days ago.

After Yu Feiwan finished moving, he went directly to the study.

He was so indifferent that Sang Yu didn't even have time to say thank you.

Forget it, the CEO is so arrogant, what can she do?

Sang Yu did some finishing work, took the things out of the box, and placed them in Yu Feiwan's room.

Sang Yu now had time to observe Yu Feiwan's master bedroom.

The area is really large. The bedroom has double doors. When opened, there is a living room, which is equivalent to a large living room. There is a sofa, a refrigerator and a TV. If you can't sleep, you can stay here and watch TV. The refrigerator It's full of drinks and wine.

Bypassing the living room is the master bedroom. There is a large bathroom next to the master bedroom, and then there is Yu Feiwan's dressing room. There are rows of expensive suits, hung up in black, white and gray colors. The display cabinet in the middle is full of watches and ties. Wait, let it go in an orderly manner, which is simply a blessing for obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Sang Yu was about to make a place to put her clothes, but there was already a vacant area with ten sets of Dior clothes hanging on it.

Yu Feiwan bought these for her before receiving the certificate.

I put it at home without thinking. It's so thoughtful.

Yu Feiwan had taken her to the mall to get a haircut and buy clothes. She thought that Yu Feiwan did everything himself, but in fact he didn't. For many things, he only needed to give an order and someone would run errands for him.

This is the boss, he is so comfortable.

Sang Yu hung up the clothes she brought and continued to pack her things.

Minimalist style pays attention to a clean appearance, like an exquisite model house, but it wants a high-end house without the atmosphere of life. Therefore, when decorating, the designer will reserve a lot of storage space to avoid messy placement of clutter.

Sang Yu successfully found many empty lockers, stuffed all his belongings into them, and closed the doors. There was almost no sign of anyone else.

Throwing the cardboard box outside the house, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Sang Yu was not sure when Yu Feiwan would go to bed. She quickly washed up, put on pure cotton pajamas, and lay down to sleep.

The bed at grandma's house didn't have much of Yu Feiwan's scent in the quilt because Yu Feiwan didn't go home often.

At this time, the scent of Yu Feiwan filled his nose, and the fresh snow smell was really delicious.

The nose also has memory. Sang Yu now feels that this smell is like a gentleman wearing a woolen coat outside a suit standing in the snow. The snow is floating in his hair, and a ray of sunshine is shining down, showing the ultimate elegance in the coldness. .

But at the same time, Sang Yu felt suffocated.

This smell has Yu Feiwan's name written on it, reminding Sang Yu of Yu Feiwan's existence all the time!

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Sang Yu had no memory of when she fell asleep, but she knew how she woke up.

She was woken up by Yu Feiwan's hand.

She looked at the man in pajamas in confusion. His handsome face made it difficult for her brain to tell whether it was a dream or reality, because how could there be such a handsome man in reality? She didn't dare to look at him more.

Until the man slapped her again.

Sang Yu: "???"