A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

The elegant living room is full of elegant charm.

Very delicate.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see the big huanghuali desk, which is low-key and luxurious.

As for the four walls, except for one floor-to-ceiling window, all three sides were built into tall bookshelves, and the books on them were filled with different categories.On one side, there are ancient books and collections. Anyone who knows a little bit of knowledge can see its priceless value!

But this is not showing off wealth, but a kind of precipitation and restraint of a noble family.

It's not like a living room, but a bit like a study.

"sit down!"

Controlling the wheelchair, Li Fusu stopped beside the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window by himself.

The huanghuali sofa, under the sunlight refracted in from the window, exudes its strong historical charm. Even those who don’t understand antiques can see that this thing has been around for a long time!

Looking at such an antique living room with a calm expression, he was not attracted by those ancient books, but instead cast his gaze on the oil painting between the two bookcases behind the desk.

While he was admiring the painting, Li Fusu had already set up the tea set, and the stove next to him was boiling water, steaming hot.

He sat in the wheelchair calmly, as if the wheelchair was not the restraint of his legs, but an exceptionally comfortable massage sofa.

Leaning back in it, his elbows rested on the armrests of the wheelchair, and his hands were clasped casually.The deep-lined face reveals the cold beauty in the bones, and the restrained and deep expression carries the majesty of the superior, but it is not domineering, but reveals a bit of detachment and elegance.

Li Fusu's tone was calm and unwavering, but his inner strength concealed a sharp edge.

Vaguely, it seems to be hinting at the past of the beauty on the oil painting.

Lu Yan thought slightly, turned around and glanced at Li Fusu, walked over and sat down opposite him.

As he said that, Li Fusu's eyes suddenly flashed a gleam, but because it appeared and disappeared too quickly, he couldn't figure it out. "Jinghan's mother... We call her Aunt Qing, she is a gentle woman, she is more similar to grandma than Cynthia. Not only the similarity in appearance, but also the relationship."

She is a tender woman, but because she was so well protected by the Bo family at that time, she was deceived by a scumbag.

Back then, she broke up with the Bo family without hesitation, and defended her love with her own actions.It's a pity that a scumbag is a scumbag after all. I don't understand her beauty, and after seeing that she has no use value, I let her wither in the love that once made her desperate...