The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 397 412: That Familiar Breath (4)

"He emptied everything like it had never been there, but I just knew that what was there, in our house, was there."

"I want to have two people, even have children in the future, we can live together, we can live together, that is my home."

"I can give him what he didn't get before, and I can protect him for him. As long as he is here, no matter where he is, I will feel happy."

She held Wen Jiayi's hand in a daze, and the rosiness on her face lingered for a long time.

It turned out that the "home" she was talking about referred to the villa where Mr. Jun once lived. It originally belonged to the company and was specially assigned to Jun Xiao, who was the president at the time, to live in.

After Jun Xiao disappeared, the villa was returned to the company, but Song Manxi spent a lot of money to buy the ownership of the villa.

The redesign and decoration were carried out carefully and carefully. The white cold glass lamps in the room were all replaced with warm yellow incandescent lamps, and various flower shelves were added on the balcony. Now, there are already a lot of flowers there.

After a while, Song Manxi would go there to help water the flowers and clean up.

As well as the wallpapers that decorate the walls, she also replaced the original black and white tones with a more attractive light blue.

Guarding a home, waiting for a person.

However, she was unwilling to live in it. After all, it was because there was no one she wanted there.

Knowing where she wanted to go, Wen Jiayi could only follow her idea, she pulled Song Manxi into a taxi and reported the address of the villa.

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At the destination, after paying the money, Wen Jiayi helped Song Manxi out of the car, and helped the taxi driver close the door.

"Home, my home is here." Song Manxi pointed to the repainted iron gate of the villa, and looked at Wen Jiayi cheerfully.

"Yes, yes, it's here, it's home, is this your home?"

"Ok!"

Wen Jiayi stuffed the change into her purse, saw her staggering, and hurriedly supported her.

"Walk carefully, I'll look for the key, we're going home."

Song Manxi's bag was held by Wen Jiayi. She rummaged through several floors before finding the two keys that were kept brand new from a small bag.

After successfully opening the door, Wen Jiayi threw Song Manxi on the big bed and took off her coat and shoes.

"Tsk, you smell of alcohol, it stinks to death, you'd better wake up tomorrow and don't remember anything, otherwise, you will definitely be surprised at how drunk you are."

Pulling her two legs onto the bed, Wen Jiayi pulled the neatly folded quilt over and covered Song Manxi.

The quilt scratched her face, she squinted her eyes, and her eyelids moved. She didn't fall asleep comfortably until Wen Jiayi pulled the quilt down a little.

Looking at the person lying on the bed, Wen Jiayi took out her phone again, and glanced at the message she just sent.

After a while, the doorbell rang outside, and when the night was getting dark, the sound was extremely urgent.

If Wen Jiayi hadn't known who it was, she might have been scared to death.

She stepped on fur slippers and walked to the iron gate of the villa in the courtyard.

From a distance, I saw the man standing straight outside the door wearing a black windbreaker and the hoodie.

She approached and said respectfully: "You are here."

　2! !! !!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)