Although this is the master bedroom, but the main body of the pastoral, did not return to sleep here.

"Madam, is there anything I need to help?" Director Fu Shu came outside the bedroom door, and his attitude was respectful.

Huang Linggang wondered why Mumu did not sleep in the master bedroom and heard the voice of Fu Shu.

She turned and asked Fu Shu: "Fu Shu, isn't she sleeping here?"

Fu Shu smiled, the smile looked very kind, and the actual eyes did not have too much emotion, faint.

"The young master has always lived on the first floor, and occasionally returned to live here. During the day, he moved his daily necessities to the first floor. I think the young master is freeing the room for your use." Live, Fu Shu is very smart, guess that Shaofu has no feelings with his wife, marriage should be what is hard.

Because of this, Fu Shu’s dislike and prejudice against Huang Ling was gone.

They have known before, this marriage must be tricky.

Huang Ling listened, his eyes flashed, silent for a few seconds, slightly rubbing his lips, watching Fu Shu.

Fu Shu smiled respectfully to her: "Madam, there is anything I need to help, though."

"Not yet, Fu Shu, go back."

"Okay, ma'am."

After Fu Shu left, Huang Ling suddenly smiled.

Laughing at yourself, laughing at yourself is stupid.

She was still thinking about it. She spent the first night with Shepherd, and she was very nervous.

Now I know that people have never thought about sharing a bed with her.

Huang Ling shook her head helplessly and went to the balcony.

The balcony is nicely furnished with a hanging chair, a rounded red wooden table and two small stools in front of the table.

In addition to this, the balcony also has two pots of bonsai that Huang Ling did not know.

Huang Ling sat down on the stool and looked at the books on the red wooden table. She took it.

It is a few romance novels.

Huang Ling raised her eyebrows and brushed a smile in her eyes.

Is shepherd watching romance novels?

The possibility is not big, it should be prepared by her husband, let her see when she is bored, and can pass the time.

Huang Ling put the book in her head, holding her head and looking outside.

The scenery outside is really beautiful.

She can live in such a beautiful place.

It’s just... the mood hasn’t changed because of this beauty.

She feels that all this is not true.

It feels like a dream, a dream wakes up, nothing is gone.

"Or my apartment is comfortable, or stay with my mother." Referring to Liu Fengfeng, Huang Ling returned to the room, took the phone, and went back to the balcony to sit down.

She is somewhat listless and enters the phone number of Liu Fengfeng.

Two beeps, the other party picked up.

Liu Fengfeng: "Ling, is it customary to go to the presidential palace?"

Huang Ling laughed: "Mom, I am definitely not used to it when I arrive."

Liu Fengfeng said with concern: "You have been acquainted with the bed since childhood, and you are afraid of black. You are used to living in an apartment and moving to an unfamiliar environment. Do you have to sleep for a few nights to sleep?"

Huang Ling’s face is stunned. It’s good to have a mother. “Mom, this bad thing, I have already changed it.”

That was the former Huang Ling, now she does not recognize the bed, not afraid of black.

"If you change it, Huang Ling, if you live in a place where you are not used to it, if you are wronged, come back, you know? Don't bear it."

"Mugu is very good to me. I just announced to the people in the house that I am his wife. I also prepared a big cloakroom for me. I have everything for jewelry."

"Materials are important, but they are more important." Liu Fengfeng lamented that she always felt that she was not enough to love her daughter.