I don't want my clothes to hang here...

I don't want me to live in this room...

Don't want to stay with me...

In just one short sentence, Jiang Tang heard hundreds of complaints and the bitterness hidden below.

Cizel looked at her silently as if she was asking her - do you don't want to be responsible for you, a scumbag!

Jiang Tang burst into laughter: "You misunderstood, I don't mean not to let you move in."

Sizel lowered his head in a cowardly manner, and his movements of cleaning up the wardrobe became obviously slower: "Oh——"

His elongated tone of voice is the best expression of his grievance and frustration at this moment.

Jiang Tang explained even more amusedly: "I want to say that the cloakroom is too small, should I move to the next door?"

Cizel wondered if there was any difference here: "I know, I will think about it."

When Jiang Tang saw his secret expression, he knew that he was thinking about something again.

I had to clear my throat: "Cough, I mean, let's move to the next door together."

Cizel: "Ah?"

Jiang Tang pointed to the cloakroom: "It's too small, isn't it? I've seen the cloakroom in your apartment. It's quite large, and my clothes should be more than enough."

Cizel:…So that’s for the cloakroom moving? But why is he so happy?

Xizel asked repeatedly several times, "Is it true?" and finally got Jiang Tang's affirmative answer. He laughed and immediately took out his cell phone to call.

Jiang Tang just made an idea, but she didn't expect that Xizel's movement would be so fast. With just one phone call, he directly called more than 20 people, including three teams, all of whom were professional organizers.

The things that a professional team could do with a team of professional sorting can be done. Three groups were called by Cizel, and the time was naturally shortened to one-third. In total, less than an afternoon, the daily necessities of the two were transferred to the penthouse next door as they were.

Jiang Tang:...

Cizel kept sneaking at her expression and became nervous when he saw this: "You are, don't want to move?"

Jiang Tang shook his head: "No, I just think the scenery here is good."

Indeed, the penthouse apartment is far beyond Jiang Tang's apartment in terms of environment and vision.

Moreover, it has been transformed by picky Cizel and has been perfect in all aspects. Even though there were no people here for a long time, it was still as new as when Cizel lived. Even the terrace garden was lush and green.

Of course, Cizel was still not satisfied: "The decoration was still too hasty at that time. If there was enough time, it would definitely be better than now."

Jiang Tang does not have much demands on his residence, just be comfortable.

So when Cizel asked her if she wanted to buy something she liked, Jiang Tang shook her head and said no.

Cizel: "Then follow my thoughts!"

After saying that, he went out with another phone call.

Before supper time, there were a lot of inconspicuous things in this apartment.

It is like a soft and moderate pillow on the sofa, which is the same brand as the pillow that Jiang Tang is used to;

Or the few paintings hanging on the walls were all from Su Ling, and were purchased by Cizel through auction;

For example, there is an old movie DVD storage rack in the audio and video room, thicker and more dark curtains in the bedroom, and the fire-free incense of cedar and sandalwood smell...

Jiang Tang thought she had no preference or preference for anything.

It was not until she saw the things that Cizel bought that she suddenly understood.

It’s not that she has no preferences and preferences, she is just used to ignoring it and then integrating into the environment faster.

She thought she had already escaped the shadows of many years ago. It turned out that they were just dormant and still like shadows.

For example, Jiang Tang likes to read books on the sofa by leaning against the pillow, and that brand of pillow is her favorite softness after experiencing it;

It’s like Jiang Tang who is not very profound in art, but she has a deep feeling about Su Ling’s paintings. It’s not because it’s her own mother, so she treats her differently, but because she can feel the strong emotions from it;

It's like an old movie she likes to watch. She slept better in a room without light. The incense of cedar and sandalwood smelled easily makes her feel relaxed...

All of this was a lot of inconspicuous little habits in her life, a little habit that even Jiang Tang herself didn't know, and Xizel noticed it.

He not only noticed, but also used this silent way to moisten things and quietly change the little things around her.

He has always loved to please Jiang Tang, but he did not yell at making a contribution after doing these things. Instead, he kept asking Jiang Tang if he felt uncomfortable.

Jiang Tang stared at him in a daze, and used his eyes to carefully describe his outlines, lines, details of his facial features, and the tiny starlight gathered in his eyes... so serious, focused and affectionate.

Cizel was embarrassed to see him. He touched his face and twisted his neck uneasily: "Is there anything dirty on my face?"

Jiang Tang smiled and said, "No, you look very good."

Cizel was a little suspicious of his ears and began to stutter: "Tangtang! Are you praising me?"

Jiang Tang found it funny and joked: "Didn't you always think you are the most handsome in the world?"

This is Cizel's catchphrase. He has always had such confidence and capital.

Cizel has experienced the most stringent and critical aesthetic baptisms of films, fashion, art and other aesthetics in many worlds. Whether it is skin, bone, temperament or story sense... they are all top-notch.

Therefore, his confidence in his appearance never looks greasy, but instead feels so arrogant.

But for some reason, when he arrived at Jiang Tang, he suddenly became stuttering, as if it was recognized by Jiang Tang.

He touched his nose: "That's different. I think it's different from you."

He always speaks like this and likes to add a lot of tone.

After being lowered, the already magnetic and gentle voice is hidden in infinite affection.

Jiang Tang thought about it seriously and felt that he still praised too little about Xizel. Every time he acted coquettishly in front of him, she would mainly respond to jokes.

This time it was rare, Jiang Tang wanted to praise Cizel.

"Of course I'm praising you. You are the best-looking person I've ever met and the most talented actor. You are generous and ostentatious, proud but not arrogant, perfect and radiant. You are a treasure, a genius, and a unique Cizel."

Similarly, even more exaggerated praise than it, Cizel's ears were calloused.

But there is no sentence that can make him feel sincere and moving like what Jiang Tang said.
Chapter completed!